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Enjin was usually right where he wanted to be whenever Gris was near him.
Today was a particularly busy day taking care of persistent trash beasts. Most of the Cleaners and Supporters were out there handling business and it was long before anyone was able to take a break. Enjin wasn’t one to call it quits prematurely. Plus, he thought it was a good time for the younger Cleaners to train. Most of the time though, he had his eyes on Gris, just watching how the man could use his massive strength to help others. Now that was a nice distraction. Yeah, Enjin didn’t mind watching Gris go at it for a little while.
The moment Enjin got Gris alone was when all hell broke loose between them.
It didn't help that Enjin thought Gris was sexy when he drove the jeep. There was something about a strong man holding the wheel with one hand and having the other on his passenger princess’ thigh that made him irresistible.
Enjin was down incredibly bad.
It was just the two of them now in the jeep in the middle of nowhere after a long day of fighting. The others had errands to run and Enjin had something else on his mind. Gris said nothing when he was dragged away to the jeep so they could “keep shit on lock” as Enjin put it to the others.
So, once he was against the side of the jeep, kneeling in the dirt with a large hand in his hair, he knew he was exactly where he needed to be.
It took no time at all for Enjin to get Gris’ belt unfastened and his pants undone just to reveal the fat cock he had been thinking about all fucking day. He didn’t hesitate to take all of Gris in his mouth. He did it with enthusiasm and delight, immediately getting himself choked on the girth of it. And honestly, Enjin just smiled when he felt like he couldn't breathe. The salty taste on the man’s skin was bitter sweet. His musk was attractive. Enjin knew the scent well enough that his body reacted immediately, thighs spreading wider on the ground and his own cock twitching for stimulation. His mouth watered as he lapped up the taste of Gris’ skin and he eagerly went back for more.
He also always had to have something in his mouth. No wonder he couldn't kick his smoking habit. Hell, he could go for a cigarette right now but with his mouth occupied, it wouldn't do him any good. Gris had him pressed up against the side of the jeep, shielding him from the scenery of nothing while holding his head steady. They purposely came out to the middle of nowhere so they could truly be alone. No wandering eyes, no kids to sneak up on them. Just him and Gris free to do pure adult activities.
Enjin groaned when he felt the stretch of his cheeks. He had sucked Gris off multiple times before but for some reason it never got easier. It didn't help that he was so in love that he just wanted to swallow his cock whole, especially when Enjin could only open so wide in the first place. If he could unhinge his jaw, that would be another story. For now, he settled for choking and gagging on the cock he tried so hard to deep throat.
“Hey,” Gris heard the obscene noises coming from Enjin’s mouth, yet it seemed to turn him on more than anything. After all, his dick was throbbing excitedly just from hearing the sounds. “No need to hurt yourself, Enjin.” He said despite actually liking it. What was worse was wanting to pin Enjin's hands to the jeep and fuck his throat.
It was a good thing Enjin couldn't read minds. He'd take Gris’ fantasies and run with them.
His hands gripped tight on to Gris’ thighs, his fingers clawing at the thick fabric of his pants and using it to hold himself steady despite the hands in his hair. He had this need for air, like his life depended on it — and it did — but instead he pulled himself forward more until he could feel the tip of Gris’ cock in his throat again.
It was a rough sensation — something invading into him — and there wasn’t anywhere he could run. Not that he wanted to. However, his body still reacted instinctively, trying to swallow around the flesh that stretched the already thin space. Enjin stopped and waited with Gris’ cock deep in his mouth. His chest was burning and his saliva dripped to his chin, but he stayed right in place as he felt the weight of the cock become heavier on his tongue.
It was so painfully obvious that Gris liked it. Sure he pretended like he didn’t want to break Enjin, but fuck he thought he could reach deep down into his throat and it made him see stars.
The gloved hand in Enjin’s hair just gripped harder. Gris wanted to be kind, yet instead he was keeping Enjin's face at his pelvis as if he didn't tell himself a second ago to ease up.
“Fuck, Enjin,” Gris closed his eyes as he groaned from the pleasure.
A blow job had never felt so good.
For a brief second, the grip on Enjin's hair loosened and he was able to pull away. His hands pushed on Gris’ hips just as his mouth was freed. He gasped for air as if it had been hours since he let air fill his lungs. Drool spilled from his tongue. There were pearls of saliva from his lips to Gris’ wet skin. Enjin looked up, eyes full and flirty, and he smiled at Gris, pleased with himself for the mess he was making.
