Page 60 of Best Friends, Tennessee

I held my cock as I looked at him, and a bead of precum slowly came out of my tip. Ori’s hand was on the edge of the bay window seat, his knuckles a little white as he gripped the edge, watching me.

I’d never seen his eyes like this, either. Half-lidded, like he was the one who was whiskey-drunk, backed up against the alcove with his skin all flushed. I leaned in again, tracing swirls along his cock with my tongue. I could grip my own cock at the same time now, squeezing hard when he gave me a good reaction. I built up a steady rhythm again, keeping him pinned down and taking him deep.

The sheernewnessof everything was exciting enough on its own. But it also wasn’t just anyone’s cock in my mouth. There was Ori’s familiar vanilla-spiced scent. His voice. Even the little scar on his thigh that he’d gotten while playing in the street one day when we were both kids.

The breeze blew in from the open pane on the window behind us, and the scent of the flowers in my backyard came in with it.

I took Ori in deep again, and for a split second I gagged just a little, trying to push it too far too fast.

“God, that is hot,” Ori murmured, his breath hitching. “Since when are you really fucking hot?”

That was high praise. My cock jumped in my own hand, and I squeezed around myself tighter, laying steadier strokes onto him with my mouth.

It felt like a challenge. Just like our fights. It was time to take him to the edge, pressure him.

I gripped one hand around the base of his cock hard as I sucked him off, doing everything I’d want done to myself. I kept my other hand on my own dick because if I didn’t, I was pretty certain I’d explode.

Ori had never been a particularly loud person, but there was one thing that was true about him: when he was overwhelmed, the man could let out a string of curse words that was unrivaled.

I found out that I could have that effect on him, too. I quickened my pace on him, letting my tongue lap along the underside of his tip every time I came up, and Ori groaned, swearing like a sailor.

“Fuckyou,” he whispered at the end, which only made laugh with satisfaction around his cock. “Fuck you, Finn, you’re going to make me come—”

I groaned around him now, my own cock aching at the prospect of having Ori come undone in my mouth. His breathing was erratic and broken, and I wanted more of that.

Give it to me then,I thought, not daring to take my mouth off of him now. One of his hands came down onto my head, his fingers gripping my hair as I bobbed up and down on him.

“Just like that,” he was saying under his breath.

I knew I was going to come, too. I didn’t care what it took—I was going to prove to Ori that I was game for anything. I’d be down to do whatever he wanted, physically, any fucking time he wanted.

He could toy with any guy he wanted to.

Go ahead and toy with me.

I felt a heat below my stomach, quickly traveling down to my cock and pushing me past the point of no return. I hadn’t taken my mouth off his cock for a moment, and right now I felt like I belonged to him. He was letting himself belong to me, too.

Nothing could compare to what I had with him.

And Ireallywanted to come for him.

I moaned around his cock, feeling myself tense up. I couldn’t stop it now. The moment I started to come, I knew it would shoot onto him again, and I couldn’t control that. I’d been so embarrassed last time it happened, but now there was something in me that wanted it.

I wanted to come on him.

Mark him as mine.

To know that we’d shared everything together, and remind him of just how much I was willing to do with him.

It happened slower than I expected, the wave building inside me before unraveling all at once. From my place on my knees in front of him, I shot all over my own hand and up onto his legs, some of it getting up onto his inner thigh.

“Oh, God, Finn, that’s going to make me come—”

I hummed deeply around his cock, giving him everything with my tongue. I was so far beyond gone already, and Ori tensed, bucking his hips up with one steady motion as he started to come in my mouth.

Give it to me.

I could feel his cock pulse on my tongue. I knew how hard he was coming, and the way he gripped my hair was so hot I swore I could probably get off again just from that.

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