This is the way you should wake every morning, love.
[It doesn't even bother him that he's carried his language over into the morning. It feels right and curled up warm next to Jason's leg, Max lets all of his worries escape as the musk of last night fills in around him. The smell of their sex reminds him of how it felt to be wrapped up tight in Jason's body, his muscles clinging to Max as they told even the heavens how love was made.
This morning is no difference in its laziness. Max's tongue gently sweeps up and down the length of Jason's dick, swabbing it with saliva, coating the head in lazy open mouthed kisses before he covers the whole thing by taking it into the forward part of his mouth. Even there his tongue plays over the head as he sucks. It runs sideways through the little slit, always anxious for the taste of Jason. That salty bitterness that exclaims his awareness and attraction, his desire for what Max is doing to him.
Pulling off Max takes only a second to sip at some water before he's back, and this time he doesn't hesitate to open up his throat and show Jason all the skills he's learned. He pulls the whole of Jason's cock into his mouth, and then swallows and takes him back into this throat, working him down until Max's lips kiss Jason's body. He pulls back with his lips and tongue curled around the shaft, and navigates his way back down again.
Only once do his eyes ever leave Jason's face when he goes down, only that first swallow. Now that he's got his rhythm, he keeps his eyes on the man he cares about so intently, watching him, enjoying every single bit of his pleasure. He cups Jason's balls, and plays with them gently as he continues, slipping a finger back every now and then to brush along his taint, teasing his lover with as many little sensations as he can this early.]
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Date: 2023-03-12 11:59 pm (UTC)[It doesn't even bother him that he's carried his language over into the morning. It feels right and curled up warm next to Jason's leg, Max lets all of his worries escape as the musk of last night fills in around him. The smell of their sex reminds him of how it felt to be wrapped up tight in Jason's body, his muscles clinging to Max as they told even the heavens how love was made.
This morning is no difference in its laziness. Max's tongue gently sweeps up and down the length of Jason's dick, swabbing it with saliva, coating the head in lazy open mouthed kisses before he covers the whole thing by taking it into the forward part of his mouth. Even there his tongue plays over the head as he sucks. It runs sideways through the little slit, always anxious for the taste of Jason. That salty bitterness that exclaims his awareness and attraction, his desire for what Max is doing to him.
Pulling off Max takes only a second to sip at some water before he's back, and this time he doesn't hesitate to open up his throat and show Jason all the skills he's learned. He pulls the whole of Jason's cock into his mouth, and then swallows and takes him back into this throat, working him down until Max's lips kiss Jason's body. He pulls back with his lips and tongue curled around the shaft, and navigates his way back down again.
Only once do his eyes ever leave Jason's face when he goes down, only that first swallow. Now that he's got his rhythm, he keeps his eyes on the man he cares about so intently, watching him, enjoying every single bit of his pleasure. He cups Jason's balls, and plays with them gently as he continues, slipping a finger back every now and then to brush along his taint, teasing his lover with as many little sensations as he can this early.]