[ He has an idea of what Ian's got in mind, getting down to his knees between Mace’s spread thighs like that, but the idea of it can't compare to the reality of it — Mace’s breath catches at the first touch to his fucking zipper, his hips lifting in tandem with the ordering nudge Ian gives him. His jeans and shorts settle somewhere around his knees, and his eyes aren’t half-lidded anymore as they meet Ian’s sly little look. ]
Your wish is my fucking—
[ Yeah, so much for no bombing. Ian’s lips stretch wet and immediate around the head of his cock as a warm hand wraps around the shaft, and Mace’s heels dig into the hardwood below as he stops himself from thrusting up, his grip on Ian’s shoulder spasming despite his best intentions.
Jesus Christ, Ian’s not coming over to play, and a deep groan starts somewhere in Mace’s chest as those gorgeous fucking lips begin to ease down, saliva making the slide silken and so delicious that Mace can feel his own mouth watering.
It’s been a long damn time since he had someone go down on him, let alone somebody he feels this intensely toward. The emotion making his ribs ache, the way his every thought within the last forty-eight hours or so has been focused on Ian one way or another — there’s no denial in him about what it means, no confusion.
And turns out, doing this with somebody you feel that way toward, who very clearly at least likes you in return, it makes things intense in a way that has Mace realizing with a mixture of desire and regret that he’s gonna be getting close really, really fast. His cock flexes in that hot, wet mouth, and he knows the tip is already going slick. ]
Take — take it easy, huh?
[ Breathless, unsteady, and he’s not talking about Ian’s wound this time. ]
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Your wish is my fucking—
[ Yeah, so much for no bombing. Ian’s lips stretch wet and immediate around the head of his cock as a warm hand wraps around the shaft, and Mace’s heels dig into the hardwood below as he stops himself from thrusting up, his grip on Ian’s shoulder spasming despite his best intentions.
Jesus Christ, Ian’s not coming over to play, and a deep groan starts somewhere in Mace’s chest as those gorgeous fucking lips begin to ease down, saliva making the slide silken and so delicious that Mace can feel his own mouth watering.
It’s been a long damn time since he had someone go down on him, let alone somebody he feels this intensely toward. The emotion making his ribs ache, the way his every thought within the last forty-eight hours or so has been focused on Ian one way or another — there’s no denial in him about what it means, no confusion.
And turns out, doing this with somebody you feel that way toward, who very clearly at least likes you in return, it makes things intense in a way that has Mace realizing with a mixture of desire and regret that he’s gonna be getting close really, really fast. His cock flexes in that hot, wet mouth, and he knows the tip is already going slick. ]
Take — take it easy, huh?
[ Breathless, unsteady, and he’s not talking about Ian’s wound this time. ]