[Jonas is so responsive it's a little unreal, like he's been handed the perfect gift of a man, those words a thrilling spill of encouragement that go straight to his head and his own dick. He could spend an hour just like this with his nose buried between spread legs, losing himself in the heady scent of sex and those sweet sounds, the way Jonas writhes, every uncontrollable twitch and flex of muscle another evocative signal of pleasure.
What he isn't expecting is that next command. He wouldn't mind if Jonas came early — there's no failure in the rhythm of sex like this, in his opinion, and it'd be fucking hot to see him lose control. Maybe it'd get on his face; maybe it'd just coat Jonas's belly and chest and give Cain the opportunity to lick it all up. But then there's a hand in his hair pulling at the scalp, jarring a gasp out of him as he's redirected. The slap of a hard cock against his cheek is surprisingly vulgar, though it only serves to twist lust deep into the pit of his stomach as a response.
He doesn't hesitate to deliver his mouth, then, on that word. Open. The seal of red lips part as he sinks down over the head of Jonas's dick, mouth soft and yielding, aware there won't be much time to tease so he just goes all the way — swallowing the length down to the very root where his nose tickles into dark curls, no gag reflex to limit how deep he takes it in. The muffled vibration of a moan will be felt, less for Jonas's intentional benefit than just a way to express how good it is to have his throat filled like this. Hands seize Jonas's waist in expectation of a swift orgasm, thumbs digging into the curve of hips to hold. Cain's knees are braced on the bed for balance and leverage; even if Jonas thrashes, he should have the strength to keep lips wrapped around his cock.]
( What a fucking gasp. Cain's the hottest thing he's ever seen, especially when he's turned on; what stroke of luck that they found each other for company on this stupid rock. On the Theorem. He can't thank his stars when he's smearing his cock tip against a plush lower lip, though. They both have duties to perform here, and he is devoting himself to his with his whole dick.
Cain obeys him, which almost does it for him. Jonas feels the hot wave of pre-orgasm with a tense in his thighs as he's deepthroated. Experiences such complete pleasure that his fingers tighten painfully in Cain's hair, hips tilting up to bury himself further into a tight throat. )
That's, ah--Shit, Cain, I...
( Sucking a breath through his teeth in a wince as he comes, his thighs close on either side of Cain's head, leg shoving at the edge of the mattress of the cot. )
Fuck, I'm--
( Whether his friend wanted his come in his mouth or not, Jonas loses sense of how firmly he's holding Cain's head down. He bucks, twists, and shouts his bliss at the tent ceiling, uncaring about being heard by those outside. It doesn't fucking matter to him; they're extras right now, forgettable as he thrusts shallowly against Cain's face.
Only when the pulsing of his cock stops and he's collapsing back onto the cot does he release Cain. Not without stroking a hand back through his hair and down the length of his neck. He has to open his eyes at him through the haze, joyful tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Then he blinks, waking, and feels a jolt of worry.
Holy shit. Did he just do that? Sweating, pushing hair away from his flushed forehead, he reaches forward to touch his partner. )
[There's bliss found in being shoved down so far onto Jonas's dick he can't breathe — one last harsh inhale through his nose before those hands are holding him down, before naked thighs close around his head, denying any attempt to resurface. Not that he's going to do that. Of course he won't fucking do that.
Jonas is loud, but similarly there's no care for those who could overhear them. He's more intoxicated by how effortless it is to drive him to such a powerful orgasm so quickly, obsessed with that sensitivity, how reactive Jonas is underneath him — it's no task at all to tighten lips in a wet seal and clench his throat, narrowing the hot channel over Jonas's cock so it's all he can possibly feel in those last tense, shivering seconds.
He doesn't choke when the flood of come hits the back of his mouth, only swallows deeply, humming around the burden of a cock and squirming in closer where he's captured by legs. It's not like he's trying to show off, but he does know that he's good at this; he's had a lot of practice. And he loves it every time — even better for black eyes to flicker up to a flushed face, admiring Jonas in the deep throes of that pleasure, clearly affected.
When Jonas begins to soften on his tongue, he pulls off with a slick sound, wiping his mouth on the back of a wrist. His expression is dark and low-lidded, a very private look as he crawls back up Jonas's body on hands and knees.]
Ahh... that was so fucking hot. [Cain's voice is a little hoarse when he speaks. Hands are wandering again, touching freely. He squeezes Jonas's pecs, then down to hips and thighs.] Why wouldn't I be okay? I just made you come so hard you screamed.
