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What is it about October that makes we want to write about these three? Or in this case, these two. Remember, internet is for porn so this section is a big ol' NC-17.
Isaac could tell the exact moment when Luke gave in. Luke exhaled once, a huge sigh that seemed to drive most of the air from his lungs, and his whole body just relaxed. Finally. He kept scratching Luke’s scalp, his fingers carding through hair that was still faintly damp.
Luke was making a little noise in the back of his throat: not quite a growl and not quite a purr. Crooning. That’s what Zavier had called it. His cousin would be mortified if he realized what he was doing. Isaac was doing his best not to draw attention to it or the fact that Luke was rubbing his cheek against Isaac’s thigh. The trick was not to tense up, to not even really acknowledge that Luke’s actions were strange in any way.
It was really hard though when Luke’s tongue darted out to steal another lick across his stomach. Shivers raced down his spine. “That tickles,” Isaac said finally. Luke hummed and did it again.
“Seriously Luke, it tickles.” Isaac gripped Luke’s hair and tried to tug him away. The hand that had been resting in the small of his back tightened, nails scratching again skin. Luke let out a low growl and pressed his nose against Isaac’s belly button
That didn’t work.
He gasped as Luke’s tongue pressed into his belly button. It was warm and wet. Isaac squirmed. “Stop it.”
This time Luke did what Isaac said. He left off of tormenting Isaac’s belly button and nosed lower, pushing the sweat pants Isaac had worn to bed down and baring skin. Isaac sucked in a breath. Luke inhaled deeply, scenting him like he did in the morning when he thought Isaac was asleep.
This time when Luke used his tongue, it didn’t tickle. The muscles in his stomach clenched as Luke’s tongue traced a line of wet heat just below his navel. Isaac’s hips rolled upward. Luke looked up at him with half-lidded blue eyes, and did it again.
Tease. Isaac bit back the word. Luke shifted then, bringing his knees up under him on the couch. A quick nip on the inside of Isaac’s arm reminded him that he still had a hold of Luke’s hair. He quickly let go. That earned him a swipe of tongue to sooth the bite as a reward.
The towel around Luke’s waist had managed to unknot itself and was left lying on the couch. That alone would have clued Isaac in that something was wrong even if he didn’t already know what was going on. Luke would never be so comfortable with his own nudity, especially in the living room. And Luke most definitely would not kneel naked on the floor in front of him at any other time.
His cousin was beautiful: all lean muscles and sharp planes. A runner’s build Isaac had heard it called. Luke’s skin was pale. Paler than Isaac’s even though Luke spent more time outdoors that Isaac did. His hair was just as dark though. It drew Isaac’s attention downwards, to the already hard length between Luke’s legs.
Maybe he would do this again. If I asked… That was something Isaac was going to have to remember for later.
Luke put one hand on Isaac’s knee. Then he rubbed his cheek against the other. Oh. He wants me to open my legs. The implications of such a move hit Isaac all at once. His cock twitched, hardening at the very idea. Isaac swallowed and opened his legs.
Immediately, Luke pushed between them using his shoulders to keep them spread open. He buried his nose against Isaac’s skin, pushing is sweatpants down lower. Then Luke rubbed his cheek against Isaac’s hardness, making a deep throated sound of satisfaction.
Isaac let his head fall back against the couch cushions. He wanted to keep looking, wanted to watch what he knew was going to happen: Luke sliding his tongue against his cock and taking him into his mouth. But it just seemed too difficult to keep from coming at the thought and keep his head up. Luke took a hold of the fabric of Isaac’s sweat pants and tugged.
“Okay,” Isaac whispered. He lifted his hips up and then had to bite his lip to keep from making a noise. Just the idea of what was about to happen… He’s going to give me a blow job. On his knees.… was enough to make Isaac rock hard. The feel of fabric rubbing against too sensitive skin as Luke pulled his sweat pants off was almost more than he could bear.
As soon as his sweat pants were out of the way, Luke pushed forward again. He kept trying to force Isaac’s legs farther open. Which was kind of impossible when his sweat pants were around his ankles.
“Come on, Luke. Let me at least…” Isaac said. His words died with a hiss as Luke scraped his teeth against Isaac’s thigh. He did it again. Isaac’s hips rolled upwards of their own accord.
The fabric of the couch was rough against the back of his thighs as Isaac kicked his legs to get his sweat pants off. Luke was not helping in the least. He refused to move from between Isaac’s legs, was in fact leaving little nips up the inside of Isaac’s leg. Then Luke would trace he marks he left with his tongue.
Not helping at all.
By the time Isaac managed to get his sweat pants off – a feat of acrobatics that Isaac wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to replicate – Luke had tired of leaving bite marks on his thighs and graduated to nuzzling his balls. Isaac spread his legs open. Luke responded by running his tongue up the underside of Isaac’s cock: slow and wet.
