Rostislav Zelenka (ghostsongs) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-08-31 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, devlin, devlin x rostislav, rostislav |
Who: Dev & Rost
Where: Cemetery
When: Saturday, Nov 11, afternoon
Status: Complete
Warning: NSFW
Devlin hadn't experienced rain like this since he left Ireland behind. The rain just felt different in California but this, this sort of reminded him of home. It poured down, a bit cold and eager to soak every bit of fabric it could reach. The roads were flooding in places and the cemetery was pretty damn muddy. Dev just hoped Rost was at home. He'd left his phone somewhere back at Seaview as he went wandering which wasn't unusual for him but still a little annoying when the urge to visit a close friend and lover struck him. So he hoped Rost was home and in the mood for his company. He could do stripping off his jeans and socks and warming up under a nice blanket, preferably with a warm body to speed things along.
There was that weird urge to slip his gloves off and touch the statues whenever he passed them, a thought that was both appealing and terrifying all at once. He imagined he might just slip into some hellscape coma if he actually did it, the vibe he got off the things without touching them was already strong and uncomfortable. He shoved his hands further into the pockets of his baggy coat as if to stop himself from doing something he didn't want to do, then walked more briskly over to Rost's trailer. Water poured down his face from his curly hair and this whole walking thing didn't seem like such a great idea anymore now that he'd been out in the rain for this long. There was a light on at the trailer and he jogged the last few feet, knocking swiftly on the door and hunching his shoulders as he waited for Rost to open up.
The rain wasn’t making only Devlin nostalgic -- Rost was used to it by now, but these types of storms always reminded him of home as well. As much ‘home’ as Eastern Europe had been, anyway. He was invigorated by the chill in the air, the way it made his skin feel more alive. He loved winter, in spite of his living conditions. The trailer wasn’t terribly well-insulated, but he made up for that with fires and layers and warm blankets. This year he would have more company too, and that was something to look forward to.
Reagan’s visit had made him feel a little more settled, and this hellish week was over, and Rost was more than ready for a new one to begin. He’d been staying in because of the rain for the past few days, and he’d been playing more music than drinking, so that was a good sign. He was perched at his small kitchen table in just some pj pants and a bathrobe that had seen better days, having a cup of fragrant tea and writing a letter to one of his sisters when the knock came at the door. Rost hopped up and hurried to answer it, smiling bright with surprise and pleasure when he saw it was a drowned-rat version of Devlin. “Come in, come in,” he said hurriedly, pulling Dev inside. “Hold, I will get you a towel.” Rost went to fetch one from the small closet close to the bedroom door.
Devlin returned the smile with a bright one of his own, despite his state of drowned-rattedness. He stepped inside and looked around to make sure Rost didn't have other company, than started peeling the wet clothes off one by one. He accepted the towel with a grateful smile and as he ran it over his hair he leaned in to kiss Rost hello. "Not the best day for my usual walks," he said with a titter though honestly it was a bit invigorating to feel cold and wet and then being able to come inside and warm up again. Especially with someone there to take care of him, that was the best feeling. "How have you been, lover?" he murmured, stroking Rost's cheek contently.
He looked good soaking wet anyway, and then even better taking his clothes off. Rost was happy to give him a smooch, then smiled wide at him again. He snagged a corner of the towel up again to dab at Dev’s neck, feeling warmed inside in a way the tea couldn’t compete with. “Unless you are a fish, I suppose,” he agreed with a lopsided grin. “I have been well. I missed you.” Rost dipped in to kiss him softly again, then pulled back to gesture Dev further into the trailer. “Come come, sit, you are in time for tea. That is something you Irish do too, yes?”
"I think tea is pretty universal these days," Dev said as he wandered further inside, flopping down on Rost's couch which he was by now very intimately familiar with. He liked Rost's little place, it was always a place to go to when he found himself wandering, whether he was alone or with Greer. It felt and smelled like home to him by now. Right now it was especially welcoming and he pulled one of the blankets there over his legs to warm up. "But yeah, we do tea, it's not all irish coffee or whiskey back home." He did love tea almost as much as he loved coffee and after almost swimming down to the cemetery he really could use something hot to drink.
Rost had another cup and a half’s worth of hot water in his electric kettle, so it was easy to pour Dev a cup. He put the tea in to steep and brought it over along with sugar just in case Dev wanted it, setting it down on the coffee table. Rost had grown up without hardly any sugar at all, so he didn’t bother, but that was him. He went back to get his own drink, then came back and sat down on the couch. He tucked one leg under him, arm on the back of the couch and his head leaned against his hand, gazing at Dev. “What possessed you to go out strolling in all these dogs and cats?” he asked, nodding toward the window with faint amusement.
"Oh you know me," Dev murmured. "I get restless." It was no lie, he didn't do well with sitting at home for long and now that they actually had a place to call home - no matter how temporarily - he just felt more restless. There were places to see and people to meet, although in this sort of weather there weren't too many people to meet, he had to admit that. "I do feel better now, being inside though, nice and warm." He still had a bit of a chill in him but it would pass. "Things in this town are getting curiouser and curiouser, I've gotten swept up in investigations and rumors and I don't know what to think of it all."