( He's dazedly surprised to be greeted by such a devastatingly attractive crawl over him so soon after orgasming. After his cock slides out of a tight, hot throat and Cain celebrates his loss of control. Fuck angels, tactile clouds, and everlasting joy, this is about as close to heaven he'll ever get. )
Mmm... ( Hummed at Cain with his neck craned. His body throbs with good feeling, reacts still to wandering touches and squeezes. ) Hope so. Give 'em something to jack off to...
( His heart rate doesn't slow, but when he feels a tickle of cold air against his leg, it does leap in his chest. Jonas props himself up quickly enough that their faces are inches apart, speaking wide-eyed and confused at Cain. )
Oh, my God, dude, I forgot to zip the tent flap when I came in.
( Trying to see past his partner's arm, grasping upward to mess with black hair—just for the hell of it—a smile appears before being quickly hidden by the curve of a deeply tanned shoulder. Light as a feather right now and tickled pink, he begins to laugh as he kisses and licks up the side of Cain's neck.
Finally finding the bottle of liquor that keeps rolling around on the cot against them, it's given a swish upward. The party's begun, but only just. )
Don't mind us, just a couple of fucking idiots in here—literally. My whole ass is out, hahaha... Hey, hey... kiss me with a mouthful of this.
( this is what happens when dudebros get together..... )
[There's just laughter. Whole, effusive, spilling from reddened lips — a response to Jonas's display of pleasure and to the humor in his realization. Cain doesn't care that much; it's not like getting caught here has any real consequences. Maybe part of him even likes the idea of others knowing, because it means they won't try to approach Jonas themselves unless they want to deal with Cain.
Well, that's just the possessive part of his brain he can't just shut off. The marks he's already taken to leaving all over Jonas's neck and shoulders when they're together are proof enough.]
Haha... Don't worry, I'll make sure nobody sees your ass but me. [As if to make the point, he reaches down to squeeze it.] Okay, c'mere, just don't spill it everywhere.
[Dudebros sharing hard liquor in hot and heavy makeouts... yes, he's having a great time with that, leaning obediently to seal his mouth over Jonas's wet lips and licking inside, tasting that burn of vodka. They roll a little on the cot; there's not enough room for real roughhousing, but he has fun with it anyway, snatching the bottle to return the favor where Jonas half-sprawls on top of him now. Cain swallows a mouthful only to share it in another messy kiss, trickles escaping at the tight corners of lips.]
Mmmhh, ( he hums playfully into their first wet kiss, only momentarily wincing when his ass is grabbed, and liquor burns his mouth. God, he's still so achingly turned on; they have to keep this momentum going. Get drunk, fuck around, wile away the hours on this planet of dirt and glass.
Groaning for Cain authentically, just a bit louder than is strictly necessary, Jonas spreads his hands over a broad, heaving chest. )
Wow, I learned something new tonight. Like every night.
You—
( Another kiss, another mouthful of vodka swapped. )
—like—
( Over Cain now, straddling his hips where a hard cock waits for its turn to play, Jonas doesn't waste time. Smearing his lips down the path the liquid takes down the side of Cain's neck, he rolls his hips down with a low, oversensitive gasp, leaving the bottle to the man whose pants he's now prying open. )
—being ordered around. You want me to blow you? Ask me nicely...
[If it weren't for the gauzy warmth of their entangled bodies, or the first intoxicating swallows of vodka shared by their mouths — maybe Jonas's suggestion would embarrass him. At least in a way that could interrupt their plans tonight; as it is, even though Cain's face is a little hot with color (disguised well by tanned skin), he doesn't seem that bothered. Arousal's taken too strong a root in him, gazing through dark lashes in admiration for Jonas's naked body above him. Yes, he likes it when Jonas gets bossy. Who wouldn't?
There's a hitch of breath, friction from Jonas's bare hips against his own, still clothed. His hand holds the neck of the bottle, tipping it against his lips as he tries to ignore how fucking hard he is, and how quickly Jonas is going to discover that when he gets his pants open.]
I'm not gonna beg. [A raspy whisper, less protest in it than if he was thinking clear-headed for once. Just enough to still be himself.] But...
Will you suck my cock with your pretty little mouth, J?
[His other hand is free to stroke into Jonas's fluffy hair, sweeping it back with his fingers, cupping the base of his head gently as he makes full and intentional eye contact.]
I'd never ask you to beg, babe; I like you too much. I'll give you whatever you want for free.
