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“C’mon, you can’t spare five minutes to help me out, man?” He huffs and leans back into the desk with an indignant huff, purposely inching his hand into the space in front of Jeff’s graphics tablet, so it intrudes on the man’s availability to his work.
Seemingly annoyed, always the ray of sunshine within the office, Jeff groans and abandons his pen on the desk, readjusting his cap before smoothing down over the side of his face and resting his chin in his palm. Anybody that knows Jeff less than Dave would think he’s genuine about his annoyance; the hard stare that inadvertently causes Dave to readjust his posture when he catches it, along with the accompanying telltale ponder and consideration in the form of a scratch into his jaw is all unmissable by the younger man.
“Five minutes?” Jeff asks, an air of defeat about his words that forces Dave to stand up a little straighter. “I have deadlines too, y’know. You can't just keep dragging me over anytime your dumb ass can’t find the lasso tool. Any longer than five minutes and you owe me. Big time.”
“Five–Five minutes, I swear. This fuckin’ thing is giving me so much trouble, but I promise this’ll be the last time today, Jeff.” He means it too; he’s never used a graphics tablet like the spare he’s currently borrowing in the office while he waits for the newer one he’s saved up for to arrive and Jeff, his oh-so wise teacher in all things art-related, is naturally his go-to when it comes to any issues he might have – and for good reason when Jeff is generous enough to guide him through anything he needs help with. That gruff and bitchy exterior he tries so hard to put up doesn’t fool or deter Dave in the slightest.
Said man exhales out of his nose, eyes Dave up and down before back to his tablet reaching to save his current work. A sense of pride and accomplishment fills his chest with a cosy warmth at the realisation his pathetic attempt at begging actually worked. It’s not often that the other man indulges him so many times throughout one work day. Dave was almost about to promise a blowjob if it came down to it, even if it wouldn’t be much out of his way to offer such a favour in return – and Jeff wouldn’t be one to usually turn it down either outside of his high standards of ‘proper work etiquette’, or whatever the fuck.
“Thanks, man, like-I really do appreciate it,” Dave babbles when they make their way over to his little corner of the office. Nobody stops them on the way there, nor are there many people at their desks either. “I actually didn’t even realise it was lunch, so uh, I thought you might’ve gone out.”
“That’s because you’re used to coming fuck-knows-when in the afternoon instead of normal work hours.” Jeff remarks, “But I brought lunch with me today, had some stuff that needed using before tomorrow. So you’re wasting nobody’s time except your own.” Still, the man doesn’t appear eager to be taken away from his work for the third time today.
“Right, right,” Dave nods, taking a seat in his chair and wheeling himself back so Jeff can also see his screen. “I dunno this tablet so, how the fuck do I save this to my hard drive? For when I get my new one.”
Jeff peers over at the screen that’s left on a frame of a Funkin’ animation and gives the brunette an unimpressed look. “Are you seriously asking me how to save your goddamn work?”
“No!” Dave exclaims, “I’m asking how the fuck do I save it to my hard drive.”
The larger man sighs and directs Dave’s hand, which is sitting near the keyboard, to the lower right corner. “See this, dipshit? It’s called ‘pressing Ctrl and S together at the same time’. Ever heard of it?”
Dave huffs, pressing said keys with a slight narrow to his eyes as if to prove a point. And point proven indeed, when a pop up appears on the tablet’s screen reading ‘No save location detected. Select a new save location or attach an external hard drive to continue.’ He gestures towards the screen, and, feeling a bit like a six-year-old child in computer class, he stares blankly up at Jeff for help.
Jeff tries it himself, pressing the Ctrl and S buttons twice with the same result both times. Dave begins to feel a bit smug that the seemingly simple solution had also failed the other man, before he realises this is his work on the damn line and if neither of them can figure it out, then it’s back to square one all over again.
“Any other bright ideas?” Dave looks back up at Jeff, letting the grin that tempts itself on his face to make an appearance, just to watch the other’s frown grow.
Jeff turns back to his mess of a desk, lifting a few pieces of loose paper that serves as Dave’s concept art and sketch pile – at least until he can be bothered to look for a proper folder – and nudging aside a few empty bottles. “Did you plug the hard drive in?” He turns to look back at Dave with more contempt than the latter personally feels is necessary, and he stares back in turn, blinking with all the innocence that he can muster.
