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Patrick whimpered back, not wanting to give up the mouthful he’d nestled against his soft palate. He didn’t register Fal’ran’s words, only the greedy, earnest tone.
“But I did.” Fal’ran tongued his balls and inhaled deeply. He moaned and laid wet, open-mouthed kisses over Patrick’s sack. “Me, you give it to. Me, you want enough.”
Patrick nodded without releasing Fal’ran’s length. He did want Fal’ran. More than he’d ever wanted anyone. He wanted everything the younger man offered, and he’d give Fal’ran his entire fucking being if Fal’ran wanted it. He pulled him deeper into his mouth and tried to roll on top of him, but Fal’ran stopped him with a hand around his thigh.
“I don’t think so.” Fal’ran pushed him over and climbed on top of him. Patrick’s breath caught and his body seized with a fight-or-flight response when Fal’ran trapped him under his bulk, his cock still spreading Patrick’s lips wide and pushing down his throat.
He poised his hand above Fal’ran’s hip, ready to tap out. He knew in his bones Fal’ran would stop if he did. And that sureness flushed away his panic. He was safe here, no matter how overwhelmed he was. He locked his hand back around Fal’ran’s hip and pulled him down into his mouth, breathing and grappling with the new angle.
“Oh god, Patrick, that’s right.” Fal’ran thrusted into him as he kissed along his balls. “God, your smell.” Another pulse of precum spurted into Patrick’s throat and Patrick groaned. That was from him, from the smell of him. His scent made Fal’ran leak.
Fal’ran’s tongue licking along the seam of his sack and dipping lower made Patrick’s eyes shoot open. What was—where was—a wet lick slid down Patrick’s taint and Patrick’s whole body spasmed. His legs snapped closed on instinct, but Fal’ran’s strong hands caught his thighs and pulled them wide. He used his raw strength to curl Patrick’s hips forward enough to expose him.
The puff of Fal’ran’s chuckle burst over Patrick’s hole and Patrick made a strangled sound around the cock in his mouth. A foreign sensation skittered across his skin and embarrassment flamed up his body as his hole twitched under Fal’ran’s gaze. Was Fal’ran going to—did Patrick even want him to—his brain fell to pieces around the idea of what Fal’ran might do next and he trembled with a high energy mix of fear and excitement.
Fal’ran licked across his entrance and answered every one of Patrick’s questions. Yes, Fal’ran was going to, and fuck yes, Patrick wanted him to. He moaned as Fal’ran licked him with broad, firm strokes, his every nerve ending firing, and his hips tightening with a deep, warm pleasure. His rim fluttered and loosened under Fal’ran’s eager assault, and Fal’ran growled and licked him harder.
Patrick was in heaven. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and he strained to get more of Fal’ran’s shaft into his mouth. He gagged when it hit the back of his throat, but he needed it. He needed the grounding force of it as pleasure thrashed him.
Fal’ran groaned against Patrick’s hole as he sank his cock deeper down his throat. He tongued along Patrick’s rim, teasing the furl of muscle and making Patrick’s thighs shake. Patrick wanted more. He wanted so much more.
He whined as he sucked and bobbed on his mouthful, twitching his hips up to Fal’ran’s mouth for more. His length throbbed and bounced on his belly. Fal’ran reached blindly for him and groped around until he found Patrick’s wrist. He yanked Patrick’s hand to his neglected cock.
“Stroke yourself for me,” Fal’ran ordered breathlessly. Patrick opened his eyes and looked between their bodies to see Fal’ran looking back at him, his lips shimmering with saliva and his pupils blown so wide. “We’re gonna make you come like this.”
Patrick’s eyes slammed shut as Fal’ran’s words nearly made him release on the spot. He wanted that; he wanted that so badly. Fal’ran tongued Patrick’s hole with an aggressive single-mindedness, flickering the tip against his opening until Patrick keened. Between the shocking pleasure of Fal’ran at his entrance, the fullness of his mouth, and the intoxicating weight of Fal’ran above him, Patrick had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, so raw. It would be frightening if it wasn’t so fucking perfect.
When he forced his hand around his own length, he sobbed. The overwhelming stimulation broke him. But Fal’ran growled a low, guttural sound of possession and triumph that made Patrick pump his cock and he whimpered. He was—fuck—he wasn’t going to last. It was so much, too much.
Fal’ran spread Patrick’s cheeks and stabbed his tongue into him, and Patrick cried out. His back bowed off the bed, forcing Fal’ran’s cock farther down his throat.
That, that was it, that was all he needed.
His hands flew over his own cock.
Just a little more, just—Fal’ran thrust his length into Patrick’s mouth as he pressed his tongue past Patrick’s tight rim and Patrick's cock exploded in his hands.
He came with a cry, sobbing and moaning around Fal’ran’s length as he milked himself, ropes of cum shooting up between their bodies.
“Patrick, fuck, fuck, I’ll—” Fal’ran’s finger replaced his tongue, teasing and tugging on Patrick’s rim as it spasmed with his orgasm. His own rock-hard length stuttered in Patrick’s mouth and for a horrible moment Patrick feared he’d pull out.
He grabbed Fal’ran’s hips, still whimpering with aftershocks as he pulled more weak spurts of cum from himself. He wasn’t done. He wasn’t done yet.
“I want, please, can I?”
Patrick didn’t understand Fal’ran’s words, but he understood the broken voice and the shake in his hips, so he moaned his encouragement.
“Patrick, Patrick, Patri—” Fal’ran groaned deep enough to shake them both and spilled into Patrick’s mouth.
Patrick spluttered as his mouth filled faster than he swallowed, drool and cum dripping out of the corner of his mouth. He had to push Fal’ran’s hips away to wipe the spill up with the back of his hand. And he loved it. A laugh bubbled out of him once he caught his breath. He loved it all. He pressed a kiss to Fal’ran’s hip bone, still laughing, and felt the answering shake of Fal’ran’s own mirth.
“I told you I wouldn’t treat you like a virgin.” Fal’ran lay his head on Patrick’s thigh and looked up his cum-covered chest at him, somehow looking both wicked and soft.
“Thank god for that.” Patrick traced idle circles over Fal’ran’s hip. Was this what he’d been missing all his years? Affection tightened his chest, painful and sweet. He didn’t think it was. Maybe it was naïve or foolish, a virgin’s logic, but Patrick didn’t think he’d have felt this was someone else. Looking at Fal’ran now, he wouldn’t have wanted to. “You’re breathtaking.”
Fal’ran’s eyes widened. A blush crawled up his ears where they poked out from his dark hair. He turned his face into Patrick’s thigh with a mumble. “That’s the orgasm talking.”
Patrick laughed and reached down to push Fal’ran’s hair back so he could see his face. “No, I’ve always thought you were breathtaking. Too fucking handsome for anyone’s good.”
