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Ted spreads Trent’s pussy open with his fingers, thumbing over the sensitive lips, and then dives back in—lapping hungrily at his cunt, dragging a broad lave between his spread labia and then narrowing his tongue and licking down with pressure.
And then up, up to lick at his clit, swirling his tongue around it, teasing, and Trent whimpers, rolling his head back.
Ted focuses in, locking his lips around Trent’s little cock and sucking, pressing with his tongue, kissing and sucking and fuck, that’s good.
His nose is pressed to Trent’s bush, mustache on slick, sensitive flesh. His fingers are rubbing gently even as he keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps driving Trent crazy.
His cunt drools and pulses around nothing, his chest heaving as he breathes roughly. Ted alternates a little, kissing messy and open-mouthed, licking his sloppy cunt before sucking at his swollen little clit again.
His hands trail down Trent’s inner thighs, a light touch that draws a shiver through them, before settling, warm and almost firm, keeping them spread, ready to stop any movement.
Trent manages to lift his head to look down, and there’s—there’s Ted between his thighs, eyes all hooded and full of adoration, looking up at him even as he keeps sucking Trent’s cock, licking messily into his cunt, spreading him open—
Trent’s head falls back again, open-mouthed and stunned and lashes fluttering as he comes hard enough to squirt.
Ted’s hands hold his thighs down and open as they jerk, and the feeling of being pinned, spread open, held down—it only draws out the pleasure.
And Trent’s orgasm doesn’t slow Ted down at all. In fact, he seems to only dive in more eagerly, whole mouth all over Trent’s cunt, licking him up with broad, flat tongue and then sucking on his labia and then kissing all over his cunt sloppily—
Apparently not caring that Trent has just squirted messily all over his face, in his mouth, just—licking Trent through it, kissing him through it, red lips and hot tongue and no matter how much Trent trembles and squirms and whimpers he just—he just keeps going, and it’s hot and perfect and Trent can’t stop shaking.
He whimpers, fingertips clenching at the sheets on either side of him as his thighs twitch, and Ted’s squeezing them, licking him harder, more intensely, only stopping to kiss and suck just as intensely at his pussy lips. A few tears spill over and Trent rolls his head back, hair laid out in a messy halo around him, mouth falling open again.
Ted pushes his thighs apart further, nose pressing into Trent’s throbbing clit as he licks into him, tongue diving into the wet hole of him. Hot pleasure builds and builds, tingling through his whole body and crashing over him in waves, tugging tight and low between his legs. Ted just keeps going, nosing against his little cock as he keeps working Trent over with his tongue, and Ted’s name spills out of Trent’s mouth, first drawn out and then in a high, breathy chant as Ted kept teasing him open, kept licking and kissing and—
Trent comes again, weaker but no less hot and shaky and perfect. Ted licks him through it again, licks up his slick, and Trent moans his name, moans yes, yes, so good, please, so good, Ted, ye-es—! In between hitched, wordless little cries.
This time, though, Ted lets him come down, letting the intense licking melt into hot, open-mouthed kissing, which became slower, softer kissing, which became little, sweeter ones.
Trent’s thighs keep twitching a little, but slowly he relaxes, and by the time Ted’s progressed to kissing the inside of his thighs even as he rubs the outside with his palms—by then, Trent’s a puddle on the bed, melted into the mattress.
Ted finally falls back on his heels. He flexes his jaw for a moment, grinning broadly down at Trent with kiss-swollen lips and disheveled hair and slick all over his chin and mouth and mustache. He’s flushed and wrecked and gorgeous, a total mess, and radiating smugness.
He's also got a very prominent erection, bobbing heavy between his legs in a proud bow.
(God, does Trent make a pretty picture, too, laid out on his back all relaxed, thighs still spread wide and messy cunt red and dripping obscenely, lips puffy and soaked and sensitive, little cock still swollen and stiff, the wet hole of him still dribbling.)
Trent lazily peers up at him, barely lifting his head to do so, before relaxing back. “Y’should fuck me,” he says, slurring his words a little. “Use my’cunt—wet ‘nough.”
“What?” says Ted, surprised, then, after a beat, “Honey, I’m fine. You don’t have t—”
“Ted, you already took very good care of me,” says Trent, still a little slow and sleepy and very satisfied. “I’d offer to return the favor and suck your soul out through your cock—” “—wow, helluva offer—” “—but honestly, don’t think I’d do a, uh. great job. right now. So c’mon. Do something for you.” He lifts his head again, a little gleam in his eyes. “Promise I’ll enjoy it.”
