“Wanna taste you,” Jack said, and Simon didn’t understand because they’d practically been consuming one another’s mouths for what felt like hours. “But I need you to come up here,” Jack said when Simon didn’t move. Jack rubbed at his hole and realization dawned. Simon dissolved into a blush of lust at the idea.
“Oh god,” he muttered, and Jack arranged him so he was on his hands and knees, facing away.
Jack’s rough hands were hot as he dragged Simon’s ass toward his face then spread him apart. Simon’s face burned—arousal, embarrassment, each driving the other higher. When Jack licked him Simon’s hips jerked at the slick curling heat. Then Jack began to feast on him.
“Oh my god!” Simon’s thighs shook and his hips thrust into the air.
“Mmmm,” Jack said, clearly enjoying the reaction.
Simon let his arms collapse and pressed his head to the mattress between Jack’s legs. He couldn’t concentrate on holding himself up and on the exquisite sensation of Jack’s hot, slick tongue teasing into him. The change in position tipped his ass up and Jack groaned, grasping his hips and sliding the tip of his tongue into Simon’s trembling hole.
Simon panted and babbled things he couldn’t keep track of. He was dissolving slowly, tendrils of hot pleasure crawling through him with every stroke of Jack’s tongue.
“Jack, Jack,” he realized he was saying.
“You wanna come like this, baby?”
Simon didn’t know. Simon didn’t know anything. He didn’t want to know anything. He wanted Jack to decide. He buried his face in Jack’s leg.
“Okay, I got you.”
Then Simon was consumed, taken apart. Mouth sucking, tongue thrusting inside him, fingers pinching his nipples, and finally, finally, a rough hand cupping his balls and then stroking the underside of his straining cock and he was gone, waves of pleasure rolling through him and exploding as he choked on his own cries.
He came so hard he saw black spots and when the deluge had passed, he found himself with his clenching ass resting on Jack’s stomach and his face pressed tight to Jack’s thigh. Jack was stroking his back.
“Ungh,” Simon tried. He found himself pulled up and suddenly he was face-to-face with Jack again. Jack’s eyes were dark with lust and his gaze consumed Simon.
“You are so outrageously hot,” Jack said.
“Ungh?” Simon tried again.
“Yup.”
Clearly his mouth wasn’t functioning to make words at the moment, so Simon used it to kiss Jack as deeply as he could, to communicate to him how gorgeously he’d made him come, and how he would do anything Jack wanted to make him feel as good.
Jack groaned into his mouth and pulled him to straddle his lap, then his fingers went right back to Simon’s ass. This time, they were slick. Jack slid one inside him and little tingles shot through Simon.
He panted, cock starting to go hard again.
“That okay?” Jack murmured, eyes fixed on Simon.
Simon nodded so fast he practically gave himself whiplash and Jack smiled.
“Fuck, I want to finger you until you lose it all over me.”
Simon gasped. Jack had no qualms about saying exactly what he wanted and seemingly no self-consciousness either. It hit Simon with a dark wave of lust. This was right. This was what he wanted. He wanted Jack to talk forever.
“I want to look at your gorgeous fucking face and just slide inside you.” He slid a second finger inside Simon and curled his fingers.
Something white-hot crackled through Simon and he jumped. Jack groaned helplessly.
“God, Simon.”
Simon blinked and braced his hands on Jack’s shoulders. Jack did it again, stroked inside him with unerring fingers that had Simon writhing. He pressed himself deeper onto Jack’s fingers, desperate to see what it felt like to be filled by him.
“More?”
Simon nodded and Jack pressed another finger inside him. For a moment it was uncomfortable, then his muscles relaxed and it was gorgeous. Before he knew what he was doing, Simon found himself moving on Jack’s fingers, rotating his hips and trying to feel him everywhere.
“You’re—God, fuck.” Jack looked at him in wonder, spouting pure filth about Simon’s ass and Simon’s cock and Simon fucking loved it. When Jack looked at him like that he felt a sense of power like nothing he’d ever experienced. “Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Jack said.
Simon felt the pleasure gathering in his balls, and he clenched around Jack’s fingers, chasing the perfect combination of friction, angle, fullness. Jack was looking at him like he was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen and Simon was drunk on all of it.
Jack curled his fingertips as Simon sank down and the orgasm ripped through him, deeper than any he’d ever felt. His cock exploded onto Jack’s stomach and Jack stirred the fingers inside him, drawing out his pleasure.
Simon collapsed on Jack’s chest. He felt lightheaded and drained and so good he thought he might cry. He pressed kisses to every bit of Jack he could reach and Jack slid his fingers out gently and tangled the other hand in his hair.