His first instinct was to grab the back of Luke’s head once more, to guide his mouth to where Isaac really wanted it. That just made Luke pin his hands to the couch and growl low in his throat. Luke lunged upwards, nipping at Isaac’s stomach until Isaac looked at him. The pupils in Luke’s eyes were dilated, leaving only a narrow ring of blue. Isaac couldn’t seem to look away.
“I get it,” Issac said. His voice sounded rough even to his own ears. “You’re in control.” The growl Luke was making changed in pitch, becoming almost a purr. I wonder how much he understands.
It was the last coherent thought he had for awhile. Luke held Isaac’s gaze as he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over the head of Isaac’s cock. Then he dropped his eyes to what he was doing. Isaac’s breath hitched in his throat as he both watched and felt Luke’s lips wrap around him and slide down.
Luke’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue tracing patterns against skin. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked Isaac off. Isaac’s cock emerged from Luke’s mouth slick and shiny. His hands were still pinned to the couch, and all Isaac could do in response was rock his hips upwards.
The sounds Luke was making as he moved up and down were truly obscene. They were wet, greedy sounds as Luke sucked, hollowing out his cheeks in an effort to draw Isaac in as much as possible. Then he would open his jaw slightly and go down as far as he could. Isaac was sure Luke would choke. Somehow he always managed to stop himself just short of doing so.
Each time Luke went down, Isaac’s hips came up. He couldn’t help it. And each time Luke managed to take more and more of him in his mouth. Every two or three times he went down, Luke would hold himself as far as he could go, throat working around Isaac. Isaac could feel the muscles in his stomach and his balls tightening.
“Luke...” He was panting for breath. Isaac felt too warm and sweaty. It took everything he had to not come, not to give into the pressure building in his cock. It was a fight he was rapidly losing. “I’m going... Luke I can’t hold...”
In response, Luke made a deep purring noise in the back of his throat. It vibrated through Isaac’s cock. The idea that Luke, who was absolutely fastidious and fussy about getting down and dirty, wanted him to come in his mouth, to drink him down was too much for Isaac.
He came. The muscles in his stomach clenched as his orgasm hit him in a rush. Luke’s hands were still keeping him pinned to the couch, and Isaac struggled against their grip, enjoying the feel of being trapped. His thighs trembled. Luke kept sucking, making little pleased noises.
The burst of pleasure began to fade leaving Isaac over sensitive to the touch. That had definitely been longer than anything Isaac had managed to achieve using his hands alone. Luke pulled back, his lips swollen and shiny. His breathing was harsh and his hand shook slightly as pulled them away Isaac’s wrists.
Before Isaac could say anything, or even do anything, Luke was surging upwards. He put his knees to either side of Isaac’s thighs. Straddling his lap. Isaac tried to ask what Luke was doing, but before he got the words out, Luke was kissing him.
Isaac could taste himself in Luke’s mouth, a faint aftertaste of salt and sweet. He chased the taste with his tongue. In response, Luke’s tongue tangled with his own. Luke’s arm was moving and it took Isaac a few seconds to realize Luke was touching himself.
When Isaac pulled away from the kiss, Luke tucked his face against the side of Isaac’s neck. Isaac couldn’t see anything. But he could feel. He reached down with his hand, skimming over the planes of Luke’s stomach his fingers, before letting them come to rest on Luke’s cock. His touch was tentative because he didn’t know how Luke would react.
Luke shuddered over him. He was still making noises in the back of his throat, although they had turned softer, almost pleading. Isaac circled his fingers around Luke’s cock, slightly slick from his precome. His thumb traced just under the head.
The sound Luke made was sharp and growly. Isaac felt a rush of warm, sticky liquid squirting again and again over this wrist and stomach. Luke had just come all over him. Then he felt Luke’s finger it into Isaac’s skin. Marking him with his scent.
“Okay, you do not ever get to say anything about me being messy every again,” Isaac said. His words lacked bite though. Luke didn’t seem care that they were going to be sticky and uncomfortable in a few minutes. He was warm and his weight pressed Isaac into the couch.
“You’re not heavy,” Isaac said in reply. Despite his words, he began to squirm. Luke seemed willing to follow his lead and they wound up lying side by side on the couch, with Luke’s head tucked up under Isaac’s chin. Isaac was pressed against the back of the sofa. He grabbed the blanket thrown over the back of the sofa and pulled it over them both.
“I really need a shower now.” As if sensing that Isaac’s intent, Luke tightened his arms around Isaac’s waist. He growled. Isaac sighed into Luke’s hair. “Everything is fine. I’m here.”
It was the last thing he said before they both drifted to sleep.
HOW DID I MANAGE TO WRITE 5 PARTS OF THIS AND STILL NOT HAVE A TITLE FOR IT? Guh.