He fought the urge to wipe his spit from his chin. “Funny how you pretend to be nice when I know you wanna be deep down in my throat.” Enjin let his fingers wrap around Gris’ cock instead and he stroked slowly, drawing out more precum from the glistening slit. The head was swollen, plump and pink, just like Enjin’s lips were. One lick would be enough to have it oozing out more precum.
“There you go again saying nothing but nonsense.” Gris tried to pretend he was annoyed, but the only thing on his mind was actually being deep down in Enjin’s throat. Fuck, it was such a pretty thing to imagine. He knew it would feel so good.
“You like it.” Enjin teased as moved his wrist slowly, watching as Gris began to day dream about his mouth. “You wouldn't be this hard if you didn't.” He could feel the way Gris’ cock jerked in his hand, skin swollen with blood and glistening from Enjin's saliva.
He was especially feisty today, Enjin could barely keep his hands off him.
That happened when he liked someone. And he really liked Gris.
It got to the point that his attraction was keeping him up at night. Imagine his surprise when Gris wanted to return the same emotions. Now they couldn't get enough of each other. And Enjin would do anything to get on his knees for him while they had a moment of free time and privacy.
“I know you can handle it, but I don't want to mess up that pretty face of yours.” Gris was staring down at him with a fondness in his eyes. His own smile was gentle as he admired the mess of Enjin’s face — cheeks glowing, lips swollen and wet with spit, golden eyes so full that Gris thought the man may have actually been in love. “It's the only thing you have going for you.” With a smile he gave a light slap to Enjin's cheek.
“Yeah, sure,” Enjin scoffed before leaning forward to take Gris' cock in his mouth again.
He was enthusiastic just as before, mouth wide open and jaw relaxed so he could make all of it fit. What he wanted was to nuzzle his face into Gris' pelvis and swallow his cock whole. Maybe even fondle his balls a little bit, too, while he gagged all over him. However, another hand slid into his blond hair and held tight; both hands held his head steady, keeping him in place before he could get overzealous.
His jaw remained slack and he let Gris fuck his mouth.
The thrusts were slow and easy, but Gris was trying to reach far. The tip of his cock made it to the back of Enjin’s throat, the squeeze making his hips stutter slightly. He could only pull back a little before trying to feel the tight fit of Enjin's throat again. And it just made it much hotter that Enjin barely moved. There was a gag here and there, Enjin’s body would stiffen briefly, but almost immediately he would relax again to let Gris continue. The sounds were wonderful even if Enjin was doing it on purpose. He couldn’t help it. Gris’ cock would throb desperately in his mouth, he just had to make the noises more obscene because he knew Gris liked it. Plus, who didn’t enjoy a bit of a messy blowjob? Even if the sounds were obnoxious and nasty, it gave Enjin a rush to show himself off to Gris this way.
And as much as Gris knew how to control his emotions, he was falling apart so beautifully.
Gris was seconds away from losing himself from the sensation. Enjin's mouth was so warm and wet, he was thinking about just staying here forever. He fought back a moan because he didn't want Enjin to get too cocky, but it wasn’t long before he gave up and showed how much he loved it.
Enjin's mouth just felt too good.
So, Gris fucked his throat.
The wet gurgles and groans continued as Enjin drooled all over Gris’ skin. Every thrust threatened to go further and further into him but that didn't scare him.
He gagged once, a little more forceful than the last time.
Gris stopped, holding his position right where it made Enjin's throat close. His balls tightened with the need to release.
He looked down and he pulled on Enjin's hair gently. “Okay?” He asked.
Golden eyes met his. They were never timid or scared. Enjin dared Gris to go further because he wanted to feel it.
He let out a soft groan and his throat squeezed again, a very inviting swallow that engulfed the tip of Gris' sensitive cock. Gris hissed in air through his teeth as he tried to hold himself back. If he wasn't careful, he'd violate Enjin's mouth without any sense of regret. He knew that was what Enjin wanted but they both knew his strength and what he was capable of.
Enjin could sense the hesitation.
