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Aventurine fails to see how his perfectly mundane afternoon changes into… this. He slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the gasps escaping his lips. Below him, Ash is sucking his dick like his life depends on it, the clumsy movements overpowered by the enthusiasm. Aventurine averts his gaze, refusing to look at his lover’s face—no doubt messy from drools and sweat and other stuff he would rather not think about right now. His experience is not too impressive, he thinks, only a handful and even less when he counts the people he had let put their mouths on his manhood.
His hand reflexively holds the back of Ash’s head when the younger man’s teeth accidentally scrape against the tip of his dick, leaving him shivering from the contact. Ash’s mouth is warm around his dick, the man’s tongue leaving kitten-like licks on the tip, coaxing more precum out of Aventurine. Aventurine thinks he can taste blood from how hard he is biting his lower lip in an attempt to hold back his voice.
This—honestly, kind of sad at times—attempt began when Ash corners him in his room. He had greeted Ash like usual, with small smiles and flattering words. It wasn’t until Ash had looked at him with barely contained curiosity that Aventurine had halted his words. His lover didn’t even bother hiding his gaze, and Aventurine had found himself strangely self-conscious when Ash’s eyes eventually trailed down right on his crotch. It took all of his strength to not instinctively cover his nether region with his hands, embarrassingly enough.
“Ash? What… what is it?” Maybe it was here that he messed up. Maybe he should have tried to be more stern with the other man. Yet when had he ever won against Ash? In front of his lover, he feels like all of his carefully built schemes and carefully chosen words mean nothing. He still doesn’t know how to feel about all this, honestly. He squashes down the wave of uncertainties rising in his heart, and tilts his head up instead to meet Ash’s gaze heads-on.
“Aventurine,” calls Ash. The IPC senior manager feels his shoulders tensing. Thankfully, his lover doesn’t pick up on his nervousness. “You know, I’ve been wondering what it feels like to have a dick.” Aventurine thinks he is dreaming. Certainly, yeah? There’s no way he just heard Ash, out of all people, saying that out of nowhere with a straight face full of… wonder. The word sits strangely on his tongue, but he holds back any sentences similar to, ‘have you finally gone crazy?’ for both of their sakes.
“And what exactly does that mean?” His voice comes out just above a whisper, in his embarrassment. “Oh, you know I don’t have one,” well, yes, Aventurine had been thoroughly informed by Ash when they started dating, “so I was curious about how it feels, hm, wait, no,” Aventurine has a feeling his afternoon is going to go off the rails even more, “I was curious about the dick itself, I guess…?”
Contrary to how it looks right now, Aventurine swears that he had refused, at first. The keyword being ‘at first’. He doesn’t remember the details now, too lost in the velvety sensation which is Ash’s mouth—he’s quite sure the younger man has never taken something inside him—enveloping his dick to care. He probably had said something like, you could just look it up on the internet, and was probably also replied to with something like a dissatisfied noise from Ash.
He distinctly remembers Ash pouting at him, before the taller man proceeds to smash their lips together. Quite hard, at that. The sloppy kiss that ensues after gets his mood going, so after he draws out another whine or two from Ash with the kiss, he finally gives in to his lover’s wish.
Aventurine wonders if he made the wrong decision. He groans, grip tightening on Ash’s hair when the younger man’s fingers curl around his dick. The movement is slow, almost teasing, and Aventurine has a sneaking suspicion that Ash is doing all this just to mess with him. The first stroke is careful, as if Ash is testing him. Aventurine doesn’t need to look down between his legs to know that his lover is currently staring straight to his face, most likely noting down his reactions.
The insistent press of Ash’s tongue against the tip draws out a moan out of him. Aventurine chooses to look out the window a few meters away instead, mentally counting the sparkling stars or planets a few million light years away. He can feel Ash’s hand holding the base of his dick—fingers brushing slightly against his balls sometimes—tightens as Ash’s lips close around his shaft.
The IPC senior manager throws his head back on the sofa, hitting it with a muffled thump when Ash carefully takes his dick until the tip bumps against the edge of his throat. Aventurine nearly shakes at the thought of shooting his semen down Ash’s throat, making the other man drink his cum until his belly is full of it. He thinks of ejaculating right on Ash’s tongue, not letting Ash swallow or spit it out until a few seconds has passed.
His breath quickens as his imagination runs wild. Ash seems to pick up on the change, as he speeds up, head bobbing a little faster. Aventurine is close, he feels the familiar warmth pooling in his gut. His hand—the one not holding Ash’s hair—rubs Ash’s lower jaw, no doubt straining from overuse. Aventurine sneaks a glance towards his lover, at last. Ash’s face is red, eyes unfocused yet also having an eager glint in them.
Lower still, and he finds Ash rubbing his thighs together. He has half a mind to tease back, but then Ash’s hand strokes his dick just right, with the tip of his tongue flicking on Aventurine’s urethra—where did he learn to do that?—and Aventurine loses it.
He comes straight into Ash’s throat, groaning noisily and drowning out the lewd squelching happening down below. Aventurine slumps on the sofa he sits on, tension leaving his shoulders as he lets go of his hold on Ash’s hair. Or that was what he had planned to do, if only Ash had not let go of his hold on Aventurine’s dick.
