James opens his mouth wider and presses down against Teddy’s cock, not entirely sure what he does now he’s got there. He goes a little too far at first, and chokes; pulls back a little, to hear Teddy murmuring reassuring words.
“It’s okay, baby, not that deep. Just a bit. Good boy. You’re doing so well, James.”
James moans around Teddy’s prick, presses harder still between his legs. Teddy’s praise seems to go straight to his cock. The moan clearly does something to Teddy, in turn, who lets out a gasp as his prick jerks in James’s mouth.
“Fuck, sorry,” Teddy apologises. “God, Jamie. Now just up and down. Slowly does it. Suck.”
“Mmm.”
If making a noise has that effect on Teddy, James is going to do it again. There is another strangled groan from Teddy as James bobs his head back and forth. He knows it’s a clumsy effort, but Teddy doesn’t seem to care. James is drooling all down the sides of Teddy’s cock; it must be wet everywhere, but Teddy is still managing words of encouragement, even as his voice gets breathier and breathier.
“Yeah, James, like that – gods, so good, baby.” (James wouldn’t take ‘baby’ from anyone else, but somehow from Teddy it feels right. Okay, hot, if he’s really honest.) “Just a little more, use your tongue on the underside – fuck, fuck...”
Teddy comes, which somehow James had not been expecting, despite the fact that – well, it seems obvious now. But Teddy… he’s made Teddy come. In his mouth. James wants to swallow it all, and he tries, he really does; but he chokes a little bit and some comes out. He pulls off, and Teddy’s cock is still pulsing a small stream of white come. It’s… James makes the mistake of looking at Teddy’s face, pleasure written all over it, and it’s too much for James’s poor prick. He’s sucked cock, he’s sucked Teddy’s cock, and Teddy liked it, and James is coming in his pants, restricted or not, gasping for breath with one of his hands still touching Teddy’s balls, the other planted heavily by Teddy’s hips.
There is a wordless moment made up of gasping breaths and James’s heart-beat, which is loud in his ears. When he comes down from the orgasmic high, he whispers, “Teddy?” tentatively.
“So good, Jamie… James,” Teddy corrects himself.
Shyly, James crawls up the bed to lie beside Teddy. Teddy pulls him firmly into a hug.
“‘Jamie’s okay – if you want,” James says quietly.
“Can I...” Teddy goes to reach for James’s cock, and James puts out a hand to stop him.
“I already did,” he said, feeling his ears go hot with embarrassment.
“From...”
“Yeah.” James knows the blush is deeper still.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Teddy says, with unnerving sincerity.
“Really?”
“Really.” Teddy leans over and kisses James, presumably tasting himself on James’s lips. “I’m glad you’re all grown up,” he whispers.
James smiles, and leans his head on Teddy’s chest. So is he.
James opens his mouth wider and presses down against Teddy’s cock, not entirely sure what he does now he’s got there. He goes a little too far at first, and chokes; pulls back a little, to hear Teddy murmuring reassuring words.
“It’s okay, baby, not that deep. Just a bit. Good boy. You’re doing so well, James.”
James moans around Teddy’s prick, presses harder still between his legs. Teddy’s praise seems to go straight to his cock. The moan clearly does something to Teddy, in turn, who lets out a gasp as his prick jerks in James’s mouth.
“Fuck, sorry,” Teddy apologises. “God, Jamie. Now just up and down. Slowly does it. Suck.”
“Mmm.”
If making a noise has that effect on Teddy, James is going to do it again. There is another strangled groan from Teddy as James bobs his head back and forth. He knows it’s a clumsy effort, but Teddy doesn’t seem to care. James is drooling all down the sides of Teddy’s cock; it must be wet everywhere, but Teddy is still managing words of encouragement, even as his voice gets breathier and breathier.
“Yeah, James, like that – gods, so good, baby.” (James wouldn’t take ‘baby’ from anyone else, but somehow from Teddy it feels right. Okay, hot, if he’s really honest.) “Just a little more, use your tongue on the underside – fuck, fuck...”
Teddy comes, which somehow James had not been expecting, despite the fact that – well, it seems obvious now. But Teddy… he’s made Teddy come. In his mouth. James wants to swallow it all, and he tries, he really does; but he chokes a little bit and some comes out. He pulls off, and Teddy’s cock is still pulsing a small stream of white come. It’s… James makes the mistake of looking at Teddy’s face, pleasure written all over it, and it’s too much for James’s poor prick. He’s sucked cock, he’s sucked Teddy’s cock, and Teddy liked it, and James is coming in his pants, restricted or not, gasping for breath with one of his hands still touching Teddy’s balls, the other planted heavily by Teddy’s hips.
There is a wordless moment made up of gasping breaths and James’s heart-beat, which is loud in his ears. When he comes down from the orgasmic high, he whispers, “Teddy?” tentatively.
“So good, Jamie… James,” Teddy corrects himself.
Shyly, James crawls up the bed to lie beside Teddy. Teddy pulls him firmly into a hug.
“‘Jamie’s okay – if you want,” James says quietly.
“Can I...” Teddy goes to reach for James’s cock, and James puts out a hand to stop him.
“I already did,” he said, feeling his ears go hot with embarrassment.
“From...”
“Yeah.” James knows the blush is deeper still.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Teddy says, with unnerving sincerity.
“Really?”
“Really.” Teddy leans over and kisses James, presumably tasting himself on James’s lips. “I’m glad you’re all grown up,” he whispers.
James smiles, and leans his head on Teddy’s chest. So is he.