Angelo blinked a few times, then said, “You try to stick anything up my arse and you won’t come for a week.”
A snort of laughter burst from Yuri. That was a condition he could live with, at least for now. “Can I suck your cock?”
“Fuck.” Angelo’s pupils expanded until only a thin line of gold and that ring of brown were all Yuri could see. Yeah. His Angel was into that idea. Good.
Yuri tugged on the button of Angelo’s jeans, freeing it, then he slowly pulled down the zipper of Angelo’s fly. “Fuck yes?” he asked.
Angelo’s breathing sped up and he opened his mouth but no words came out.
“Or no?” Yuri exposed Angelo’s cock, still covered by his underpants, but only just. He was huge, which Yuri had kind of guessed, and certainly predicted by sitting on Angelo’s lap, but it was nice to know he’d been right.
Way more than nice.
“Yes,” Angelo croaked. “God, Yuri, I—” His words cut out when Yuri pulled Angelo’s jeans down a bit more on his hips then freed his erection from the tent it had made in his underpants. Which were briefs, and bright fucking red, and hot as hell.
Yuri smoothed his hands over the small part of Angelo’s thighs that he’d exposed. “Just so you know,” he said, his breath ghosting over Angelo’s cock and making it twitch, “these briefs are gay as hell.”
“Fuck you,” Angelo snapped, but his voice was thin and strained.
“If I’m lucky,” Yuri replied. He pulled the sexy red briefs down just enough to expose Angelo’s cock then bent his head and licked the tip, something he’d wanted to do for far longer that he was comfortable thinking about. Angelo’s precum slid over his tongue and he wanted more. He wanted everything. Yuri was determined to make Angelo come hard and fast into his mouth. He wanted to show Angelo that there were compensations to all this. That Yuri could and would give him pleasure, and hopefully it would be enough to keep Angelo satisfied.
Angelo groaned and pushed forward into Yuri’s mouth. God, yes. He was just as perfect as Yuri had thought he would be. His cock was long, but also thick. It filled his mouth and throat completely. Yuri thought he might be fine having it there and stretching his mouth all day. Then Angelo thrust his hips, making his cock go deeper and causing Yuri to choke and gag.
Angelo pulled back. “Oh, god, I’m sorry, I’m so…fuck!”
Yuri didn’t mind a little choking. He relaxed his body and his throat and managed to get all of Angelo inside him. He hummed with contentment, more than pleased with what Angelo had been hiding in his trousers all this time.
If I just make it good enough, he thought, maybe I’ll get to do this again. And again. And again. And maybe, just maybe, I can make him want me, too.
Yuri pulled out all the stops. He dug his fingers into Angelo’s hips and sucked his cock like it was his job and he was bucking for a promotion. He figured he had to be doing acceptably because Angelo had been reduced to guttural moans and incoherent words. Yuri increased his pace and moved one of his hands to cup Angelo’s bollocks, which had pulled up tight and close to his body.
Come on, Yuri urged silently. You’re so close. I can taste how close you are. I need this, need you, need your cum, need—
Abruptly, Angelo leaned forward and put his hands on the back of Yuri’s head. He started fucking hard inside his mouth, clearly lost to everything but the sensation of shoving his cock down Yuri’s throat. It hurt, a little, but it was so good, too. Yuri hung on and let it happen to him. He wanted Angelo’s cum, but he also never wanted this to end.
Angelo let out his held breath in a bellow of release. As Angelo pulled out of his mouth, Yuri could taste his spend, then it was on his face and dripping down to his chest.
Yuri felt used, but in the best possible way. “God, yes,” he breathed, “Come on me. Cover me in it.”
With a groan, Angelo milked one last spurt from his cock. It dropped and fell onto Yuri’s chest then started to slide down his skin. Yuri couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good.
Please let me be able to do this again, he thought. Please let it have been good enough for a repeat.
Yuri thought he might be content with just this. Oral had always been his favorite type of sex. Getting himself off after blowing Angelo wouldn’t be difficult. He’d been hard this entire time and he now leaked precum all over. The floor was probably a mess, but he didn’t look down to see. Instead, he gazed up at Angelo.
“Angel?” he asked quietly.
Angelo looked like an angel who’d sinned and fallen to earth, his wings ripped forever from his back. He looked blissed the fuck out and yet also devastated and lost. “Yeah, baby?” he croaked.
That term, baby, shouldn’t have wrenched Yuri’s heart, but it did, and hard. It felt almost like a blow. “Are you all right?” Yuri hoped like hell he’d answer in the affirmative.
Angelo laughed, and it wasn’t like his normal laugh at all. This was hard, and almost manic sounding. “That was so fucking gay,” he said. “Like my underpants. Gay gay gay.”
Yuri sat back a little, worry edging its way past excitement and triumph. “It’s whatever you want it to be,” he said apologetically. “It doesn’t have to be anything. It doesn’t need a label. It just… is—or it can be—whatever you like.” He knew he sounded too eager, but Yuri couldn’t help it. “And whenever you want.”
“What I want…” Angelo tipped his head back. He still made no move to cover his nakedness. Soft, his cock was still gorgeous. Yuri wanted to lick it