“Yes, of course I fucking did. I’m not a dumbass.” He replies, perhaps a little too insistent than he should once he realises what he’s being accused of, because the moment Jeff reaches behind the tablet and it emerges with the loose USB end of the black wire that’s attached to his external hard drive and–well, Dave begins to feel like the biggest fool on this planet for not even checking that. The older male seems to be thinking the exact same thing, judging by his exasperated yet soured expression. Only Jeff could manage two different visual emotions at once, especially at Dave’s misfortune.
“Huh, there it is.” Dave remarks dumbly, staring at the little wire that’s about to be his downfall. Jeff looks less than pleased at his words. “I swear that shit was plugged in. I did it first thing when I got into the office, I swear.”
Jeff doesn’t look convinced in the slightest and a wince slips onto Dave’s face when he steps closer to where he’s seated. Has he ever told Jeff how hot he is when he’s mad? Scary, a little bit ugly in the nicest way possible when he scowls like that, but hot nonetheless.
“Don’t tell me you did that on purpose to get me over here again.” The larger male looms over him, casting a non-existent shadow over his form that makes Dave shrink up in his seat a bit. “You can't possibly be that fucking dumb to forget to plug in your hard drive.”
“To my credit, I didn’t actually plan that. I swear to God. But-hey, now that you are here, my little issue is fixed, and the office is kinda empty right now…” Leaning back in his seat, Dave throws a cheesy wink up at the larger man, stretching fully into the length of his chair’s back just enough that it shows off his stomach and a teasing hint of his happy trail when his shirt rides up. Almost immediately, Jeff’s eyes dart down to chase the newly exposed skin. It’s almost too easy.
Shaking his head, Jeff sweeps his gaze over the small corner of the office, “You fucking horny idiot. You’re worse than my grandma’s little dog, and that thing fucks everything.”
With a hum, Dave inches himself forward in his seat towards Jeff and peers up through his eyelashes. “Except I don’t fuck everything, just you.”
A thick wave of satisfaction rolls over Dave at the pink hue that washes over the other man’s cheeks.
“Uhuh. And your pillow, and your dumbass sex toys, your right hand every fucking night, your hairbrush–?” It’s a list that Dave knows extensively, and he’s suddenly aware of how his own cheeks burn from hearing it all said aloud by the one person he’d told it all to during a drunk stupor (followed by an entirely immature, quite rare, yet very satisfactory make out session).
“Okay, okay! We both know I’m horny as fuck, now can we just…” He stands stiffly, grasping lightly at the larger man’s wrist and nodding in the direction of the bathroom. “Y’know, get our workplace romance on. I’ll blow you in the bathroom as thanks and an apology for taking so much of your time today.”
“You’re serious about that shit? You do know that only the stalls lock, right?” There’s a hint of hesitance in Jeff’s voice, but nothing that sounds remotely like a genuine protest. Dave thinks he likes to be chased after a little bit, to be shown that he really does think he’s that hot to want to sit on his dick any chance he gets. Jeff would say that he’s creating his own delusions again and to seek out a therapist, if he’d ever said that out loud.
Dave tugs again on his wrist and takes a step back to encourage the other man to follow. Reluctantly, letting the gentle pull urge him forward another step, Jeff’s shoulders sag with a sigh.
“Jesus Christ–Okay, fine. As long as you leave me the fuck alone for the rest of the day, then–just do whatever.”
In an act of triumphant eagerness, Dave tugs again on the man’s wrist. “Aww, c’mon, Jeff. You’re telling me you’ve not got a boner just thinking about me sucking you off at work?” Dave teases
It’s easy to make their way together to the bathroom with nobody to stop them. It would be uncomfortable hearing how silent the office can be when even the tapping of keyboards or mouse clicks fail to fill the lulling silences in the day. The bathroom is just as quiet, if it weren’t for the hum of the fan from the vent that sits in the corner. A double check of the stalls – always necessary in his own personal experiences – comes up clear when Dave leans over to peer into each stall to check they’re not hiding an unsuspecting coworker.
