He was thick and long and everything Theo dreamed about in his loneliest moments. He was literally mouthwatering.
Theo swallowed the excess saliva, scrupulously keeping his mouth shut to avoid actually drooling over the sight. He swayed on his knees and leaned closer to watch Jun’s hand move away from his cock and rest against his thigh.
The coarse fabric of Jun’s trousers brushed Theo’s naked shoulders, and he shivered again, looking up into Jun’s face. One dark eyebrow lifted just enough to present a challenge, the fraction of a movement as good as a dare.
Theo could never resist a dare.
He threw himself face-first into Jun’s lap and rubbed his cheek against the burning length of him as he buried his nose in the bunched-up fabric surrounding his jutting cock. He smelled deeper here, that same leather and ozone scent with an insidious underlayment of pure unfiltered lust.
Theo wanted to rub it all over his body.
He settled for nuzzling against him with every inch of his face. Jun’s breath hitched as Theo’s lips caught and parted against the underside of his cock, quickened as Theo’s hair slid over the head.
Jun combed his fingers through Theo’s hair. He fitted his palm to the back of Theo’s skull, his hand heavy, perhaps with the effort of staying still and keeping himself in reserve.
Theo didn’t want still and reserved. Theo wanted to crack Jun open and expose the source of that electric spark filling the air around them.
Pressing back into the cradle of Jun’s hand, Theo extended his tongue just past his lower lip to rest the tip of Jun’s cock there like a satin pillow.
Jun was leaking already, bitter and sharp against his tongue, the taste of him intensifying the ache between Theo’s legs. He swirled his tongue as he reached down to cup himself, and Jun followed the movement with flared nostrils. His hand tightened and released in Theo’s hair.
Theo fitted one hand around the base of Jun’s cock, holding him in place as he opened his lips and sucked him down until he pressed against the back of Theo’s throat. They both made a sound at that, Jun’s low groan and Theo’s muffled whimper synchronizing effortlessly.
Jun’s other hand petted over Theo’s shoulder and down his arm. Theo shuddered beneath his touch, every inch of his skin suddenly starving for contact.
He eased back only to shove down farther, still unable to meet his fist around the base. He pulled off completely, letting the flared head pop past his lips, then licked his hand and slid it down Jun’s cock, squeezing the base in little pulses as he licked all around the head.
Theo took a deep breath and sucked him back down, found his limit, and pushed past it, opening his throat to take the hot length of him even farther. Jun made a glorious new sound as he slid down Theo’s throat, a harsh, deep grunt of surprise that Theo silently vowed to hear again at the earliest opportunity.
He found a rhythm, breathing in through his nose and out through little stifled moans of satisfaction, reveling in the sensation of being filled. Of finally being so full that his racing thoughts had nowhere to run.
It was bliss.
Jun’s fingers tightened in Theo’s hair, his hips lifting sharply until Theo choked, then retreating back. Jun’s hand fell away, and he held absolutely still, apart from his heaving chest, as apology dampened the heat in his eye.
Theo lifted Jun’s hand and tangled it in his hair once more. He leaned down to drop an openmouthed kiss on the underside of Jun’s cock as he peeked up at him through his lashes.
His voice was wrecked, whispering between them like shredded silk. “You can move. It’s okay, I like it.”
Jun fisted his hair, brought Theo’s mouth up, and pressed the blunt tip of his cock past Theo’s lips with a smooth roll of his hips.
Theo’s eyes rolled back with a shivery moan at the loss of control.
Jun built up a slow, steady rhythm, nudging past the barrier of Theo’s throat with a bitten-back curse, gripping his hair just tight enough on the right side of painful.
Theo had never experienced anything so perfect with anyone else. It was as if Jun had walked right out of his filthiest dreams.
By the awestruck look on Jun’s face, it was even remotely possible Theo had walked right out of his too.
Another strangled curse, and then Jun’s voice rumbled through Theo in time with his thrusts. “Touch yourself.”
Theo had never been happier to obey. His hand flew over his throbbing cock, his pleasure amplified by the thick slide of Jun down his throat, the tight clench of fingers in his hair.
Jun choked back a low moan as he watched Theo, squeezing with his knees to cradle Theo’s shoulders while his boots slid out to nudge against his folded legs.
The ridged soles pressed into the soft flesh of Theo’s thighs, just above the bend of his knees, forcing his legs to spread wider and wider until they burned with the stretch.
Jun left his boots there, not exerting pressure, but resting firmly against Theo’s thighs. It was the strangest sort of caress, hard and rough, yet still more personal and meaningful than the dozen carelessly gentle hands that had touched Theo there before.
Jun watched him with something deeper than lust lighting his eyes as his hips quickened their rhythm. “Good.”
Theo keened high in the back of his throat as he spilled on the floor between them, shaking around Jun’s cock.
No one had ever called Theo “good,” simply because he wasn’t. He was the bad twin, reckless and impulsive and irritating. Men had called him a “good time,” but that wasn’t what Jun had meant.
That wasn’t what the light in his eyes had meant.
Jun’s hips lost their rhythm, pushing harder and harder down Theo’s throat until he came with a growled sound that might have been shattered fragments of Theo’s name.
Theo swallowed every drop and
