Page 108 of Game Misconduct

Tanner said, “Fuuuck, that’s hot,” and dove in.

He licked at Leif for a little while, alternating sucking on his rim and delving his tongue inside. Leif felt so turned on he was dizzy with it and he whimpered, overwhelmed and overstimulated, yet needing something more.

“Tanner,” he pleaded. “I need …”

And he didn’t even finish his thought before Tanner reached around Leif’s hip with one hand, groping for his cock and balls, and used the other to slide two fingers into Leif’s hole.

And then it was so much, sogood, so overwhelming.

Leif gave in to the feeling, just stood there panting and moaning as Tanner worked him over, alternating stroking his cock and tugging on his balls with one hand while fucking his hole with his fingers of the other. All the while he periodically darted out his tongue with little kitten licks.

“Yeah, just like that,” Leif urged. “Please. Just like that.”

Tanner kept going.

Leif was trembling by the time he reached the edge and tumbled off, free-falling into pleasure. He’d come earlier, so this was less explosive, but no less intense. He floated on it for a while, feeling Tanner’s movements slow and finally stop.

When it was over, Leif pried his fingers off his ass and let his hands dangle. Tanner pressed a kiss to his right butt cheek, then stood. He pressed another kiss to Leif’s shoulder, then stepped away.

Leif heard the sound of the shower door opening and peeled his eyes open in time to see Tanner reach for a bottle of mouthwash on the counter. He swigged, swished it around his mouth, then spat, and Leif closed his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

A moment later the shower door opened, and Tanner pressed against his back.

“Good?” he asked, sliding his hands along Leif’s abs.

“Yeah,” Leif agreed.

He turned and kissed Tanner, appreciative of the taste of mint and the glide of Tanner’s tongue against his.

Leif hauled him closer, feeling the iron bar of Tanner’s cock pressed against his hip.

They made out lazily for a few minutes, hands roaming across each other’s slippery bodies. Leif had the hazy thought that someday—years from now—he’d remember this moment. This stolen night and morning with Tanner, and he felt a lump in his throat.

He’d miss this when Tanner moved on.

But for now, Tanner was here and so was Leif and he knew what he wanted more than anything.

There was a small ledge built into the far wall of the shower and Leif guided Tanner back to it and coaxed him to sit. Leif lowered to his knees and kissed his way along the length of Tanner’s cock.

“Fuck,” Tanner whispered when Leif took him deep.

And then Tanner’s hands were in Leif’s hair, petting him as he began to bob. Despite the dig of hard tile into his knees, Leif took his time with the blowjob, occasionally circling the ridge of Tanner’s dick with his tongue or dipping his head to lap at his balls.

As always, Tanner made these sounds, mumbled his pleasure, kept up a running commentary of how it felt.

Leif could feel when Tanner got impatient, the tug of hands sharper as he tried to guide Leif into doing what he wanted. Leif just laughed against his skin and kept going.

But eventually, when he could feel Tanner’s thighs shaking, he took Tanner’s cock as deep as it would go. He sucked hard, bobbing his head, allowing Tanner to guide the speed and depth as he gripped Tanner’s hips.

He didn’t push into Leif’s throat, though Leif wouldn’t have minded if he did.

Another time, he thought as Tanner whimpered. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Leif dug his hands in deeper, his fingers digging into Tanner’s upper glutes to show him that he wanted to stay right where he was.

Tanner held him there, hips stuttering as he emptied into Leif’s mouth. “Hold it in your mouth,” Tanner begged so Leif forced himself to not swallow.

When Tanner finally let go of his hair, Leif’s scalp ached a little, but he rose to his knees with Tanner’s cum still pooling on his tongue. Tanner gasped and kissed him, delving his tongue into Leif’s mouth like he was hungry for it.