( In his ho era, Jonas says all the things he's always wanted to say to future sexual partners. Maybe he'll get even raunchier with it; he has nothing to lose, and Cain won't make fun of him for dropping a cringey line or two when he's out here doing the same thing.
He will suck Cain's cock with his pretty little mouth. With that decided, he enjoys the eye contact, presses into the hand in his hair, and slides his palm down the front of Cain's pants.
Big. Stiff. About to be well-appreciated. This is an area Jonas has some experience in, at least, even if most of it came from quick sessions in bathrooms, at house parties, and once behind his school instead of attending geology. Cain's way hotter than any of those boys. Way thicker in both muscle and—
Tucking his fingers in, breath unsteady as he gives a waiting cock a squeeze, he withdraws it only for his mouth to go dry. Damn, he missed this. )
Don't, uh... Don't, like, thrust up. Cool?
( The alcohol's going to his head, feeling it enter his bloodstream. First sign? His arms feel leaden as he works his hand into a few initial strokes. Full lips part for a relieved little sigh across Cain's hard stomach, getting a foot on the floor of the tent to lower himself down. )
'Cause I'm gonna choke on you, for real. It's a compliment, really, just... relax. Enjoy.
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What he isn't expecting is that next command. He wouldn't mind if Jonas came early — there's no failure in the rhythm of sex like this, in his opinion, and it'd be fucking hot to see him lose control. Maybe it'd get on his face; maybe it'd just coat Jonas's belly and chest and give Cain the opportunity to lick it all up. But then there's a hand in his hair pulling at the scalp, jarring a gasp out of him as he's redirected. The slap of a hard cock against his cheek is surprisingly vulgar, though it only serves to twist lust deep into the pit of his stomach as a response.
He doesn't hesitate to deliver his mouth, then, on that word. Open. The seal of red lips part as he sinks down over the head of Jonas's dick, mouth soft and yielding, aware there won't be much time to tease so he just goes all the way — swallowing the length down to the very root where his nose tickles into dark curls, no gag reflex to limit how deep he takes it in. The muffled vibration of a moan will be felt, less for Jonas's intentional benefit than just a way to express how good it is to have his throat filled like this. Hands seize Jonas's waist in expectation of a swift orgasm, thumbs digging into the curve of hips to hold. Cain's knees are braced on the bed for balance and leverage; even if Jonas thrashes, he should have the strength to keep lips wrapped around his cock.]
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Cain obeys him, which almost does it for him. Jonas feels the hot wave of pre-orgasm with a tense in his thighs as he's deepthroated. Experiences such complete pleasure that his fingers tighten painfully in Cain's hair, hips tilting up to bury himself further into a tight throat. )
That's, ah--Shit, Cain, I...
( Sucking a breath through his teeth in a wince as he comes, his thighs close on either side of Cain's head, leg shoving at the edge of the mattress of the cot. )
Fuck, I'm--
( Whether his friend wanted his come in his mouth or not, Jonas loses sense of how firmly he's holding Cain's head down. He bucks, twists, and shouts his bliss at the tent ceiling, uncaring about being heard by those outside. It doesn't fucking matter to him; they're extras right now, forgettable as he thrusts shallowly against Cain's face.
Only when the pulsing of his cock stops and he's collapsing back onto the cot does he release Cain. Not without stroking a hand back through his hair and down the length of his neck. He has to open his eyes at him through the haze, joyful tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Then he blinks, waking, and feels a jolt of worry.
Holy shit. Did he just do that? Sweating, pushing hair away from his flushed forehead, he reaches forward to touch his partner. )
Jesus, Cain, sorry, I--Are you okay?
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Jonas is loud, but similarly there's no care for those who could overhear them. He's more intoxicated by how effortless it is to drive him to such a powerful orgasm so quickly, obsessed with that sensitivity, how reactive Jonas is underneath him — it's no task at all to tighten lips in a wet seal and clench his throat, narrowing the hot channel over Jonas's cock so it's all he can possibly feel in those last tense, shivering seconds.
He doesn't choke when the flood of come hits the back of his mouth, only swallows deeply, humming around the burden of a cock and squirming in closer where he's captured by legs. It's not like he's trying to show off, but he does know that he's good at this; he's had a lot of practice. And he loves it every time — even better for black eyes to flicker up to a flushed face, admiring Jonas in the deep throes of that pleasure, clearly affected.
When Jonas begins to soften on his tongue, he pulls off with a slick sound, wiping his mouth on the back of a wrist. His expression is dark and low-lidded, a very private look as he crawls back up Jonas's body on hands and knees.]