Ash lets Aventurine’s dick slide out of his warm mouth with a wet pop—that shouldn’t have made his manhood twitch in interest at the sound. Aventurine, in all honesty, had expected Ash to tuck his dick back into his pants, no matter if that would have made his heart squeeze painfully at the notion of Ash being that uninterested in Aventurine’s body after the other had ‘played’ with it. But now, he thinks that he would much rather Ash be done with him.
Instead of doing what Aventurine had expected, the careful hold Ash has around his dick doesn’t leave. Aventurine sighs, throwing an arm over his eyes as he glances down towards where Ash is kneeling. The blond gasps when he feels Ash’s grip tightens, before continuing to stroke his shaft. He bites his lower lip, not wanting to let out any other sounds other than the muffled gasps that inevitably passed his lips.
His mind feels floaty, disconnected from the way Ash is handling his dick, sensitive from the earlier climax. “A– Ash, th, that’s enough— gh!” Ash’s thumb teasing the tip leaves his sentence incomplete. Shivers go down his spine. A look downwards tells him that his dick is now half hard, despite the fact that he feels as if every breath he is taking is burning him alive.
“Wait a minute, please? I’m not done yet,” Ash responds, and Aventurine can only squeeze his eyes shut as he suppresses his cries. He doesn’t know what exactly is going through his lover’s mind at this time, but he is not in the right mind to think of a way to stop Ash—or maybe he hasn’t been in the right mind when he agreed to let Ash ‘explore’ his dick.
Ash’s movements become faster as Aventurine can feel precum dripping down the head of his cock again. Not even a second later, he feels Ash’s lips pressing against the tip. The IPC senior manager sits up suddenly, his hand immediately grabbing the back of Ash’s neck. But for whatever reason, Ash slips out of his grip and licks the tip. The motion makes Aventurine’s legs go weak, and he begrudgingly lets Ash go.
Aventurine would have sighed in pleasure if he didn’t just come a few seconds ago. Ash’s mouth swallows half of his length easily, this time without the teeth. The older man cries out in alarm when Ash slowly and carefully lowers his head until the tip of Aventurine’s dick pushes against the edge of his throat. Tears usually don’t come to him easily, as he is more than used to masking whatever emotions he feels. Yet, now, unironically, Aventurine finds it appropriate for his eyes to be wet with tears.
He feels too much. His moans are spilling out of his mouth without him meaning to, to the point that his own voice is becoming stranger in his ears. “‘ow doeth it feel—?” Ash’s question only makes him hiss. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Ash,” he scolds, although his lover—infuriatingly—only shrugs as a response. Aventurine really, really doesn’t know which part of his sentence pushes Ash to pull back his head, but he was about to thank the Aeons for the mercy when the younger man slid Aventurine’s cockhead into the edge of his throat again.
Aventurine thinks tears have started to fall from his eyes, for he felt wetness running down his face. The sensitivity has faded a little bit, and he found himself jerking his hips forward, as if to hurry Ash up. His lover, with the same enthusiasm as he had shown when they first started, slowly swallows the entirety of his cock. Aventurine’s legs tensed out of reflex, eyes rolling back as his cock hardened.
Ash’s nose is now pressed to Aventurine’s crotch. The IPC senior manager’s cock fills the younger man’s throat, no doubt. Aventurine pushes the back of Ash’s head until his lover is now pressed flushed onto him. “Ssh— shit…” he groans, feeling the spasms of Ash’s throat. In the middle of the pleasure frying his senses, Aventurine wonders if Ash is wet down there. He had an idea to tease the other with his foot, at least to the point that he could coax some moans out of Ash’s lips. He can imagine Ash grinding on his leg, slick running down those pale thighs as Aventurine fucks his throat.
Aventurine’s crotch is a mess of spilled semen and drool. The only sounds in the room are Aventurine’s moans with sucking noises coming from between his legs. The ache in his lower stomach is now gone, replaced with perpetual blooms of pleasure. He doesn’t know which one is worse. His lap suddenly feels so empty—and Aventurine decides to not think about that ever again for the rest of the day—and the blond makes a split-second decision to pull Ash off of his cock.
His lover makes a sound of protest, but even that was quickly smothered by Aventurine’s lips on his as Aventurine puts Ash on his lap. Aventurine grabs the younger man’s hand, enveloping it with his own before guiding it to wrap around his dick.
Aventurine shudders in pleasure at the contact. “Y, yeah… faster now, Ash…” he groans, leaning his head on Ash’s shoulder. Ash makes an inquiring sound, but soon enough falls into a rhythm as he jerks off Aventurine with the fingers that Aventurine has definitely not fantasized about before. He’s both too aware and not aware of his cock spilling precum everywhere, making a mess out of their hands and Ash’s pants.
His breathing quickens and his vision turns white for a moment as he comes all over his lap, moaning loudly that if his position were lower, he would be afraid that someone would come and check out the source. His semen is thinner than before, and he trembles, falling forward into Ash’s embrace as he tries to regain his bearing.
Ash, however, seems to have other things in mind. “I wonder how it would feel inside me…”
Aventurine thinks his lover is going to be the death of him.