Page 31 of Evergreen

He grinned, a cocky, confident expression taking over his features. “You should take off my pants, big guy.”

My hands moved to the button of his jeans, fumbling slightly with the clasp before I managed to get it undone. I slid the zipper down carefully, acutely aware of the hardness pressing against the fabric. The jeans fell to the floor, and Cass stepped out of them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that outlined his cock perfectly.

I swallowed hard, my eyes traveling down the length of his body. Even through the fabric, I could see how hard he was, the outline of his cock prominent and impressive for a guy his size. I reached out and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down slowly.

His cock sprang free, and I couldn’t help but stare. He was beautiful. Fully hard, the head flushed a deep red, a bead of pre-cum already gathering at the tip. The shaft was smooth and elegant, with just a hint of a curve to it. I found myself wondering what it would feel like in my hand. What it would taste like.

“You’re staring,” Cass said, amusement coloring his voice.

“Sorry,” I said, though I didn’t look away. “I just… it looks nice.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his shaft, stroking slowly. “Now it’s your turn.”

The sight of him touching himself made my own cock throb painfully against the confines of my jeans. I needed to get out of these clothes. Now.

I made quick work of my jeans and underwear, kicking them aside without ceremony. My cock was already fully hard, standing proud and heavy in front of me. I was acutely aware of how much bigger I was than him in every way. My length was impressive, but my girth was what really stood out. I’d always been a bit self-conscious about it, but the way Cass’s eyes widened as he looked at me made me think maybe it wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, moving closer. He reached out tentatively, wrapping his smaller hand around my shaft. Even with his hand fully extended, his fingers didn’t quite meet around my girth. “This is... a lot.”

“Is it too much?” I asked, fighting the urge to thrust into his grip.

“No,” he said, stroking slowly. “It’s perfect. Just... I’m going to need to take my time with this.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me, and I realized what he was about to do. My breath hitched as he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from my tip. The sensation was exquisite, almost too much. I had to grip the edge of my desk to keep from losing my balance.

“Fuck,” I muttered as he took the head of my cock into his mouth.

He worked slowly, carefully, clearly trying to figure out how much he could take. His hand stroked the shaft while his mouth worked the sensitive head, his tongue swirling around me in ways that made my magic flare brighter beneath my skin. I could feel the golden light pulsing through my veins, responding to the pleasure coursing through my body.

“Your magic,” Cass said, pulling back slightly. “Does it always do this?”

I shook my head. “Just with you. Seems like we both have issues with that around each other.”

Cass just shrugged. “I’m fine with it.”

He went back to work, taking more of me into his mouth this time. I watched as my cock disappeared between his lips, inch by inch, until he gagged slightly and had to pull back. He didn’t seem discouraged by it though. If anything, it seemed to spur him on.

“Take your time,” I said, my voice strained. “There’s no rush.”

He nodded, his hand continuing to stroke what his mouth couldn’t accommodate. The combination of his hand and mouth was driving me absolutely crazy. My hips wanted to thrust forward, to fuck his face, but I held myself still. I didn’t want to hurt him or make him uncomfortable. The last thing I needed was to accidentally choke him with my cock.

Cass seemed to sense my restraint because he pulled back and looked up at me, his cheeks flushed. “You can move if you want to. I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, searching his face for any sign of doubt.

“Yeah,” he said, and there was that cocky confidence again. “Just don’t go too hard. We can build up to that.”

He took me back into his mouth, and this time I allowed myself to move. Slowly at first, just gentle thrusts that let him control the depth. But as he relaxed into it, taking more of me with each stroke, I found a rhythm that worked for both of us. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, not pulling or pushing, just holding on as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

The sight of him on his knees in front of me, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, was almost too much. I could feel my orgasm building, could feel the pressure starting to coil in my lower belly. I was getting close, and fast.

“Cass,” I warned, “I’m going to⁠—”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his lips wet and swollen. “Cum for me,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to taste it.”

That was all the permission I needed. I thrust into his mouth one more time, feeling the tension snap as I came hard. Pleasure radiated outward from my core. I could feel my pulsing in his mouth, could see him swallowing every last drop, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.

When it was over, I was shaking. My legs felt like they might give out, and I had to grip the desk harder to keep myself upright.