Ted hesitates, then—moves forward, climbs on top of Trent, half-straddling him as he leans down to capture his lips in a warm, close-mouthed kiss. Trent can feel Ted’s heavy cock brushing over his stomach.
Ted pulls away—noses still brushing—and murmurs into Trent’s lips, “I’m okay, honey. You’re a pretty picture, y’know, could put you up in a gallery, I don’t need—just lookin’ is more than enough.”
“Ted,” says Trent, tipping his chin up a little, not quite kissing him but getting closer. “…Want you to.”
Ted breathes out for a moment, looking down at him with soft eyes, and Trent kisses him properly. After a moment, he slings his arms around Ted’s neck.
The kissing is warm and messy, and Ted presses down into him, kisses him harder, and Trent moans into it.
Finally, Ted pulls back just enough to say into his lips, “You’re so good to me, you know that, honey?”
Trent laughs breathlessly. “It’s mutual, love,” he says, and Ted kisses him softly.
When Ted finally presses the head of his dick to Trent’s cunt—sloppy and wet and sensitive as it is, Trent had insisted he was ready—he can admit he’s a little impatient.
He really would have been okay, just stroking himself looking at the pretty mess he made of Trent. But this—he could admit that this was a bit better.
Sinking into Trent’s cunt, feeling the sloppy heat squeeze weakly around him, feeling Trent tremble and slacken against him, all pleased and messy. Hearing his soft moan of pleasure, the way he so easily lets Ted in—
Ted can’t help but groan as he slides into him. The relief is part of it—but it’s also just more generally that god, it feels good; he’d been hard as a rock the whole time he’d had his face buried between Trent’s pretty legs. Hard not to be, with the sounds Trent made, the way he tasted, the way he shivered and squirmed happily under Ted’s hands.
Trent’s so wet around him. The evidence of how much he wants this, how turned on he is, how well Ted had already gotten him off, all of it, is right here, on Trent’s thighs, leaking around Ted’s dick. And that, that’s the hottest part—how much Trent loves it, even like this, warm and lax and already fucked-out.
When he’s all the way inside, balls pressed to the same slick, red folds his tongue had been pressed to less than fifteen minutes ago—he shudders a little, pulling Trent in tighter, arms tight around his waist. Trent’s mouth falls open and a few little noises spill out—he’s all hot and twitchy around Ted, clearly already getting worked up again. But he doesn’t move, just lets himself be mostly limp and relaxed in Ted’s arms, lets Ted manhandle him in place.
Ted gives him a moment to adjust—he’s twitching, he’s making these little breathy noises, soft and overwhelmed—and then he moves. First slowly, even though his hips are twitching with the effort, but Trent says, a little strained, “Come on, Ted, you can—you can move, please—”
So Ted—well, he ain’t incapable of mischief. He tightens his grip and slams into Trent hard on the next thrust, fucking a high, breathy little cry from him. And fuck, it feels good, the way Trent responds for him, how he clenches around every inch of Ted.
And Ted. He knows what Trent wants, and even if it feels a little selfish, he wants it, too. So Ted does it again and again, fucking into him nice and hard and deep, chasing his pleasure, pounding into his messy, wet cunt, and Trent just takes it all, a handsome wreck.
Little noises hiccup out of Trent’s throat as he’s fucked like a pretty doll, pussy filled up after feeling hot and sticky and empty. Ted leans down, lays Trent back so he can throw one of Trent’s legs over his shoulder and fuck into him deeper, fuck into the sweet, sloppy clutch of his pussy.
It’s really the perfect balance. Ted gets to spoil him—Trent’s just lying there, being pleasured again—and Ted gets to take what he wants, “use” Trent’s pussy like a toy in a way that gets them both worked up.
Trent comes again like that, being split open again and again around Ted’s cock—he insists he would have been happy not getting off again at all, because that was the point, being good for Ted, giving him something, but even untouched his cock is sensitive and Ted feels so good inside him that in the end, it was rather inevitable anyway.
Ted comes inside him, too, hard, practically folding him in half to lean down and kiss him as he does, messy and uncoordinated. Trent's ridiculously wet around him; Ted can feel his own cum, hot and slick in Trent's pussy. They kiss, breathing hard, sweaty and sticky and a bit gross, and as close as they can possibly be.