He comes back to Jeff with a grin, noting the slight frown on the man’s lips. He knows just how to turn that goddamn frown upside down; he cups Jeff’s face in his hands, stroking over the facial hair on his jaw, pressing his own hips flat against Jeff’s in a manner that he’s become familiar with enough that it’s become common practice.
“Alright, now I believe I promised you the best blowjob you’ve ever fucking had in your life?”
“I dunno about that, but– Jesus, I’m not even hard yet, Dave.” Jeff’s hand remains firm on his shoulder, gently urging the thinner man back to his feet when he starts to sink down to the floor. “Ever heard of warming up before diving into the deep end?”
“It’s not like you to need something like foreplay, man. Maybe you really are getting old.” Dave hums, but steps back up regardless. With no particular goal in mind, he leans in close, enough that he can feel the silent inhale Jeff takes once their chests are almost flush together. With only the bathroom door behind him, there’s hardly room to separate if Jeff tried. “You just need a ‘lil help getting that fat cock of yours hard for me, huh, big guy?”
“Jesus,” Jeff mutters under his breath, “You say the nastiest shit sometimes.”
“I can say a lot worse than that,” The brunette grins, brushing his thumb against the other’s warm cheek, feeling it drop into a frown once he does. “C’mon, lighten up, hmm? You’re about to get your dick sucked, not get inspected for prostate cancer.”
Jeff makes a noncommittal sound in his throat, but doesn’t say anything to entertain the source of it. Instead, a large hand comes up to cup the back of Dave’s neck, entwining in the silky, curled ends of his nape. A heat settles under his skin; he frequently gets… warmed up by being touched, even in the more innocent places. It always depends on the situation, or more so the person, but he sucks in a breath nonetheless, fully crowding Jeff back against the bathroom door once his hands come up to find the other’s broad waist. Eyes drift down to what Dave is pretty sure to be his lips, and he almost mentions how they could be wrapped around his dick right now if Jeff weren’t 40-pushing-75-years-old with erectile dysfunction or something – but the words don’t get their chance to make their exit.
Something they don’t do often – or, something they don’t do as often as fooling around every other day – is kiss.
It seems to be something that Jeff finds too personal to ever commit to; intimate, like a press of lips is comparable to promising their lives to each other at an altar while wearing virginal white on a warm, summer’s day.
The times they do kiss each other, as far and few in between as they are, they never last long. Sometimes it’s a quick slide of their lips together in a heady moment of weakness, while they’re already there, taking trailing paths but never lingering for long on the way to another destination. Other times, it’s a post-orgasmic idea of closeness, a nice tie-off to a hard fuck, and that’s when Jeff seems most reciprocating to it; as they’re coming down from a mutual high, allowing himself to be enveloped in gangly limbs and a lazy yet eager tongue to starts to lick between his lips, offering an answering hum of contentment that emanates against Dave’s mouth when he lets out his own pleased sigh at how easily they slot together. It never lasts long once Jeff’s hazy mindset wears off and Dave can visibly see the amenable demeanour slipping away from Jeff’s body like water off a duck’s back, replaced by the silent implications, all in the form of stiff shoulders and averted eyes – that a kiss is far too damn much for something as casual as two friends fucking around.
Bullshit, Dave thinks.
Because those rare moments that they do actually kiss just makes him that much harder, and sue him if he likes to get a little down and dirty sometimes; sticking his tongue down Jeff’s throat until he’s forced back by a firm hand on the thin column of his throat with spit coating his lips. It makes it all the more fun. But Jeff, that stuck-up bastard, never entertains it unless he initiates it on his own terms, more often than not – aside from those brief moments of ease and compliance that Dave always has Jeff kissing him the sweetest.
It’s cruel how good it all is, especially when it’s not as though he’s got people lining up outside his door to kiss him. He doesn’t have time to play around with strangers on whatever hookup/dating app that people are using these days, so the only way to get his rocks off with another living, breathing person is when Jeff indulges him – and yet Dave is never allowed to have it as often as he’d like. It’s definitely cruel, even if the larger man would be skittish if he tried to push it more than he has in the past. Better to let sleeping dogs lie than risk losing everything altogether.
