Page 59 of Love Language

Was that appropriate right now? Greg had just heard that his mother had died, and Marco was thinking about sex.

On the other hand, Greg had just heard that his mother had died, and his first response had been to dive for Marco’s cock. So…

Did that mean that it was OK?

He wondered how cis guys did this. Because he’d seen it happen before. Doms casually holding conversations while their subs mouthed their cocks, as if nothing were going on. Was that calm disinterest just an elaborate act? It had to be.

And how had Marco spent so many years as a Dom without figuring it out?

Regardless of what Marco’s brain told him, his body was saying something very different. Greg’s mouth was soft and warm and wet. And so very willing.

He was pretty sure that if he told Greg to suck him off right now, he would gladly do so. He let that thought drift through his head.

If felt… kind of empowering, actually. He liked the idea that Greg might want to get him off like this, that he would enjoy it, too.

He shifted a little, trying to contain his arousal and dissipate the sensation. It only made Greg lean in closer, a little shiver running through his torso. He felt a gentle suckling sensation on his cock, as though Greg couldn’t help himself before he remembered to hold still.

God, this boy. He wondered again if Greg had any idea of the power that he held in his hands.

Sometimes, Greg absolutely destroyed him. But right now, it felt like he was being stitched back together, too.

He tugged at Greg’s hair, gathering his attention without pulling him off.

You want to suck me? Get me off?

Greg looked at him with hungry eyes, his expression saying that he knew how significant this was. Please.

Go ahead.

That was all the invitation Greg needed. He explored with his tongue, laving along Marco’s length, circling and gliding. He sucked with furious pressure, experimenting with a hint of teeth, a slow lick around the tip. His breaths came in frantic gasps, the warm puffs adding to the intensity.

Marco was completely undone.

It wasn’t just the sensual touch, the burning need in his belly. It was watching Greg so clearly enjoying himself, taking what he needed, finding his place on his knees pleasing his Dom.

Marco let himself lean back onto the couch, no longer controlling the scene, if in fact he ever had been.

Greg licked and sucked gratefully, eyes open now and fixed on Marco’s face.

So good, Marco praised, just to see his smile.

The happiness, the care and delight, in his expression was blinding.

Make me come.

Greg redoubled his efforts and it was like nothing he’d ever imagined. Marco thrust upward, letting his hips take on their own rhythm which Greg quickly picked up and amplified.

He was so close, so deliciously close to the edge. Greg had figured out some amazing combination of tight suction with just a bit of teeth along the top of his shaft while he licked around the head.

He thrust up, again and again, and Greg flowed with him, eagerly welcoming the force and pressure.

And then he was coming, cock throbbing and muscles weak, completely owned by this sweet, sad boy on his knees.

He shook through earthquakes of rapture, every sense focused on that single point of pleasure that was ripping through his whole body.

Greg’s motions slowed with his, until he was simply holding him lightly between his lips, being close.

God, he’d never felt this close to anyone before.