He lifted his own hand to swat Gris' out of his hair. The restriction was nice at first but Enjin really just wanted to suck him dry. The hands disappeared from his hair and he leaned forward to suck Gris off. His head bobbed back and forth, his lips rubbing on the slick skin as he let his tongue push up on the heavy flesh.
He moaned because he loved it. He loved the taste, the way it throbbed in his mouth, how big it was, how it made him gag when he went too deep. Enjin loved it all.
He gagged again, and as much as he wanted to keep himself so close to Gris that he'd be a part of him, he leaned away to free his mouth. A mess of saliva followed, and he lifted himself up more to spit on Gris' already slick skin. He could feel Gris' eyes on him watching him intensely as he continued his lewd behavior.
He had to admit that it was more fun to be obnoxious and nasty, and he could tell that Gris was excited to see it. His cock wouldn't jerk as hard as it did if he didn't like it. A grin spread to Enjin's lips as he looked up at Gris with a sly look.
“Hot, yeah?” The man was proud of himself for the mess he was making with his mouth. Hell, he could tell that he was getting Gris’ heart racing, too. The wild glint in his eyes became a burning flame.
“Yeah,” Gris agreed as he placed both hands on Enjin's face, lifting his head up higher as he met him for a kiss.
He had been waiting so long to feel Enjin's lips on his own. After watching how they wrapped around his cock, wet and swollen, letting his cock disappear into his mouth, Gris just had to kiss him.
He felt a tug on his jacket pulling him down further; Enjin was as eager to taste his mouth.
He was desperate, horny, and wanted nothing more than to feel something rubbing on his tongue. He yanked hard on Gris’ jacket as he opened his mouth wider, feeling Gris’ heavy breathing caress his skin and mix with his own. He was seconds away from lifting himself up and undressing himself so Gris could do whatever he wanted to him. He could be so obedient, maybe even shut up long enough for Gris to throw him into the back seat and fuck him till he couldn't breathe.
His mouth continued to water and Gris kissed those spit covered lips like it was his last.
Enjin really was right where he wanted to be: getting kissed by his boyfriend after getting his throat fucked.
His breath was taken away every time Gris got aggressive with him. Somehow those large gloved hands were still able to be gentle as they caressed Enjin's cheeks.
Pulling away was the hardest part.
Enjin didn't like the way the warmth disappeared. His lips ached for another kiss. The taste of Gris lingered on his tongue and he wanted more. His lips parted wider and he breathed in deep, his chest rising as his lungs filled with air — he might as well get his breaths in now before the assault on his throat continued. The hands on his face just tilted his head back further, exposing his neck, and making it so he was looking up at Gris with full eyes. He was so lovestruck that he just let it happen.
Another kiss would be great. He wanted it so bad that he just about whimpered for it.
Could he get any easier?
Could he get any hotter?
Enjin could feel his own erection straining in his pants just waiting for the moment to be released. If he wasn't trying so hard to get Gris' pants off, he would've shoved his hand in his own pants to jerk himself off.
Then he saw the saliva that Gris let fall out of his mouth and his eyes almost rolled back into his skull. It fell on to his tongue and Enjin felt this urge to swallow. An unexpected shiver went up his spine and his own cock jerked excitedly, a pool of warmth spreading to his lower abdomen and between his thighs. Suddenly he was seeing stars. Already, he was so close to cumming and he hadn't even touched himself yet, and it was all because Gris spit in his mouth after a sloppy kiss. Oh, his thighs were shaking. He almost pulled his tongue back in to show Gris that he could swallow whatever was given to him, but he felt a gloved thumb hook into the inside of his cheek. Gris had leaned away and guided his glistening cock on Enjin's drooling tongue, rubbing himself slowly to mix their saliva on his skin.
Enjin was so high on lust that he barely noticed that Gris was teasing his mouth.
Kneading his swollen upper lip, fondling the inside of his cheek, pressing into his tongue while inching further in his mouth.
He let out a muffled moan as his body sank against the side of the jeep, letting his shoulders slump forward and his hands rest on his lap. His golden eyes were glassy and beginning to fill with tears. It was absolute bliss that made his eyes water. Fuck, he was so in love that it was pathetic in the best way. He moaned again, the sound of a needy man who wanted nothing more than to be manhandled. Gris was guiding more of his cock into Enjin's mouth, feeding him as he did before, and Enjin kept himself as relaxed as he could to let Gris do it.
