Page 89 of Squad Ghouls

I’d never been a huge fan of sucking cock. It was the one sexual act I could live without ever doing, but with him, for him…it felt natural. I felt like I needed it and wanted it just as much as he did.

His reactions to everything I did spurred me on. The grip he had on my hair drove me insane. His constant moans were like music. The aborted, staccato little thrusts of his hips made it feel like he was chasing after me the moment I pulled back. Like he was addicted. Like he was tied to me in ways neither of us could see.

I pulled off and looked up, only to find him lost in pleasure. His head was thrown back, mouth open on a silent scream, cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling so fast it looked almost painful. Pride made me want to roar. I did that to him. I brought him to the edge of sanity and I wanted to keep that image of him in my head forever.

“Fuck, love, look at you!” I said, and he shook his head from side to side, refusing to open his eyes.

“Please!” He pushed my head down with the fingers still wrapped in my hair.

“I want to keep doing this forever,” I said, shocking myself. “I want to keep doing this with you…forever.”

He nodded.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Okay, yes! Just, please!”

My eyes rolled with satisfaction at his acceptance. “Fuck my mouth!”

“Wh…?”

“Do it!” I took him back into my mouth and gripped the globes of his arse, pushing them up until he complied.

It took a few assisted thrusts before his brain reduced him to nothing but instinct and need. He gripped my hair tighter, held on, and abandoned all control. His hips went wild as he used me like his personal toy.

I slumped against the bed, boneless, my own erection aching with need I chose to ignore while I focused on his pleasure. My throat hurt, my lips had cracked in places, and I had to fight against the last bit of my gag reflex, but I did it all.

My head went empty. All my thoughts zeroed in on Owain. The weight of him on my tongue. The tangy taste of him coating my mouth. The smell of him in my nostrils. He was everywhere. He was everything.

I heard him say something through the moans. I heard words being formed between screams, but my brain refused to register anything but the flood of his cum in my throat. I swallowed every last drop he gave me.

I clutched his arse harder, sure I was leaving marks on that pale skin. I humped the bed like a teenager, pushing my pyjamas below my balls, until I came too but it was like that pleasure, my pleasure was an afterthought to his.

I held him inside my mouth until he settled. Until his fingers went slack in my hair. His hips sinking onto the bed.

I licked him clean as his breathing evened out. As the loud moans turned to soft little mewls and he squirmed under my touch, oversensitive and shivering.

I released him when I was sure he couldn’t handle any more, pushing myself up the bed and around him until he was in my arms, tucked against my chest.

He was already asleep, I realised before I could say anything to him.

“Forever” flashed in my mind now that I was mentally present again. I’d said it out loud. Asked for it. And he’d said yes. I mulled it over and realised I regretted none of it.

I kissed his forehead, pulled the covers over us, and settled into bed.

The wall across the room started bleeding. I tensed until the message popped up.

7/10

I smiled. Three points up.

Not bad. I looked down at my crotch. Not bad at all.

sixteen

Pillow talk for weirdos

Owain

Iwoke up around midday to my cheek smushed against something warm and firm. It was rising and falling slowly and I allowed it to lull me almost back to sleep despite my calling responsibilities before my brain caught up and I realised what it was.