Page 92 of In at the Deep End

Owen knelt between Matt’s legs, applied a generous helping of lube, then stroked his cock with both hands, alternating between them, running them from the head to the root. He palmed the head, and Matt’s breathing changed, becoming more erratic, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Owen couldn’t resist. He kept one hand curled around Matt’s rigid dick, and reached for his nipple with the other, brushing his thumb over it, loving the shivers that multiplied. He didn’t settle into any one action but switched between them, rubbing over the head, using a twisting motion around the shaft, and sliding his fingers up and down at a pace designed to drive Matt wild.

Judging by the increasing number of moans tumbling from Matt’s lips, it was working.

Owen resumed his playful torture of Matt’s nipple, moving from one to the other, keeping him off-balance. When he gave one a pinch, Matt laughed, shivering.

Those lips looked soft, inviting…

Do it.

“Can I kiss you?” Consent was everything.

Matt’s Adam’s apple bobbed sharply. “Yes.” It came out as a whisper.

Owen knelt up and leaned forward, his weight on one hand, and stroked Matt’s lightly bearded chin. “Open your mouth for me.”

Matt’s lips parted, and Owen slipped his tongue inside to brush across Matt’s, tasting him, Matt’s low moan reverberating through him. They locked lips, and Owen stifled his own moan when Matt’s hand found his neck, his fingers grazing the skin. His belly quivered against Owen’s, and that felt exquisite. He ran his hand over Matt’s shoulder, his chest, his movements careful and steady.

When they parted, Owen returned to his kneeling position, the skin of Matt’s shaft like silk beneath his fingertips. His breathing sped up, and he met Matt’s gaze.

“I want to taste you.”

Matt’s eyes widened. “Yes.”

Owen bent his head and licked over the head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum from the slit. Matt’s groan filled his ears, and Owen took the head into his mouth, one hand trailing over Matt’s stomach in unhurried circles. Matt pushed up with his hips, and Owen’s mouth was full of hard cock.

He got into another rhythm, sucking on the head, tugging gently on Matt’s balls, and all the while he kept up that gentle stroking of Matt’s chest and torso, feeling each shudder that rippled through him. He took Matt a little deeper, and Matt arched his back, moaning.

“Oh, yeah.”

Owen forgot about his own demanding hard-on and gave himself up to the delicious task of making Matt come.

He picked up the pace, his fingers curled around the root, and Matt’s noises grew louder and more frequent. When Owen buried Matt’s dick in his throat and his nose in Matt’s pubes, Matt gripped his head, holding him there.

“Fuck.”

It was only a whisper, but it made Owen’s heart sing.

He sucked harder, concentrating his efforts on the head, giving Matt’s sac sharper tugs, until Matt was shaking all over.

Owen paused, pulling free, a glistening rope of saliva tethering his mouth to Matt’s cock. “Are you okay?”

Matt shuddered. “Yeah. Don’t stop.” His toes curled into the mattress.

Owen went back to driving Matt closer to orgasm, and Matt’s cries intensified.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Oh. Fuck. Fuck.” His eyes were huge. “Owen… I’m going to⁠—”

A heartbeat later, warmth filled Owen’s mouth and he swallowed every drop, not stopping until Matt was done, limp and melting into the mattress.

Owen lay beside him, his hand curled around his own dick, pumping hard, his heart hammering, his breath leaving him in staccato bursts. Matt touched him on his chest, his thigh, his face, breathing in sync with him.

“Oh God.” Owen stilled as he shot hard, aiming for Matt’s slightly furry torso, his cum catching on the hair. He leaned into Matt, shaking, breathing in the smell of him, drinking in every sound. When he was spent, he dropped onto his back, still jolted by mini shocks, revelling in the waves of pleasure crawling over him.

Matt rolled onto his side, cupped Owen’s cheek, and kissed him on the lips.

“That was…” He shivered. “That was amazing.”