Page 81 of A Long Way Back
“Apart from Dog,” Tay added.
Ink chuckled. He filled his palm with shower gel, watched Tay’s face carefully for any sign that he was going to resist, then gently stroked his shoulders. Tay let out a long tremulous sigh. Ink worked his way over Tay’s chest, his hands sliding over silken skin. Tay braced his arms on the walls of the shower as his breathing quickened, but he kept his eyes shut.
“Open your eyes,” Ink said.
“If I open my eyes and look at you, this will be over in seconds.”
Ink’s fingers were moving of their own accord, drifting along the ridge of Tay’s collarbone, over the gentle curve of his shoulders to his shoulder blades, under his arms, around his nipples. Tay trembled as Ink touched him and Ink shook in response. The pleasure in knowing he was the first to do this to Tay warmed his damaged heart. Trust was rare in Ink’s life. He leaned forward, pressed his mouth against the hollow in Tay’s neck and fluttered his tongue there.
“Oh fuck.” Tay gasped then tensed.
Ink licked down from his throat to suck on a nipple, and Tay cried out.
“Don’t plan to take ages over this.” Tay’s breathing was thick and heavy.
“Will the hot water run out?”
Taydidopen his eyes then and laughed. “I’m a fingertip away from falling off the cliff.”
“Want me to help you hold on?”
Hesitation followed by a nod. Ink slid his hand to Tay’s cock, wrapped his fingers tightly around the base and pushed down on his balls with the heel of his hand.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tay let out a pained, whining sound.
“Okay?”
“I’m now ten seconds from falling rather than five.”
“You’re funny.”
“I’m honest.”
“Don’t come.”
Tay snorted. “You think you’re King Canute?”
“He wasn’t actually trying to hold back the tide, he was making a point that kings aren’t divine. I’m pretty close to it though.” Ink tightened his hold.
“Oh God.”
Ink laughed. “And there you are.”
He dropped down to his knees and slowly licked from where his fingers held Tay’s cock, up to the tip. Then did it again and flattened his tongue over the top, rubbing over the slit. The salty tang of precome flooded his mouth.
“Now I can’t even think,” Tay whispered.
“Means I’m doing it right and you really are gay, in case you had a few random cells still wondering.”
Ink risked working his hand up and down Tay’s cock a couple of times, but still kept that tight hold at the base. He knew Tay was overstimulated. His brain was probably sparking like a spluttering firework. Tay moved his hands to Ink’s head and Ink looked up to find him watching, water dripping off his face, his eyes half-closed, pupils dark, but focused on him, with a look on his face as if Ink was showing him the mysteries of the universe. Ink licked up his cock and wrapped his lips tight around the crest, running his tongue into the slit. Tay groaned as Ink started to suck.
“Fuck. Oh God. Ink! I… You…” Tay was making all sorts of noises along with the monosyllabic words.
His fingers tightened in Ink’s hair as he tentatively began to move, bucking his hips to drive his cock deeper, then pulling back to let the tip of his dick rest on Ink’s tongue. Ink sensed his reticence to take charge and slid his hands up to where Tay’s hands rested on his head. He pressed his palms against Tay’s fingers and at the same time bobbed his head over Tay’s now unrestrained cock. Tay got it.
Ink stared up at him as Tay drove his cock into his mouth. His balls slapped against Ink’s chin and Ink changed the angle of his head to let Tay get deeper and at the same time tightened the muscles of his throat.
“I…can’t…” Was all Tay managed before Ink felt the slight change in his cock, warmer, bigger, then he was exploding into Ink’s mouth. As Ink struggled to swallow more than he was expecting, his own sac went tight. He grabbed his cock and a couple of squeezes later, went into his own meltdown.Fuuuck.