So, once Jeff has pressed their lips together in an almost shy imitation of what Dave is used to from him, he can’t deny that he’s instantly interested.
The office bathroom is the last place on his non-existent mental list of ‘Places Jeff Bandelin Will Kiss Me’ that Dave would ever expect it. Just above ‘any public transport’ and ‘during dinner at my mom’s house’, it’s definitely pretty far down there if he thinks about it. Which he shouldn’t be, not while Dave is getting something he always craves and never gets, thriving off the attention, relishing in the way Jeff pushes back just as hard against his mouth when Dave puts himself flush against him. The brunette isn’t one to complain when an opportunity presents itself, and it would be pretty difficult to drag himself away from it now when he’s very quickly tenting his already tight jeans.
He lets Jeff kiss him sweetly, humming against his lips, arching into the thick muscle-bound line of his body when Jeff’s other hand makes itself known against Dave’s lower back. While a tilt of his head and a snaking lick against the other man’s tongue does fucking wonders for him, it seems to have a tenfold effect of Jeff, because his hand is soon pressing hard enough that it pushes them together, the growing interest at the situation more obvious now with no space between them.
Eagerly coaxing Jeff closer, a hand spreading over the span of Jeff’s nape like he’s fucking dreamt of doing too many times to count. It’s all too much, yet not enough, settling a hungry yearning in Dave’s chest that it leaves him pent up and buzzing. Their hips repeatedly meet in a deliciously heedless sense of indulgence, a choking hum that borders on a whine getting stuck in Dave's throat when he feels just how hard Jeff is against him now. It didn’t take long, not as if it ever does anyway, but he’s not about to complain about the little extra time taken to ensure that they get there. He licks at his lips when they part momentarily, unable to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds while Jeff is still slowly forcing their hips together over and over. Dave takes what he can get, tasting the peppermint gum flavour coating the older man’s mouth that he usually has after a coffee. If he could get turned on by just a simple taste, like some sort of Pavlovian effect from here on out – it would most likely be that. He’s already aching to get down on his knees just tasting it on Jeff’s tongue.
Pulling himself away, panting wetly between them, Dave lets loose a small mewling groan that Jeff instantly goes to frown at. “Fuck, man, I need t’suck your dick, like, now.”
“Less chance of becoming an office gossip scandal in a stall,” Jeff answers, moving them both backwards towards one of the lockable doors. “As much as I’d like to see your face when somebody walks in on you gargling some dick.”
“It wouldn’t be so funny if they realised it was your dick I’m gargling on, you jackass.” The younger man laughs, unaffected by the words and languidly allowing Jeff to join their lips together and press him into the wall of one of the stalls. The slide of the lock squeaks and clicks into place; the walls are high enough that, well, without being a peeping tom themselves, nobody is gonna realise that anybody’s getting head in the men’s bathroom of the Newgrounds office. Not by sight, at least, but Jeff’s always a little frigid about making too much noise regardless of location.
The high walls and having his back against them makes Dave feel small, almost tiny under the towering size of the other man; he’s by no means short himself and Jeff sits only a good few inches above him, but Dave feeds off the idea that Jeff will always be physically larger than him in pretty much every aspect he can think of. His stomach flips and his cock aches in his jeans when Jeff’s large, large, large hands cup his jaw and drift down to envelop his throat. Instinctively, the brunette swallows beneath the loose touch and pushes into the hold like it’s his lifeline, losing the sound of his own moan behind Jeff’s hungry mouth.
“Fuck, man,” He pants after forcing himself to separate from the other man, on his way down to his knees, graceless as he hits his knee funny on the tiled floor and is so caught up in everything that he barely even flinches, “I…I dunno what you put in your coffee today, but I’m fucking loving it.”
Jeff snorts from above him and fists a hand in Dave’s hair, pushing it from his face much too tenderly. He must realise this, because he quickly readjusts his hold, brow furrowing while Dave occupied himself with the man’s belt, biting back a pathetic whine when the large hand tugs hard enough to make his scalp ache.