A gentle hand held under Enjin's chin as the other had a thumb rubbing the inside of his cheek. Enjin kept his tongue out and his lips spread apart so Gris could watch his cock slide on his tongue.
And once he was ready again, Gris started to fuck his mouth just like before. Enjin perked up then. Gris’ thrusts were going at a steady pace, easier than before, with just enough patience that Enjin had some time to really pull himself together. He moaned again, louder, letting the vibration of his voice thrum on Gris’ skin. He wanted more, could handle a lot more, and he wanted Gris to know he could take it.
Even if he couldn't, it didn't matter. Enjin didn't care either.
With the way Gris was grunting above him, he'd let the man use his throat for the rest of his life. He was so turned on. Gris was using his face, trying so hard to hold back from fucking his throat but was losing the battle. He got a taste of it before and he needed it again.
Enjin's lips were beginning to curve into a smile despite having something between them.
When Gris moved his hands to grab Enjin's hair, Enjin let his hands hold firm on Gris' thighs. He noticed a light tremble of the body standing in front of him but he couldn't focus on it. He was thinking about breathing, about getting the burning sensation in his chest to go away. Gris was reaching so far in his mouth, getting to the back of his throat with each thrust and getting a nasty sound to come out of it. More spit bubbled out of Enjin's mouth, spilling to his chin and neck. With the way he kept his mouth open, he couldn't stop the mess.
“Enjin, fuck-” Gris was tensing up as he got himself deeper into his mouth. “Fuck, you're so good.” He loved that Enjin could hold all of him and make it seem so effortless.
It took so much restraint to not bring Enjin's face into his pelvis to throat fuck him. He wanted to feel the squeeze of the man's throat around the tip of his cock so bad that his balls were aching for it. He wanted to feel every swallow and gag, every time that warm throat move to take in more of him. Would it be mean to think that Enjin’s mouth was made for him? He didn’t want to think of his boyfriend’s mouth as a hole he could fuck, but Enjin was not making that easy. The words might as well been screamed at the Supporter — “Just fucking use me!” Enjin always said he could.
Enjin's throat felt so amazing that now Gris was on the edge. The man was trembling. Twitching. Whimpering. Oh, Gris was falling apart, almost to the point that he was about to sink to his knees. Another tight squeeze, a full swallow before a soft gag that invited him further. And when Enjin hummed a low moan, Gris couldn't hold it anymore.
His hands fisted Enjin's hair and kept his head from moving. His cock jerked again as he began to spill his semen down Enjin's throat. His hips pulled back enough to leave a trail of white on Enjin's tongue. The warm breath was heavy on his sensitive skin. His thigh quivered from the hard breathing that caressed him, from the warmth under his length that didn’t let up.
Not once did the tongue pull away.
Gris gave him more, cum oozing from the slit and mixing with the mess of saliva. He cursed under his breath, hissed in air through his teeth, and rode out the end of his orgasm as the last spurt of cum filled Enjin's mouth.
Oh, that felt amazing. Gris’ chest burned the same way Enjin’s did. He was gasping for air as his heart sped away inside him, fluttering to the point that he thought it would explode. He saw the mess of cum and saliva on Enjin’s tongue, watched it drip and spill onto his chin and neck. His boyfriend couldn’t be any sexier. He kept the blond hair out of the man’s face so he could see all of him, admire the mess on his face, and the red glow of his wet cheeks.
Yeah, he loved Enjin — he definitely wasn’t saying that just because he got to ride his face.
He expected their sexy and rude fun to be at its end. After all, he abused Enjin’s throat, got him to cry just a little bit from not breathing, and came so hard that he thought he transcended for a second. They had to get back to HQ before someone got curious enough to call to find out where they were.
But those swollen lips wrapped around his cock.
Gris tensed up, eyes wide and muscles flexed as if he was preparing for something to happen. His bewildered expression didn’t go away as he watched Enjin lean forward again to continue sucking him off.
It had to have been greed. Enjin didn't care to breathe, did he? He just wanted to swallow all of Gris to his heart’s content.
Of course, he swallowed all of his cum and kept going.
With the way he was sucking him off, Gris thought Enjin was trying to get his soul out of there.
