[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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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.