He leans back onto his haunches, knocking his head back onto the plastic stall wall, mouth watering a little when he finally, finally reveals the thick length that was tenting underneath acid-washed denim. A curse whispers from under Dave’s breath and his hand wastes no time reaching up to cup the man’s cock through his briefs. It pulses under his touch, oh-so warm under his fingers that carefully trail down the thick length, tracing the ridge that leads right up to the head of Jeff’s dick that’s already causing a small damp patch to appear on his briefs.
“Is this why you never kiss me?” Dave teases, a little bit breathless, a little bit eager to just shut up and keep his mouth busy already. “You get too hard ‘nd end up creaming your pants?”
Jeff grunts above him, “Shut up already. I don’t have all goddamn day to listen to you bitch around.” He says, and fists his hand deeper into Dave’s hair, appreciating the barely-there flutter of his eyelashes at the rough treatment. The man’s mouth seems to listen for once and closes itself with a lip brought between his teeth. He doesn’t mention Jeff’s reddened face from his joking accusation.
With Jeff’s jeans barely midway down his thighs and underwear merely tugged down so he’s freed from the confines, Dave isn’t about to waste precious time when it comes down to it. A long lick up the line underneath the shaft before bringing the fat head between his lips. The familiar, salty taste of precum coats his tongue and a satisfied hum resonates in his chest – and Jeff, apparently, can’t resist the temptation to nudge his hips towards Dave’s face so he sinks another inch into his mouth. When he casts his eyes upwards, squinting through the overcast of fluorescent lighting, the older man is already looking a little winded. The smug perk of his own lips, dutifully wrapped around Jeff, is impossible to resist once he senses another heavy throb right against the flat of his tongue.
“I thought you were gonna suck my dick, Dave.” The large man says, voice falling to almost a whisper, just in case. “Don’t make me do all the work like you always do.”
Dave hums again around his mouthful, sliding his stretched lips further down and swallowing when he feels the head dip into his gag reflex. He’s gotten better with it, from practice and time, but he still has his moments that end up in a coughing fit. Smoker’s lungs, Jeff had blamed, even when Dave tried to convince him that it’s because he has an unreasonably large dick – not that he’s complaining.
A sigh emanates between them, ghosted out like it was barely there to begin with. Jeff’s hand pulls tighter, urging his mouth down towards the base, unrelenting in his action to the push back against the palm on the crown of Dave’s head. Blinking through the sudden onslaught of light tears, he attempts to push back once more, a sickening panic cropping up in his chest when the unstoppable urge to cough begins steadily crawling its way up his throat like a bad itch, but Jeff holds firm.
Somewhere in his chest, his heart does a flip and ends up between his lungs. In his pants, the own evidence of his arousal twitches desperately.
Whatever god has decided to bless him today, Dave thinks, deserves a raise for this miracle.
Jeff is always a little hesitant to indulge him in the rougher side of any requests he has. Be it a bit of choking – hand or dick, it doesn’t matter to him – or something a bit more forceful, holding Dave down here and there just because it gets him going way more than it has any right to, Jeff usually says a hard no on that stuff. Either he’s not in the mood or because he calls Dave a freak for it. Maybe he would enjoy it more than he wants to admit, Dave doesn’t fucking know.
Bu, God, fuck, he actually listened to this one. About…About just being forced to take Jeff deep into his mouth, a firm hand on his head to stop him from pulling back even if his throat constricts and tightens with the threat of gagging and his eyes water as he looks up at him with a pleading look. And-And Jeff is doing it, without even asking this time, and it’s just as intoxicating as Dave thought it would be. He’s already a little drunk off all this anyway; the realisation that he’s managed to weasel his way into Jeff’s pants in a goddamn public office bathroom, as tame as it sounds, but fuck if it doesn’t light a dangerous flame in his chest that will be difficult to douse once he’s gotten a taste of it. Jeff most likely doesn’t even realise that he’s dousing that flame in a heavy dose of kerosene right now, filling Dave to the brim with a roaring flame that tries to swallow him whole.
And now, now this, being forced to shove aside any itching sensation of a cough Dave might have, Jeff sinking himself deep into his mouth, lips stretched around the thick cock he's always loved getting his mouth on, breathing through his nose that’s steadily approaching Jeff’s hips. Fuck.