“Hey,” Gris tugged on his hair, and was met with a curious look in response. Enjin pretended to not know what was going on. But his lips suckled on the sensitive skin, his tongue taking its chance to relish the taste of Gris’ cum. Fuck, Gris thought he was getting out of control. “Easy, easy, Enjin,” he tried to ease the man to no avail. “Next thing I know we're letting something crazy happen.” There was a bit of worry in his voice.
There was a growing pressure that wasn’t there before. Gris hadn’t even thought about it, but now the warmth in his stomach was almost stinging him. He shouldn’t like the pain. He shouldn’t like the heat that began to take over his whole body. Was it the fear? He knew what could happen if Enjin didn’t let go, and he knew that Enjin was aware of it, too. He could see it in those golden eyes that tried to play innocent.
Enjin pulled back slowly to let the softening cock fall out of his mouth. He was still drooling and making a mess, and was actually proud of himself because of it.
His hand took hold of Gris' dick and stroked him at a steady pace as he leaned forward into Gris’ pelvis. His wet lips planted a kiss at the line of lower abdomen and he tasted the sweat on his skin. He peppered more kisses on the skin that was exposed, nuzzling into Gris and feeling thick blond pubic hair tickle around his nose and lips.
As he stroked firm and fast with his hand, he mumbled into Gris' skin, “Do it,” as if it was a challenge. “I got extra clothes in the back.”
“Are you insane?” Gris snapped at him, voice strained and panicked.
Enjin tilted his head back further. “For you? Hell yeah,” He gave a teasing smile before laying another kiss at the base of Gris’ cock.
“I can't believe I'm letting this happen.” Gris groaned but he couldn't stop himself. Enjin's hand just squeezed him tighter and all Gris could do was fuck into it. “Enjin-”
Before he could protest, Enjin took his cock in his mouth and sucked again. His lips rubbed the overstimulated skin harder, his tongue circled around the tip, and he could feel Gris’ trembling turn into shaking.
His golden hair was yanked on hard and he was pulled away abruptly, the half flaccid cock falling out of his mouth with a mess of saliva following.
Then, no second later, a stream of lightly yellow fluid splashed on Enjin's neck. He gasped deeply as he watched the half hard cock continued to release on him. He leaned back against the side of the jeep to rest a bit while Gris continued to relieve himself over him. A quiet whimper left the man's lips, a subtle strain of trying to stop himself but not being able to. Enjin brought his hands to Gris’ thighs, rubbing and coaxing the man further as he tried to soothe the unrest. The warm fluid began to soak Enjin’s uniform, leaving his skin hot and flushed while he grew more turned on from Gris pissing on him.
It was even sexier to see the expression of relief on Gris’ face as he was doing it.
Gris didn’t expect to feel as good as he did.
It wasn't as if he'd been holding it all day just for this moment. He never thought this would happen, that he would be standing over Enjin to piss on him after cumming down his throat just a moment ago. Another shiver went up his spine. He closed his eyes just as he saw his urine soak Enjin’s neck. Again he hissed in air through his teeth and screamed every curse he knew in his head.
If he opened his eyes and saw that Enjin had his mouth open, he’d lose it. What was more dangerous was that Enjin had the same thought. All he had to do was lean forward more to get a little taste, open his mouth wide just so he could get a gulp of him, drink him, feel the warmth slide down his throat—
“Holy fuck,” Enjin was shaking. His eyes fluttered as he let his weight fall against the jeep door. Another nasty thought and Enjin might actually pounce on him. Fuck, they already got so far, what’s a little more going to do?
The stream continued until it turned into a trickle.
Then a few drops. Then nothing.
Gris was done.
Enjin, on the other hand, was having his own moment of pure bliss. His imagination was running wild but his body felt paralyzed. He couldn’t move to act on his own fantasies, but he let his mind swarm with thoughts about touching himself and getting brutally fucked right then and there. He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling, shirt and jacket heavy from Gris' piss.
His hips bucked, desperately grinding against nothing, and he came.
“Oh, Gris,” Enjin moaned under his heavy breath before licking his bottom lip excitedly. “Fuck, I want you so bad right now.” The man was feral.
There was this hungry look in his eyes once he looked up at Gris again. Oh, he was so horny that it almost killed him.
What were the chances Enjin could persuade Gris to fuck him in the back seat? Or maybe right out here over the mess they just made together.
Hell, it didn't matter where they fucked.
He was always right where he wanted to be when Gris was around.