What is it about October that makes we want to write about these three? Or in this case, these two. Remember, internet is for porn so this section is a big ol' NC-17.
Isaac could tell the exact moment when Luke gave in. Luke exhaled once, a huge sigh that seemed to drive most of the air from his lungs, and his whole body just relaxed. Finally. He kept scratching Luke’s scalp, his fingers carding through hair that was still faintly damp.
Luke was making a little noise in the back of his throat: not quite a growl and not quite a purr. Crooning. That’s what Zavier had called it. His cousin would be mortified if he realized what he was doing. Isaac was doing his best not to draw attention to it or the fact that Luke was rubbing his cheek against Isaac’s thigh. The trick was not to tense up, to not even really acknowledge that Luke’s actions were strange in any way.
It was really hard though when Luke’s tongue darted out to steal another lick across his stomach. Shivers raced down his spine. “That tickles,” Isaac said finally. Luke hummed and did it again.
“Seriously Luke, it tickles.” Isaac gripped Luke’s hair and tried to tug him away. The hand that had been resting in the small of his back tightened, nails scratching again skin. Luke let out a low growl and pressed his nose against Isaac’s belly button
That didn’t work.
He gasped as Luke’s tongue pressed into his belly button. It was warm and wet. Isaac squirmed. “Stop it.”
This time Luke did what Isaac said. He left off of tormenting Isaac’s belly button and nosed lower, pushing the sweat pants Isaac had worn to bed down and baring skin. Isaac sucked in a breath. Luke inhaled deeply, scenting him like he did in the morning when he thought Isaac was asleep.
This time when Luke used his tongue, it didn’t tickle. The muscles in his stomach clenched as Luke’s tongue traced a line of wet heat just below his navel. Isaac’s hips rolled upward. Luke looked up at him with half-lidded blue eyes, and did it again.
Tease. Isaac bit back the word. Luke shifted then, bringing his knees up under him on the couch. A quick nip on the inside of Isaac’s arm reminded him that he still had a hold of Luke’s hair. He quickly let go. That earned him a swipe of tongue to sooth the bite as a reward.
The towel around Luke’s waist had managed to unknot itself and was left lying on the couch. That alone would have clued Isaac in that something was wrong even if he didn’t already know what was going on. Luke would never be so comfortable with his own nudity, especially in the living room. And Luke most definitely would not kneel naked on the floor in front of him at any other time.
His cousin was beautiful: all lean muscles and sharp planes. A runner’s build Isaac had heard it called. Luke’s skin was pale. Paler than Isaac’s even though Luke spent more time outdoors that Isaac did. His hair was just as dark though. It drew Isaac’s attention downwards, to the already hard length between Luke’s legs.
Maybe he would do this again. If I asked… That was something Isaac was going to have to remember for later.
Luke put one hand on Isaac’s knee. Then he rubbed his cheek against the other. Oh. He wants me to open my legs. The implications of such a move hit Isaac all at once. His cock twitched, hardening at the very idea. Isaac swallowed and opened his legs.
Immediately, Luke pushed between them using his shoulders to keep them spread open. He buried his nose against Isaac’s skin, pushing is sweatpants down lower. Then Luke rubbed his cheek against Isaac’s hardness, making a deep throated sound of satisfaction.
Isaac let his head fall back against the couch cushions. He wanted to keep looking, wanted to watch what he knew was going to happen: Luke sliding his tongue against his cock and taking him into his mouth. But it just seemed too difficult to keep from coming at the thought and keep his head up. Luke took a hold of the fabric of Isaac’s sweat pants and tugged.
“Okay,” Isaac whispered. He lifted his hips up and then had to bite his lip to keep from making a noise. Just the idea of what was about to happen… He’s going to give me a blow job. On his knees.… was enough to make Isaac rock hard. The feel of fabric rubbing against too sensitive skin as Luke pulled his sweat pants off was almost more than he could bear.
As soon as his sweat pants were out of the way, Luke pushed forward again. He kept trying to force Isaac’s legs farther open. Which was kind of impossible when his sweat pants were around his ankles.
“Come on, Luke. Let me at least…” Isaac said. His words died with a hiss as Luke scraped his teeth against Isaac’s thigh. He did it again. Isaac’s hips rolled upwards of their own accord.
The fabric of the couch was rough against the back of his thighs as Isaac kicked his legs to get his sweat pants off. Luke was not helping in the least. He refused to move from between Isaac’s legs, was in fact leaving little nips up the inside of Isaac’s leg. Then Luke would trace he marks he left with his tongue.
Not helping at all.
By the time Isaac managed to get his sweat pants off – a feat of acrobatics that Isaac wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to replicate – Luke had tired of leaving bite marks on his thighs and graduated to nuzzling his balls. Isaac spread his legs open. Luke responded by running his tongue up the underside of Isaac’s cock: slow and wet.