“There’s a good boy,” Jeff breathes out with a humoured air to the praise when the man beneath him groans muffledly. “You can take it all, right? Goddamn slut like you would take anything I give you and beg for more.” And Dave involuntarily moans as best as he can, shuddering out a shaky exhale when his hand leaves its perch on the man’s knee to knead at his own dick through his pants. He’s rock hard, sensitive and keyed up and aching to be touched bare.
His pants stay zipped up for now, waiting for some sort of permission. Anything to take away his control a little more, just to see if Jeff will take the hint on that too.
With not much wiggle room to do much else, Dave’s tongue eagerly strokes wetly at the underside of Jeff’s cock, swallowing back the thick wave of spit that threatens to breach past his cheeks, huffing out a breath through his nose and blinking through the haze in his eyes once the larger man testingly thrusts into his mouth. It forces Dave’s head back with how lax he’s become, knocking into the stall wall with a light thud, and he whimpers out a pathetic sound. Jeff inches his body forward, until the brunette is flush against the wall and trapped between it and his body. In an instinctive moment of weakness, clouded by arousal and the concept of only being used, Dave brings his free hand up to Jeff’s clothed thigh, digging blunt nails into the fabric and encouraging the man to sink down into his throat. His body protests with a slight lurch at the intrusion, while his gut twists with a pleased sense of long-awaited satisfaction.
“Fuck,” Jeff breathes out, resting one of his forearms onto the wall, “You dirty little bitch. You weren’t lying when you begged about being into this, huh?”
Throat constricting, tears building up in the corners of his eyes, the younger man nods lightly. He swallows again and blinks back the clarity into his vision, before making the plunge to take in the last few delicious inches that await him. Fuck, sure, he’s taken Jeff pretty far down before, but never the whole thing. Mostly out of impatience and an eagerness that gets him carried away before he can think to try, but this time, he doesn’t have a choice. He couldn’t back up anymore if he fucking tried.
Underneath his hand and a layer of black denim, Dave feels a sudden leak of precum stain his skin and boxers, hips pushing up into his own touch. He’s going to be fucking dreaming of this for weeks after.
Tilting his chin up towards the ceiling, the brunette’s breathing stutters when the motion of the length he’s taken hilt-deep into his throat is dragged back in a slow, steady pace that has Dave itching with a certain impatience that he can’t quite scratch. Jeff doesn’t seem bothered by his restless urgency, nor by the fact that they’re so, so close to being caught any minute soon if the time when they’d left his desk was anything to go by. They’re free to come back to the office whenever, which makes this endeavour particularly dangerous when it’s cutting it so fine to the usual time that their coworkers trickle back in after lunch.
But there’s hardly any room for Dave to care about that. Not while he’s on his knees and his brain is leaking out of his ears and the hand in his hair is tightening so addictingly once he laves his tongue up the thick vein of Jeff’s dick upon its exit from his mouth.
He pants exhilaratingly once given the opportunity to do so, grateful for the moment to breathe after having it sprung on him suddenly, yet so eager to have it done all over again.
“Throatfuck me,” Dave croaks out, “Please, please, Jeff, fuck. I’ll do fuckin’ anything, man.”
“I know,” Jeff soothes him, uncharacteristically gentle when he strokes through the wave of hair that falls down into Dave’s eyes. “I know, just let me handle it, alright? You just gotta sit there and look pretty for me.”
Dave shudders beneath him, pushing up into his hand and, before Jeff can stop him, sucks the spit-dampened head back into his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks, he takes him down again, eagerly enduring the encroaching thickness so his throat can open up for it. The broad base stretches out the rim of his mouth too perfectly, causing another rising sound of approval to come from Dave once he attempts to tighten his mouth around Jeff. The larger male breathes out a wavering noise, leaning into the warm, wet heat and working with Dave to meet him halfway with a gentle forward tip of his hips.
It’s...It’s fucking crazy how turned on this makes him.
Dave can’t even think about anything except the accommodating stretch of his mouth around Jeff, the salty taste of precum that coats his tongue with every pull back and slide in of the man’s cock. His hand tightens around himself through his pants, almost tempted to say fuck it and just unzip to jerk himself off until he’s spilling all over the tiled floor – but he can’t bring himself to. He just… There’s a daring, hazy thought that, maybe, he could cum just like this, being nothing but a welcoming hole for Jeff to sink into whenever it’s convenient for him.
