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“I need to lie down before I fall down,” Corey said quietly and slid into bed.
Tal settled at his side and ran his finger over the small plaster on Corey’s chest. “What happened here?”
“It’s something my dad used to do for me when I was upset. He put a plaster over my heart and he told me when it came off, I was all better. Happy again.”
Tal’s own heart ached. No way his father would have thought of doing something like that but then, in those days, Tal would have freaked out if he’d touched him. He wrapped his hand around Corey’s cock and worked it up and down in a steady rhythm.
Corey’s eyes had drifted shut and he was breathing heavily. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I’ll be disappointed if I don’t. I shouldn’t be doing this at all while you’re recovering.”
Corey laughed. “I’ll try not to get too excited.” He opened his eyes again.Oh God, his smile.
Tal slid down and took him in his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Corey groaned.
Every time Tal pulled back, Corey pushed up to return his cock to Tal’s mouth.
Tal broke off to protest. “I’m supposed to be doing all the work.”
“It’s not me. It’s my hips. They have a mind of their own.”
Tal took just the tip between his lips, then pressed into the salty slit with his tongue.
“Oh God,” Corey moaned. “I don’t want to come yet but I’m not sure I can do anything about it.”
Tal kept going, gently running his teeth along the length of him, sucking at the tip, then swallowing him as deeply as he could.
“I’m trying to distract myself and I can’t,” Corey said with a moan.
Tal let his cock out for a moment. “Be who you want to be. A dom.”
Corey opened his eyes and Tal could have sworn they had a predatory look.
“Suck me. Hard and deep,” Corey demanded, and Tal’s own cock jumped at the words.
Corey threaded his fingers in Tal’s hair, not near his wound, and held tight. He was face-fucking Tal now and Tal was lost in pleasure. The flavour on his tongue, the flood of precome, Corey’s dominance, it was all working to drive him wild. Corey was making all sorts of unintelligible sounds and Tal was thrilled he’d reduced him to that. When he managed to get all of Corey’s cock into his mouth, Corey cried out. His balls slapped Tal’s chin each time he thrust. Tal tightened the muscles of his throat and felt the moment Corey gave up trying to hold back. He exploded with a loud cry and Tal pulled back a little so he could taste him.
“Oh my God, what was that?” Corey gasped when Tal finally let him out of his mouth.
“What?”
“That noise on the roof?” Corey raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah. Santa Claus falling off.”
Tal laughed at that.
Corey pulled him in close. “He brought my Christmas present early. Bloody hell. Your mouth.”
He pulled Tal up and kissed him. Nothing gentle about it. Hard and hungry and desperate. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting as they rubbed up against each other. He felt Corey’s hand on his cock, then Corey pulled back to look him in the face.
“Do you want to play or come?”
“Come.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
An embarrassingly short time later, Tal’s throbbing cock detonated to send him spurting between them. Corey had hardly touched him. But fuck, it felt good.