Ahh... that was so fucking hot. [Cain's voice is a little hoarse when he speaks. Hands are wandering again, touching freely. He squeezes Jonas's pecs, then down to hips and thighs.] Why wouldn't I be okay? I just made you come so hard you screamed.
You think someone heard?
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Mmm... ( Hummed at Cain with his neck craned. His body throbs with good feeling, reacts still to wandering touches and squeezes. ) Hope so. Give 'em something to jack off to...
( His heart rate doesn't slow, but when he feels a tickle of cold air against his leg, it does leap in his chest. Jonas props himself up quickly enough that their faces are inches apart, speaking wide-eyed and confused at Cain. )
Oh, my God, dude, I forgot to zip the tent flap when I came in.
( Trying to see past his partner's arm, grasping upward to mess with black hair—just for the hell of it—a smile appears before being quickly hidden by the curve of a deeply tanned shoulder. Light as a feather right now and tickled pink, he begins to laugh as he kisses and licks up the side of Cain's neck.
Finally finding the bottle of liquor that keeps rolling around on the cot against them, it's given a swish upward. The party's begun, but only just. )
Don't mind us, just a couple of fucking idiots in here—literally. My whole ass is out, hahaha... Hey, hey... kiss me with a mouthful of this.
( this is what happens when dudebros get together..... )
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Well, that's just the possessive part of his brain he can't just shut off. The marks he's already taken to leaving all over Jonas's neck and shoulders when they're together are proof enough.]
Haha... Don't worry, I'll make sure nobody sees your ass but me. [As if to make the point, he reaches down to squeeze it.] Okay, c'mere, just don't spill it everywhere.
[Dudebros sharing hard liquor in hot and heavy makeouts... yes, he's having a great time with that, leaning obediently to seal his mouth over Jonas's wet lips and licking inside, tasting that burn of vodka. They roll a little on the cot; there's not enough room for real roughhousing, but he has fun with it anyway, snatching the bottle to return the favor where Jonas half-sprawls on top of him now. Cain swallows a mouthful only to share it in another messy kiss, trickles escaping at the tight corners of lips.]
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Groaning for Cain authentically, just a bit louder than is strictly necessary, Jonas spreads his hands over a broad, heaving chest. )
Wow, I learned something new tonight. Like every night.
You—
( Another kiss, another mouthful of vodka swapped. )
—like—
( Over Cain now, straddling his hips where a hard cock waits for its turn to play, Jonas doesn't waste time. Smearing his lips down the path the liquid takes down the side of Cain's neck, he rolls his hips down with a low, oversensitive gasp, leaving the bottle to the man whose pants he's now prying open. )
—being ordered around. You want me to blow you? Ask me nicely...
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There's a hitch of breath, friction from Jonas's bare hips against his own, still clothed. His hand holds the neck of the bottle, tipping it against his lips as he tries to ignore how fucking hard he is, and how quickly Jonas is going to discover that when he gets his pants open.]
I'm not gonna beg. [A raspy whisper, less protest in it than if he was thinking clear-headed for once. Just enough to still be himself.] But...
Will you suck my cock with your pretty little mouth, J?
[His other hand is free to stroke into Jonas's fluffy hair, sweeping it back with his fingers, cupping the base of his head gently as he makes full and intentional eye contact.]
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( In his ho era, Jonas says all the things he's always wanted to say to future sexual partners. Maybe he'll get even raunchier with it; he has nothing to lose, and Cain won't make fun of him for dropping a cringey line or two when he's out here doing the same thing.
He will suck Cain's cock with his pretty little mouth. With that decided, he enjoys the eye contact, presses into the hand in his hair, and slides his palm down the front of Cain's pants.
Big. Stiff. About to be well-appreciated. This is an area Jonas has some experience in, at least, even if most of it came from quick sessions in bathrooms, at house parties, and once behind his school instead of attending geology. Cain's way hotter than any of those boys. Way thicker in both muscle and—
Tucking his fingers in, breath unsteady as he gives a waiting cock a squeeze, he withdraws it only for his mouth to go dry. Damn, he missed this. )
Don't, uh... Don't, like, thrust up. Cool?
( The alcohol's going to his head, feeling it enter his bloodstream. First sign? His arms feel leaden as he works his hand into a few initial strokes. Full lips part for a relieved little sigh across Cain's hard stomach, getting a foot on the floor of the tent to lower himself down. )
'Cause I'm gonna choke on you, for real. It's a compliment, really, just... relax. Enjoy.