And Call Me in the Morning by Willa Okati Page A

“Oh, fuck !”
     
    Zane pulled off. “What? Should I stop?”
     
    “Hell, no.” Eli pressed his hands to his eyes. “Do that again.”
     
    And Zane did.
     
    “Ah— God . Zane.” Eli wanted to see. He fought between letting his eyes slam shut to feel it better in darkness and straining to keep them open, only Zane's damn hair was in the way.
     
    Zane chuckled, sounding lower and more confident. All the stress in him had dissolved. The bad stress, at least. Eli could see a sheen of sweat on his back as the muscles flexed. He drew off with a wet sound, his lips tickling and his breath warm on Eli's dick. “Guess that means I'm doing it right.”
     
    “Get back in there.” Eli reached down, trying to brush Zane's hair aside. He succeeded in haphazardly tucking it behind Zane's ear. Maybe that was better, maybe not, because when he was able to get a look at his cock sliding between Zane's lips—Christ, he was going to come, come hard, and they'd barely started. He ground his teeth and clenched his hands into fists in an effort to calm down.
     
    As if that were remotely possible. Eli had known Zane was a smart man and that he learned quick, but fuck , who'd have thought he'd pick up on this quite so rapidly? It wasn't perfect, too much saliva and the occasional scrape of teeth, but Zane licked away the sting.
     
    “Thought about this, huh?” Eli gasped. He'd never been quite so grateful that his bed's headboard had slats on it that let him reach up to grasp them and hang on.
     
    “In detail.” Zane's hand left Eli's hip and disappeared between Eli's legs. His hair fell forward again, but Eli couldn't be bothered noticing or being annoyed because that was Zane's hand cupping his balls, balancing them gently and playing with the lightest of touches.
     
    Might have figured Zane would pick up on his hot spots right away too. Eli swore and pushed at Zane. “Stop, fuck, stop. I'll come.”
     
    “Want you to,” Zane murmured. He dipped his head. Christ , that was his tongue on Eli's balls, tracing figure eights. “Yeah. Thought about this a lot,” he said between shallow breaths and harsh swallowing sounds. “Sometimes even before.”
     
    That hit Eli like a hammer between the eyes. They hadn't even—he hadn't thought—and Zane had—He groaned and gripped the headboard's slats tighter, their edges cutting into his fingers as Zane got back to business, wrapping a fist around Eli's cock and drawing what his fist didn't cover between his lips.
     
    The sounds were messy and too loud. Eli jerked as his stomach muscles contracted. He held himself still with a mighty effort, wanting nothing more than to lift his hips and fuck Zane's mouth. Ride his face. An image filled his mind of coming on Zane's face, striping his pretty lips and cheeks with cum that'd roll down in heavy drops. That he'd lick off. Eli groaned with the effort not to move, but he felt his cock surge and fill impossibly tighter.
     
    “Hair,” he said, grinding it out. “Tuck your fucking hair back and let me watch.”
     
    Zane drew his tongue up the length of Eli's dick, teasing, then slowly, ever so slowly, tucked his hair firmly behind his ear. “I'll get a rubber band next time,” he said, keeping his hand moving.
     
    “Shave your head.”
     
    Zane laughed. “Not happening. I've got to rebel somehow.”
     
    This isn't rebellious enough ? Eli didn't ask it out loud. He had other things crowding his mind and drowning his senses. Now he could watch properly, and the sight of his dick slipping in and out between Zane's lips was—God, he didn't have the words, only a growing tightness in his belly and in his balls.
     
    He almost snorted when the random snatch of thought came to him: If it's over fast, so what? We get to do it again whenever we want. His toes curled, and he grunted, pushing up.
     
    Zane took the thrust almost smoothly, only coughing once. He did pin Eli's hip down with the hand he wasn't using to brace himself.