[ every part. all of you. is that really true? can it be? no one has ever wanted so much of him before, seen so many of his hidden parts and made such a hefty claim. hardly has time to pick apart the thought before kaz's tongue flicks out, electrifying the tip of his cock. it takes everything to keep his hips still, muscles flexing across his stomach, and then he feels the softness of his lips, kissing along the length of him, sweetly tentative. it means more than anything that kaz would do this with him, would trust him enough to allow him in this way. would even want this at all.
his eyes slip shut when wet, nimble fingers work him over, and a rush of breath escapes him when kaz's mouth takes over, feeling him out with careful, measured motions. his mind knows nothing but soft, wet heat, hesitant breaths running along the spit collecting on his cock as kaz tastes him, acclimates himself to the feeling of this. it's overwhelming already β and he knows it must be the same for kaz in more than one way. are the waves lapping at his feet at such close, intimate contact? different from kissing, different from touching. he tightens their clasped hands. ]
Good. [ he slips a hand into his hair, gently brushing it from his eyes, thumb dropping to stroke the stretch of his mouth. ] Just like that. It's good.
[ and it is. he's βachingly hard just from this, their eyes briefly meeting when kaz speaks in his scrape of coarse gravel, made rougher with desire. a hefty promise that stills the breath in his lungs. he wants to say that he didn't do any of this to get anything in return, that he wanted for kaz to experience touch and pleasure and the fulfillment of the desires caged within him. that he wanted to kiss him and hold him and take him apart. still does, maybe always will. he swallows, a hard groan in his throat when kaz's mouth descends upon him again, sinking him deeper into his cavernous heat. fingers curling in his hair, he lifts his hips gently and guides kaz into a careful rhythm, pausing between each glide past his lips, watching him through the flutter of his sandy lashes. ]
I've never β [ he exhales, a soft shudder as he eases his cock out, glistening and swollen past kaz's flushed lips. he's had countless mouths on him over the years, boys and girls in warm beds and dark corners of seaside taverns and once in the back of a lecture hall, hurriedly between classes, but nothing has ever felt quite like this. nothing so tenuous, so quietly fevered, so much more than just pleasure drawing him into this. a tinge of pink flushes kaz's cheeks, concentration pulling at his brows. he licks his lips, hungry to kiss him. ] It's never felt like this with anyone else. Just you. Open, just a little more.
[ his hand heavy in kaz's hair, he carefully eases him down, brows tightening as his cock slides deeper, deeper. his hips shake as his head falls back, breath hissing through his teeth, holding kaz down for a long moment before letting him go, his chest heaving around a gasp. his fingers blindly cradle his cheek, legs bonelessly falling open. ] Fuck. You can β stop if it's too much. It's okay.
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his eyes slip shut when wet, nimble fingers work him over, and a rush of breath escapes him when kaz's mouth takes over, feeling him out with careful, measured motions. his mind knows nothing but soft, wet heat, hesitant breaths running along the spit collecting on his cock as kaz tastes him, acclimates himself to the feeling of this. it's overwhelming already β and he knows it must be the same for kaz in more than one way. are the waves lapping at his feet at such close, intimate contact? different from kissing, different from touching. he tightens their clasped hands. ]
Good. [ he slips a hand into his hair, gently brushing it from his eyes, thumb dropping to stroke the stretch of his mouth. ] Just like that. It's good.
[ and it is. he's βachingly hard just from this, their eyes briefly meeting when kaz speaks in his scrape of coarse gravel, made rougher with desire. a hefty promise that stills the breath in his lungs. he wants to say that he didn't do any of this to get anything in return, that he wanted for kaz to experience touch and pleasure and the fulfillment of the desires caged within him. that he wanted to kiss him and hold him and take him apart. still does, maybe always will. he swallows, a hard groan in his throat when kaz's mouth descends upon him again, sinking him deeper into his cavernous heat. fingers curling in his hair, he lifts his hips gently and guides kaz into a careful rhythm, pausing between each glide past his lips, watching him through the flutter of his sandy lashes. ]
I've never β [ he exhales, a soft shudder as he eases his cock out, glistening and swollen past kaz's flushed lips. he's had countless mouths on him over the years, boys and girls in warm beds and dark corners of seaside taverns and once in the back of a lecture hall, hurriedly between classes, but nothing has ever felt quite like this. nothing so tenuous, so quietly fevered, so much more than just pleasure drawing him into this. a tinge of pink flushes kaz's cheeks, concentration pulling at his brows. he licks his lips, hungry to kiss him. ] It's never felt like this with anyone else. Just you. Open, just a little more.
[ his hand heavy in kaz's hair, he carefully eases him down, brows tightening as his cock slides deeper, deeper. his hips shake as his head falls back, breath hissing through his teeth, holding kaz down for a long moment before letting him go, his chest heaving around a gasp. his fingers blindly cradle his cheek, legs bonelessly falling open. ] Fuck. You can β stop if it's too much. It's okay.