Dave wants to see if he can cum like that, in his pants like he did when he was a goddamn teenager that was too horny and too stupid to hold himself off. He already feels on edge enough as it is.
Hip flush against his lips, finally meeting dark coarse hair at the base of Jeff’s cock, a small dribble of spit leaking past his lips – Dave pants heavily around his mouthful through his nose, nestling his head impossibly closer until he’s sure there’s nothing more left for him to try and swallow down. Above him, Jeff chokes on an awkward, unfamiliar sound, and his cock throbs inside the heavenly sensation of Dave’s mouth wrapped around him.
Dave can barely register the movement of Jeff inching back, only realising once it’s a slight bit easier to breathe, before he’s enveloping him back into his throat.
It’s easy to lose himself in the steady tandem of opening up his throat, swallowing down the copious flood of spit that comes with it, and he’s suddenly aware of how loud he is when he’s taking Jeff down; the wet sounds that emanate in his ears whenever Jeff pulls out of his mouth, the dewy, visceral noise his throat makes when he almost coughs around the other man’s cock. God, he wants to hear it forever, to jerk off to it whenever he’s alone and lonely and missing everything about this all too much. Almost restlessly, he switches between stiffening under Jeff’s hold to push himself forward onto his cock, and letting himself drop lax against the wall. Jeff never moves any faster than a steady, almost relaxed pace that forces Dave to feel everything through the haziness that’s beginning to cloud his senses.
Large hands come down to cup at Dave’s cheeks, one drifting down to curl over the jut of his Adam’s apple and, God, he can suddenly feel the expand of his throat whenever Jeff sinks down into the home he’s carved for himself in the tight confine of Dave’s mouth. With every pull back, it smooths out again, but it plumps back up once the larger man nudges his hips toward him – and fuck, if Dave can’t resist the need to bring a hand of his own up to feel it for himself. Jeff doesn’t falter when their hands meet, his fingers intertwining around Jeff’s thumb at the front of his neck.
Dave groans loudly, albeit muffled, and knocks his head back at an angle into the stall wall again. He throbs underneath his other hand, shoves it under the waistband of his jeans when he can’t fucking take it anymore, tightens his grip around himself to stave off the teetering sense of release that’s crept up on him.
“Stay right there for me, yeah, good boy,” Jeff gasps down at him, and he’s gone stock still again, making himself exceedingly comfortable inside Dave’s throat despite the urgency that thrums through the brunette at the sudden stillness. “You want me to cum down your throat or–or what?”
Again, Dave sobs out his approval, loud enough that it would most likely be heard by any passersby. They’re lucky enough as it is that nobody has come in yet – not that he’s aware enough to know if somebody did.
“I think you’d look just as pretty covered in my cum, y’know. You sure you just wanna swallow it down like the greedy whore I know you are?” And Dave keens over the words, pushing up into his fist and relishing in the thick glob of precum that he feels soak his underwear.
Instead of pulling off this time, he swallows heavily around Jeff, breathing through the spasm that threatens his gag reflex when he holds him a second too long in his throat. His vision blurs with the wobbly sight of tears as Jeff gives a single hard thrust into his mouth, poking his thumb into Dave’s cheek so he gets the hint and hollows his cheeks and sucks on instinct. He nurses it like it’s all he knows how to do, puffing out warm breaths from his nose and sticking his tongue out on the underside of Jeff’s dick with sounds so wet and crude to his own ears that it’s enough to make Dave’s own cheeks flush with a warmth other than arousal.
“Just like that,” Jeff guides him with a gentle hand, his thumb rubbing through the stubble of his chin until his mouth falls slack, “Goddamn cockslut always eager to swallow me down no matter the time or place. You’d’ve done this at your desk before if I let you, right? You’re–“ A stifled grunt interrupts him, followed by a twitch of his fingers on Dave’s jaw, “You’re goddamn lucky you’re so good at this, Dave, otherwise I’d laugh at how desperate you fucking are.”
