[Chuck] It Takes Two (Plus One) II

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It Takes Two (Plus One) II

It shouldn’t come as a surprise, but John quickly finds that the best use for Chuck’s mouth is to have a dick stuffed into it. Preferably and particularly, John’s own.

Kid doesn’t stop talking with a dick in his mouth, but at least the words are muffled and the vibrations carry nicely. Makes for a nice buzz as John strokes in and out, drool leaking from the corners of Chuck’s mouth, his face flushed bright pink, but when is it not honestly? Kid blushes anytime he sees bare skin, be it a man or a woman’s.

He grips John’s thighs like he can’t decide if he wants it deeper or harder. Fortunately, John is happy enough to decide for him.

Kid has a head full of hair, perfect for gripping. Perfect for sliding his fingers into, tangling into curls, and giving him non-verbal directions.

Deeper is what John likes. And Chuck’s wordless buzz turns into a low moan. He exhales sharply through his nose, teeth briefly grazing John’s dick.

“Ah, ah,” he says. “What did I say about your teeth?”

The next noise is a muffled ‘sorry.’ John’s heard it enough he can pick it out every time.

Jesus Christ, this kid’s mouth oughta be illegal.

Ecstasy boils in John’s belly, rattles in his groin. He rolls deeper, and pulls Chuck harder, until the kid’s nose is buried in his wiry curls, and his hands turn to claws around John’s thighs. He makes a noise, but not that squeak of a cornered animal, more a whimper of ‘dear god, please give me more.’

Well. Since you ask so politely. Happy to oblige.

John drags in a heavy breath. “Down your throat or on your face, Chuck?” he asks, careful to punctuate the sharper syllables. He knows how much Chuck liked that.

Chuck makes a muffled noise. John gives him enough space to catch a breath, spit shiny on the kid’s lips, on the lower half of John’s cock. One breath. Two breaths. And back down again. Swallowed deep. Until Chuck squirms and squirms and -- gah.

John makes the choice for him. Chuck puts up a lot of talk, but when it comes down to it, he likes John taking charge.

He pulls out, but not fast enough. One spurt coats Chuck’s tongue, gives him that taste he’s been working for all afternoon. Two and three paint Chuck’s face in strips of pale cream – the perfect kind of make up if you ask John. The fourth one stripes an eyebrow and catches in one loose curl.

“I don’t know why you bother asking,” Chuck says, voice hoarse. He licks his lips, tongue flicking out to catch every last droplet of come.

John laughs and uses his thumb to sweep up a drop of his spill from Chuck’s face. He paints Chuck’s bottom lip with it, grinning when Chuck licks it clean, briefly wetting John’s thumb.

“Guess I am just that predicable,” John says. He keeps his other hand buried in Chuck’s unnaturally soft hair, so good for tugging. Like right now, urging the kid back toward his cock. “One more time.”

Chuck rolls his eyes. “If you think you can, old man.”

Smart ass. John doesn’t know where he’s gotten the balls, but he likes it.

Hah.

Probably borrowed ‘em from Sarah.

She’s got more than enough pairs to spare.

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