[ They have a long way to go, but that eagerness ramping up as dicks and sloppy lips come into play can't be ignored. Blake — an orphan, yes, but still an only child — feels his greediness and want surging. His lips curl into a smirk, satisfied as a cat knowing this is the affect he has. ]
Don't go weak in the knees yet; you've got a lotta work ahead of you. My mouth ain't gonna fuck itself.
[ But if needs must, Blake will blow Dean as intended. He smirks before tenderly kissing the tip of Dean's dick, almost sweet in application compared to Blake's filthy spill of words. In awaiting Dean's reaction, he spares a hand for the balls, cupping capriciously as he rolls them gently in a way he knows he likes himself. ]
[ A strangled little laugh bubbles out of him and his hand drops, smoothing over Blake's head, running his fingers through short hair. ]
Trust me, not a teenage boy. I got this.
[ Sure would be embarrassing if he did pop off too early.
He breathes out a little sigh, head tipping back at the hand on his balls, cock twitching. The heat feels good, the touch on what's arguably the most vulnerable part of him sending a spike of want right down his spine, warmth flooding through his body. He can't repress the shiver, or the gentle tightening of his fingers in Blake's hair. ]
[ Who that suggestion's for will remain less-than-obvious, but feeling so fucking pleased at Dean's wanton grip, he barely reserves a sharklike smile before diving in. He swallows in anticipation, head dipping while he takes the other man's cock into his mouth. Blake's teasing to start, tonguing the head, but finds his desperation is probably rivaling Dean's when it comes to the interest in pressing forward to the good stuff.
Resettling his knees, he's slops spit all over that cock and then slowly introduces the promise of his open throat one deepening stroke at a time until he's practically gagging. ]
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Don't go weak in the knees yet; you've got a lotta work ahead of you. My mouth ain't gonna fuck itself.
[ But if needs must, Blake will blow Dean as intended. He smirks before tenderly kissing the tip of Dean's dick, almost sweet in application compared to Blake's filthy spill of words. In awaiting Dean's reaction, he spares a hand for the balls, cupping capriciously as he rolls them gently in a way he knows he likes himself. ]
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Trust me, not a teenage boy. I got this.
[ Sure would be embarrassing if he did pop off too early.
He breathes out a little sigh, head tipping back at the hand on his balls, cock twitching. The heat feels good, the touch on what's arguably the most vulnerable part of him sending a spike of want right down his spine, warmth flooding through his body. He can't repress the shiver, or the gentle tightening of his fingers in Blake's hair. ]
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[ Who that suggestion's for will remain less-than-obvious, but feeling so fucking pleased at Dean's wanton grip, he barely reserves a sharklike smile before diving in. He swallows in anticipation, head dipping while he takes the other man's cock into his mouth. Blake's teasing to start, tonguing the head, but finds his desperation is probably rivaling Dean's when it comes to the interest in pressing forward to the good stuff.
Resettling his knees, he's slops spit all over that cock and then slowly introduces the promise of his open throat one deepening stroke at a time until he's practically gagging. ]