His first instinct was to grab the back of Luke’s head once more, to guide his mouth to where Isaac really wanted it. That just made Luke pin his hands to the couch and growl low in his throat. Luke lunged upwards, nipping at Isaac’s stomach until Isaac looked at him. The pupils in Luke’s eyes were dilated, leaving only a narrow ring of blue. Isaac couldn’t seem to look away.
“I get it,” Issac said. His voice sounded rough even to his own ears. “You’re in control.” The growl Luke was making changed in pitch, becoming almost a purr. I wonder how much he understands.
It was the last coherent thought he had for awhile. Luke held Isaac’s gaze as he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over the head of Isaac’s cock. Then he dropped his eyes to what he was doing. Isaac’s breath hitched in his throat as he both watched and felt Luke’s lips wrap around him and slide down.
Luke’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue tracing patterns against skin. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked Isaac off. Isaac’s cock emerged from Luke’s mouth slick and shiny. His hands were still pinned to the couch, and all Isaac could do in response was rock his hips upwards.
The sounds Luke was making as he moved up and down were truly obscene. They were wet, greedy sounds as Luke sucked, hollowing out his cheeks in an effort to draw Isaac in as much as possible. Then he would open his jaw slightly and go down as far as he could. Isaac was sure Luke would choke. Somehow he always managed to stop himself just short of doing so.
Each time Luke went down, Isaac’s hips came up. He couldn’t help it. And each time Luke managed to take more and more of him in his mouth. Every two or three times he went down, Luke would hold himself as far as he could go, throat working around Isaac. Isaac could feel the muscles in his stomach and his balls tightening.
“Luke...” He was panting for breath. Isaac felt too warm and sweaty. It took everything he had to not come, not to give into the pressure building in his cock. It was a fight he was rapidly losing. “I’m going... Luke I can’t hold...”
In response, Luke made a deep purring noise in the back of his throat. It vibrated through Isaac’s cock. The idea that Luke, who was absolutely fastidious and fussy about getting down and dirty, wanted him to come in his mouth, to drink him down was too much for Isaac.
He came. The muscles in his stomach clenched as his orgasm hit him in a rush. Luke’s hands were still keeping him pinned to the couch, and Isaac struggled against their grip, enjoying the feel of being trapped. His thighs trembled. Luke kept sucking, making little pleased noises.
The burst of pleasure began to fade leaving Isaac over sensitive to the touch. That had definitely been longer than anything Isaac had managed to achieve using his hands alone. Luke pulled back, his lips swollen and shiny. His breathing was harsh and his hand shook slightly as pulled them away Isaac’s wrists.
Before Isaac could say anything, or even do anything, Luke was surging upwards. He put his knees to either side of Isaac’s thighs. Straddling his lap. Isaac tried to ask what Luke was doing, but before he got the words out, Luke was kissing him.
Isaac could taste himself in Luke’s mouth, a faint aftertaste of salt and sweet. He chased the taste with his tongue. In response, Luke’s tongue tangled with his own. Luke’s arm was moving and it took Isaac a few seconds to realize Luke was touching himself.
When Isaac pulled away from the kiss, Luke tucked his face against the side of Isaac’s neck. Isaac couldn’t see anything. But he could feel. He reached down with his hand, skimming over the planes of Luke’s stomach his fingers, before letting them come to rest on Luke’s cock. His touch was tentative because he didn’t know how Luke would react.
Luke shuddered over him. He was still making noises in the back of his throat, although they had turned softer, almost pleading. Isaac circled his fingers around Luke’s cock, slightly slick from his precome. His thumb traced just under the head.
The sound Luke made was sharp and growly. Isaac felt a rush of warm, sticky liquid squirting again and again over this wrist and stomach. Luke had just come all over him. Then he felt Luke’s finger it into Isaac’s skin. Marking him with his scent.
“Okay, you do not ever get to say anything about me being messy every again,” Isaac said. His words lacked bite though. Luke didn’t seem care that they were going to be sticky and uncomfortable in a few minutes. He was warm and his weight pressed Isaac into the couch.
“You’re not heavy,” Isaac said in reply. Despite his words, he began to squirm. Luke seemed willing to follow his lead and they wound up lying side by side on the couch, with Luke’s head tucked up under Isaac’s chin. Isaac was pressed against the back of the sofa. He grabbed the blanket thrown over the back of the sofa and pulled it over them both.
“I really need a shower now.” As if sensing that Isaac’s intent, Luke tightened his arms around Isaac’s waist. He growled. Isaac sighed into Luke’s hair. “Everything is fine. I’m here.”
It was the last thing he said before they both drifted to sleep.
HOW DID I MANAGE TO WRITE 5 PARTS OF THIS AND STILL NOT HAVE A TITLE FOR IT? Guh.
