At the first touch of Charlie’s lips, Neville’s nerves dissolved. It felt natural, as if he’d always been meant kiss Charlie, and when their tongues met, Neville relaxed into the kiss, moaning and pressing closer.
Charlie deftly undid the buttons on Neville’s dress robes, sliding his palms over Neville’s stomach while Neville fumbled with Charlie’s clothes.
Drawing back, Charlie groaned. “I know we said quick, but I really want to unwrap you and take my time.”
“We can’t,” Neville gasped, leaning his forehead against Charlie’s. “I need to be back inside the tent soon.”
“I know.” Reaching into Neville’s trousers, Charlie wrapped his hand around Neville’s cock. “Which is why I haven’t already dragged you back to mine.”
Neville’s breath hitched. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“I wish,” Charlie murmured, stroking Neville rhythmically. “Later?”
Closing his eyes, Neville leaned down and kissed Charlie to stop himself saying anything too incriminating. He’d been attracted to people before, of course, but this…this was stronger than anything he’d ever felt. He wanted to Banish their clothes and fuck Charlie in every way possible. He wanted to taste every inch of him, to explore the muscled body he could feel through his robes, to make him moan, shake, come apart.
Sooner than he liked, Neville felt his balls draw up. He dragged his mouth from Charlie’s and gasped, “I’m coming—”
“Do it, gorgeous,” said Charlie, looking down. “Let me see you come.”
Shaking, Neville came, his cock spurting all over Charlie’s hand and robes. Charlie pulled his down for another kiss, plundering his mouth as Neville came down from his orgasmic high.
Once he was done, Neville leaned back and sighed, his hand palming Charlie’s erection. “You’re still—”
“Yes, but we’re on a deadline.”
Neville shook his head. “We have time.”
Charlie sighed. “I don’t think—”
Ignoring him, Neville slipped out of his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. Pressing Charlie’s thighs apart, he made quick work of his flies. “We have time,” he repeated, and, without waiting for an answer, lifted Charlie’s cock out and licked the head.
Charlie moaned, his hands settling in Neville’s hair.
His cock was thick, but Neville was determined, and while he couldn’t fit the whole thing in his mouth, he did try. He got about halfway down before he had to stop.
“Fuck,” Charlie whispered. “Look at you. You’re so fucking gorgeous, swallowing my cock like that.”
Neville closed his eyes and employed every trick he knew, listening to Charlie’s gasps and moans as he licked, sucked and, finally, hummed.
“Merlin,” Charlie groaned, his hips starting to shallowly slide his cock in and out of Neville’s mouth. “You’re killing me!”
Opening his throat, Neville pressed further. He was starting to drool a bit, but that didn’t matter. All he cared about was making Charlie come as hard as he had.
Charlie’s fingers tightened in Neville’s hair. “Coming,” he warned. “Fucking hell, I’m coming—”
Neville hummed in agreement, and moment later, bitter fluid filled his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, but finally had to pull off. Some hit him in the face, and he closed his eyes.
Charlie deftly undid the buttons on Neville’s dress robes, sliding his palms over Neville’s stomach while Neville fumbled with Charlie’s clothes.
Drawing back, Charlie groaned. “I know we said quick, but I really want to unwrap you and take my time.”
“We can’t,” Neville gasped, leaning his forehead against Charlie’s. “I need to be back inside the tent soon.”
“I know.” Reaching into Neville’s trousers, Charlie wrapped his hand around Neville’s cock. “Which is why I haven’t already dragged you back to mine.”
Neville’s breath hitched. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“I wish,” Charlie murmured, stroking Neville rhythmically. “Later?”
Closing his eyes, Neville leaned down and kissed Charlie to stop himself saying anything too incriminating. He’d been attracted to people before, of course, but this…this was stronger than anything he’d ever felt. He wanted to Banish their clothes and fuck Charlie in every way possible. He wanted to taste every inch of him, to explore the muscled body he could feel through his robes, to make him moan, shake, come apart.
Sooner than he liked, Neville felt his balls draw up. He dragged his mouth from Charlie’s and gasped, “I’m coming—”
“Do it, gorgeous,” said Charlie, looking down. “Let me see you come.”
Shaking, Neville came, his cock spurting all over Charlie’s hand and robes. Charlie pulled his down for another kiss, plundering his mouth as Neville came down from his orgasmic high.
Once he was done, Neville leaned back and sighed, his hand palming Charlie’s erection. “You’re still—”
“Yes, but we’re on a deadline.”
Neville shook his head. “We have time.”
Charlie sighed. “I don’t think—”
Ignoring him, Neville slipped out of his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. Pressing Charlie’s thighs apart, he made quick work of his flies. “We have time,” he repeated, and, without waiting for an answer, lifted Charlie’s cock out and licked the head.
Charlie moaned, his hands settling in Neville’s hair.
His cock was thick, but Neville was determined, and while he couldn’t fit the whole thing in his mouth, he did try. He got about halfway down before he had to stop.
“Fuck,” Charlie whispered. “Look at you. You’re so fucking gorgeous, swallowing my cock like that.”
Neville closed his eyes and employed every trick he knew, listening to Charlie’s gasps and moans as he licked, sucked and, finally, hummed.
“Merlin,” Charlie groaned, his hips starting to shallowly slide his cock in and out of Neville’s mouth. “You’re killing me!”
Opening his throat, Neville pressed further. He was starting to drool a bit, but that didn’t matter. All he cared about was making Charlie come as hard as he had.
Charlie’s fingers tightened in Neville’s hair. “Coming,” he warned. “Fucking hell, I’m coming—”
Neville hummed in agreement, and moment later, bitter fluid filled his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, but finally had to pull off. Some hit him in the face, and he closed his eyes.