Page 113 of Jackrabbit

Colt whined, sucking Beau down as far as he could and hollowing his cheeks until Beau's hips snapped forward. And Coltmoaned, the sound buzzing through Beau's body where they were connected.

Beau tangled his hand in Colt’s hair and tugged him back, a string of spit and precum connecting Colt’s lips to Beau's tip. “You gorgeous little slut,” Beau panted, dragging his dick along Colt’s cheek and watching him chase it with his mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck my face.” Colt slid his hand up Beau’s calf. “Choke on your thick cock until I cry.”

“That fuckin’mouth,” Beau growled. “Christ. I love your goddamn mouth.”

Colt parted his lips to reply, and Beau pushed himself into all that wet heat, guiding Colt forward with his grip on his hair. He started shallow, wanting to work Colt up to the full length, but Colt proved what a needy brat he was when he grabbed Beau's ass and pulled until Beau was buried to the hilt.

“F—fuck!” Beau slapped his free hand against the shower wall and pulled out long enough for Colt to gasp, wet and ragged. He snapped his hips forward again and slid down Colt’s throat, and Colt moaned deep in his chest. “Fuck. Good boy.”

The sound of Beau's skin smacking against Colt’s chin over the running water was obscene and filthy. It was going to live in Beau's brain for the rest of his life. So was the way Colt gagged and moaned and drooled while he dug his nails into Beau's ass like he was begging for more.

“Shit. Look at me while I fuck you.” Beau grabbed Colt's jaw and pressed his fingers into the hinge, and Colt whined, dropping his hand between his legs and stripping himself desperately. Beau pulled out, and Colt choked, cried.

“Don't you touch yourself. You remember what I said?” Colt's cock leaked onto the shower floor. “You get what you want, and then you're mine.”

Nodding, Colt moved his hand to his own thigh and dug in his fingers. “Yeah. Yeah. I'm sorry. Please.” His voice was all gravel.

Beau pressed his thumb into Colt's mouth. “You ready? I'm close. Where do you want it?”

“Down my throat, please, shit, fuck—” Colt’s hips rocked, and he licked his lips. “Wanna taste you.”

“Shut up and open.” Steam stole what little breath he had left as he pried Colt’s mouth open without waiting for compliance.

When he slipped into Colt’s mouth again, Colt’s eyes fluttered closed, tears dripping down his cheeks. Beau pushed forward in short, grinding thrusts, waiting until the last second before pulling out so Colt could get a gasp of air and then shoving back in. Slick and wet, Colt’s throat convulsing around his tip, the filthyclick-clicksound of him going as far down as he could made his legs weak.

“Yeah,” Beau panted as he pulled harder on Colt’s hair just to feel him whine around his cock. “Perfect. You perfect fucking—just a little more. You—you can do that for me, right? My good boy.”

Colt tried to nod, a short jerk of his head, and he fixed those wet eyes on Beau and thatlook. God, that look. Like Beau was everything, like being on his knees was where Colt belonged and he knew it.

The orgasm wracked his body, hitting him from one breath to the next with all the force of a lightning strike. Colt’s name spilled from his lips as he shoved himself as far as he could go down that tight throat and gave his boy everything he had. Colt moaned, swallowing around him, hands tightening on Beau’s ass like he was trying to pull him impossibly deeper. When he pulled out, the slick sound was followed immediately by Colt coughing and gasping.

“C’mere.” Beau reached down and hauled Colt up by his underarms so he could lean against the wall and rub Colt’s back. “You ok? I was—was that too much?”

“H-hell no,” Colt wheezed. He rolled his hips forward and dragged his dripping cock against Beau’s thigh. “I’m so fucking hard, oh my God. You’re perfect, this was perfect, please do that to me again, I—”

Beau cut him off by bending down for a kiss, the salty taste of himself flooding his mouth as he ran his tongue along the back of Colt’s teeth. Satisfaction curled in his chest, his limbs loose, sated. But Colt was rutting against his thigh, panting against his lips. His turn. Beau’s mouth watered.

“Bedroom.” He reached over and shut off the shower, kissing Colt’s jaw, his throat. “Move.”

Colt whined but obeyed, hurrying out while Beau grabbed a towel. He dried Colt off roughly—shoulders, chest, thighs—ignoring the way Colt grinding against him.

“Patience.” Beau swatted Colt’s ass and wrapped the towel around his hips. “Go on. Get.”

Barely holding the towel up, Colt stumbled to the bedroom. Beau could already see him spread out on his sheets, all that pale skin against the dark green, needy and dripping. He was gonna make this boy scream.

But when Beau started crowding Colt toward where he wanted him, Colt shook his head and turned. Pressed both hands against Beau’s chest and shoved him the other direction.

“Nope.” Colt licked his swollen lips, eyes wide and wild, pupils blown to hell. “Sit that perfect ass in the armchair.”

Beau blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” Colt pushed again, walking Beau backward. “Sit, baby. You think I’m done with you?”

“Colt, you’re dripping. Let me—”

“Sit.”