half-closed, his mouth working at Alex's shaved balls. He moves from one to the other, kneading carefully with his fingers. Alex's skin is wet and shiny once Peter's done.
And Alex's cock feels like it'll actually explode soon.
"When we get you lubed up, I'm going to ram my fingers against your prostate to see if I can get you to come without touching again. That was amazing," Peter says. He lets his breath bathe the tip of Alex's cock. "I can't wait to see how that looks on tape."
Alex is stuck on the idea of ramming and fingers. He shakes his head, and then nods, dizzy and forgetting what he's agreeing to or if he's agreeing to something.
Peter's fingers wrap around the base of Alex's cock. He takes a slow, long lick like he's tasting a gigantic piece of candy, and when he reaches the tip he suckles there, his tongue flicking at the slit.
"Oh!" Alex shouts. His head knocks back against the unforgiving concrete wall. "Fuck."
"You taste good." Peter's fingers slide around Alex's wet balls and find his hole. He doesn't try to push inside, but he plays there, applying enough pressure to make Alex squirm and whine.
Are blowjobs always this good? How do people survive getting blowjobs this good even semi-regularly? It's too much.
Alex can't even remember what planet he lives on. The universe revolves around Peter's wicked mouth and playful fingers.
"Close your eyes," Peter says, his voice low and hungry. "Just feel it."
It's dizzying with his eyes closed. Alex's fingers tangle up in his bed sheets as he tries to find purchase so he doesn't fall off the world. He feels his thighs shaking and the tickling trip of sweat pouring down his calves and thighs from the backs of his knees. But mostly he feels Peter starting to stroke and suck his cock at the same time, fingers twisting and kneading, tongue lashing.
It lasts longer this time, Alex's balls still wrung out from his last minute panicked jerk-a-thon. When he isn't blowing his wad in two seconds, the build up is almost too much. It's so much. And Peter's fingers are there teasing at his clench—tapping and pressing there and making Alex want to flip over and spread his legs and beg for a cock up his ass.
"Peter," he says, the sound coming out like a low, broken whine. "Peter."
"I got you, babe," Peter says, mouth slick against his cock skin. "I'm going to swallow you. Don't kick me or anything."
Swallow? What does that—
"Fuck!" Alex covers his mouth with one hand, vaguely aware that he has suitemates just one bathroom over. They can probably hear him losing his entire mind because Peter's throat is constricting around the head of his cock. It feels like being squeezed and swallowed.
"Oh God," he whispers, every muscle in his body straining as his orgasm builds. His breath comes faster with little animal sounds he can't swallow back. He bites the soft flesh of his palm and holds his breath, losing himself to the crashing wave of pleasure and the impossible heat of Peter's mouth.
It feels like coming forever. His hips jerk up violently and he twitches and shakes with it. Peter grips his hip and holds his cock and keeps swallowing like he's wringing the cum out of Alex with his throat.
When it starts to end, Alex feels exposed. He places one hand against his belly and shakes, reaching weakly for his sheets.
"Whoa there," Peter says. "Look at me."
Alex looks at him and stares, shocked to find tears rolling down his cheeks. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry." Peter pushes up and kisses Alex's cheek tenderly, wiping the tears with his lips. "It can get really intense really quickly when you have your eyes closed. I should have warned you."
Alex watches him blearily, taking in the swollen flush at Peter's lips and the slickness of his chin. "Intense. Yes," he echoes.
Peter's lips form a slow smile. "The care and feeding of an Alex requires ample blanket forts, huh?" He pulls the coverlet out from Alex and starts draping it around him.
"I'm not
And Alex's cock feels like it'll actually explode soon.
"When we get you lubed up, I'm going to ram my fingers against your prostate to see if I can get you to come without touching again. That was amazing," Peter says. He lets his breath bathe the tip of Alex's cock. "I can't wait to see how that looks on tape."
Alex is stuck on the idea of ramming and fingers. He shakes his head, and then nods, dizzy and forgetting what he's agreeing to or if he's agreeing to something.
Peter's fingers wrap around the base of Alex's cock. He takes a slow, long lick like he's tasting a gigantic piece of candy, and when he reaches the tip he suckles there, his tongue flicking at the slit.
"Oh!" Alex shouts. His head knocks back against the unforgiving concrete wall. "Fuck."
"You taste good." Peter's fingers slide around Alex's wet balls and find his hole. He doesn't try to push inside, but he plays there, applying enough pressure to make Alex squirm and whine.
Are blowjobs always this good? How do people survive getting blowjobs this good even semi-regularly? It's too much.
Alex can't even remember what planet he lives on. The universe revolves around Peter's wicked mouth and playful fingers.
"Close your eyes," Peter says, his voice low and hungry. "Just feel it."
It's dizzying with his eyes closed. Alex's fingers tangle up in his bed sheets as he tries to find purchase so he doesn't fall off the world. He feels his thighs shaking and the tickling trip of sweat pouring down his calves and thighs from the backs of his knees. But mostly he feels Peter starting to stroke and suck his cock at the same time, fingers twisting and kneading, tongue lashing.
It lasts longer this time, Alex's balls still wrung out from his last minute panicked jerk-a-thon. When he isn't blowing his wad in two seconds, the build up is almost too much. It's so much. And Peter's fingers are there teasing at his clench—tapping and pressing there and making Alex want to flip over and spread his legs and beg for a cock up his ass.
"Peter," he says, the sound coming out like a low, broken whine. "Peter."
"I got you, babe," Peter says, mouth slick against his cock skin. "I'm going to swallow you. Don't kick me or anything."
Swallow? What does that—
"Fuck!" Alex covers his mouth with one hand, vaguely aware that he has suitemates just one bathroom over. They can probably hear him losing his entire mind because Peter's throat is constricting around the head of his cock. It feels like being squeezed and swallowed.
"Oh God," he whispers, every muscle in his body straining as his orgasm builds. His breath comes faster with little animal sounds he can't swallow back. He bites the soft flesh of his palm and holds his breath, losing himself to the crashing wave of pleasure and the impossible heat of Peter's mouth.
It feels like coming forever. His hips jerk up violently and he twitches and shakes with it. Peter grips his hip and holds his cock and keeps swallowing like he's wringing the cum out of Alex with his throat.
When it starts to end, Alex feels exposed. He places one hand against his belly and shakes, reaching weakly for his sheets.
"Whoa there," Peter says. "Look at me."
Alex looks at him and stares, shocked to find tears rolling down his cheeks. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry." Peter pushes up and kisses Alex's cheek tenderly, wiping the tears with his lips. "It can get really intense really quickly when you have your eyes closed. I should have warned you."
Alex watches him blearily, taking in the swollen flush at Peter's lips and the slickness of his chin. "Intense. Yes," he echoes.
Peter's lips form a slow smile. "The care and feeding of an Alex requires ample blanket forts, huh?" He pulls the coverlet out from Alex and starts draping it around him.
"I'm not
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