Dave doesn’t answer, doesn’t have room to while he’s too busy stuffing down the ache in his jaw in favour of giving himself a few favourable strokes to guide him through it. He’s definitely going to cum like this, listening to Jeff spit the usual backhanded compliments, only feeling his cock twitch more under his grasp and a bubbling heat build in his gut. It’s harder to see once his eyelids start fluttering open and shut, his chest heaving the closer he gets, tiny, wet gasps falling from his lips whenever Jeff graces him with the freedom of air between his dipping thrusts.
It hits Dave all at once when the man threads his fingers through the hair at the back of his head, shoving himself down his throat once more like it fucking belongs there, leaving Dave to claw at his clothes thigh when he struggles to push past the lurching gag that pushes at the back of his throat at the sudden invasion of his gag reflex. Through his blinding daze, trembling, he cums over his fist, soaking his briefs until it spills through and onto his thigh and jeans in a manner that will be a pain to clean – but he can’t find it in him to care about anything except the groan that resonates above him, quickly hidden behind teeth bitten down into Jeff’s fist, and the thick sensation of his release flooding his throat.
Dave swallows it all down, just like he said he would, panting all the while like a dog in a hot car and listening to the mind-melting mumbled praise that Jeff shoots down at him for his efforts. He preens off of it and hums around his cock, closing his eyes as the lasting, twitching aftershocks of his own peak rolls down enough for him to relax. Jeff’s hand strokes through his hair, travelling down to perch his thumb on Dave’s bruised-red lip as he steps back and wipes away the thin, clinging strings of spit that connects his puffy mouth to his dick. With a final swallow, Dave closes his lips around the smaller appendage, licking at the tip just like he had before with his cock, drifting his eyes closed again.
He loves relishing in the afterglow, so to speak, when he’s still able to stroke his faltering state of arousal without getting overly sensitive because he just– He loves when Jeff brings him back down, despite the heavy thump of his pulse in his fingertips, the blood still rushing in his ears. He loves being taken care of after it all, because as much as Jeff tries to be an asshole in every aspect of his life, he does care a lot more than he wants to show when it comes down to it.
“You, uh, didn’t mind then? I probably should’ve given you a warning but–“ Jeff says as he’s helping Dave to his feet, stabilising his shaky, fawn-like form with steady hands on his side and waist. “You didn’t seem to mind, I guess. Cockslut through and through, huh?”
Dave grins and flushes high on his cheeks, he can feel it burn on his face, but he loves it He can’t get enough of how his jaw aches from the stretch and his chest is swimming with a self-satisfied sense of accomplishment. He could get drunk off of this feeling.
“More than alright, man, holy fuck. When I said you could do it whenever, I meant it.” He feels breathless and his throat is a little scratchy, aches a bit like his jaw. He can’t get enough of it. “So, uhm, thanks. For doing that. Definitely do it again.” He manages to say through the metaphorical cotton in his mouth.
Jeff nods and tucks himself away, unable to look Dave in the eyes in an uncharacteristic moment of something inherently timid. He doesn’t protest when the brunette drags him closer though with a loose hand on his neck, and though his eyebrows do furrow, he doesn’t seem too broken up about bringing their lips together just as passionately as they had before Dave got Jeff’s dick in his mouth. It proves he’s not just a pretty face with a penchant for fucking wherever and whenever. Whether Jeff knows that or not, he can’t be sure, but the larger man accepts it regardless. The light, teasing nip at his bottom lip is new, at least on Jeff’s part, and Dave can’t help but huff out a soft whine at it. Jeff seems to be full of surprises today.
“It was really,” He breathes out between them, “really fucking good. Like, the best blowjob I’ve ever given, I think.” He smiles against his lips when Jeff snorts a laugh, muttering something about being too narcissistic for his own good, but he swallows his words down soon enough when Jeff kisses him again.
Dave almost asks what’s gotten into Jeff, for him to give in without him even begging him for anything aside from some help for work, but the unfamiliar softness to Jeff’s face makes him falter. If he asked, it would probably only twist that into something more like the Jeff he knows, the stupid bastard. Better off not pointing out something that would only ruin it, Dave thinks, and lets himself be cleaned up by gentle hands and indulges in the kisses pressed to his bruised lips.