He could understand that; Rost sometimes got restless too, without caring about the weather. He’d done plenty of walking in the rain. It was just more concerning when somebody else did it, like everything that could make you sick in life. But what Dev said was far more interesting than talking about the weather, and Rost lifted his eyebrow with interest. “Oh? Of what sort?” he asked.
"The missing little girl might be back," Devlin said. "But it's all a big secret for some reason. Her mother is acting strange and I'm pretty sure the girl wasn't anywhere... normal, from what I saw." He had told Rost about that, about how he'd touched one of her toys and seen nothing but darkness. It hadn't felt like death either, just darkness, like he'd been covered by a thick blanket and couldn't find his way out. "And now there's whispers about experiments and tunnels. Every time I look into one thing I seem to be drawn to another and I can't tell if they're all related or if there's just so much going on in this town that... I don't know." He shook his head and sighed, picking up his cup of tea and blowing on it before taking a cautious sip. It was still too hot but that was okay, that tiny taste did wonders for his mood. "I'm still not sure what any of it has to do with Grandpa Morrow either, this town is... so strange." He was still glad they'd come, even if they never found answers. Meeting Rost had felt fated and he gave him a warm smile as he reached over to steal his hand.
Rost’s eyebrows went through an expression journey as Dev talked, though part of him wasn’t too surprised at hearing that there were multiple mysteries involved. That just seemed to be the way of this town. He sipped his own tea while he listened, then gave his free hand over to Dev’s with his own smile. “It is strange, yes,” he said and chuckled faintly. “There is no denial. How do you know she is back? Is that a thing you can feel? And who is whispering?” It was probably a lot of questions, but his tone was more fascinated than demanding. Rost was genuinely curious. He got tangled up in his own fair share of stuff, living where he was and doing what he did, but he wasn’t special like his new lovers.
"Everyone is whispering," Dev replied. "The witches and the psychic I met, even people who don't really know anything say they've seen things. I've never before been somewhere where I keep feeling tempted to touch things I shouldn't touch, read things I shouldn't read. Like the darkness here is warm and inviting even if you know it'll tear you apart if you step too close." Maybe that was a little over the top and dramatic but Devlin didn't know how else to explain it. He kept wanting to slip his gloves off here and there and just read Point Pleasant. The only thing stopping him was fear that the town didn't want him reading it, that he'd see too much - or see nothing at all and simply fall into a coma. He wasn't even sure where that idea had come from, but he kept reminding himself that he liked to be awake - and alive.
Even though it didn’t really answer his question about the girl, dramatic or not, Rost felt like that was an accurate way to describe Point Pleasant. He’d felt the same pull himself, he just didn’t have the tools to step too close. Not like Devlin did. Plus, Rost was afraid of it. He may have felt the call of the shadows, but he’d been raised too superstitious and paranoid to answer it. “It does have a siren song,” he murmured thoughtfully, sipping from his teacup again. “But I hope you can continue to plug your ears. This town is hungry for whoever it can take.” Devlin was right on the money, there. Anybody who had any sense in Point Pleasant knew it, too. Rost squeezed Dev’s hand and gave him a tiny half-smile. “I need you safe, yes? As much as you can.” Nobody was truly safe here, but they could still be smart.
"Oh I'll be as safe as I possibly can," Dev promised him. "I don't even dare step inside fairy rings, even if I've never seen fairies and all signs point to them being formed by fungus. That's just not the sort of risk you take. It's just... I'm not used to the temptation being so strong. Makes you understand why people will walk into certain death on the slim chance they'll discover something previously unknown to them." If he had nothing to lose he would pull his gloves off and touch everything he could think of, thirsty for answers and visions of this strange place but he did have something to lose and more importantly, he had someones who didn't want to lose him. He brought Rost's hand up to kiss his knuckles, gently rubbing the rough skin.
Rost couldn’t help but chuckle, an unexpected nostalgic fondness welling up in his chest. “That is just smart,” he agreed, meaning the fairy circles. It reminded him again that he and Dev came from Elsewhere. Europe was huge and diverse, but there was a certain mysticism that hadn’t immigrated over into modern American life ... they had their own thing. But Devlin had probably grown up with some similar stories and cautionary tales as Rost, and that tied them together. Old World magic. He rubbed his thumb against the other man’s cheek, gazing at him with open adoration. “I understand the pull. I feel it too sometimes. It is a wonder any people still live here, if I am to be honest. The history of this town is incredible, and most just ignore it, heads in sand. Pretending they do not see hard enough that they become blind.”
"You stay here too," Dev pointed out as he tilted his head into the gentle touch. "They're lucky to have you but why do we stay when we see how dark it is?" He couldn't even explain it for himself. Maybe he'd be happy to leave if it was what Greer and Rost wanted but unless they did, he felt no particular pull to get out. He leaned back and drank some more of his tea before setting the cup down on the table, then shuffled closer to Rost to curl up against him. He wasn't as soft as Greer but he felt warm and he smelled good, his stubble tickling Dev's lips as he kissed his cheek. "Crazy as it is, I'm glad I'm here."
“I don’t know,” Rost answered the rhetorical question with a soft laugh. He moved his own cup aside as Dev snuggled in, and arranged his arms comfortably around him. “I am glad as well,” he murmured, turning his head to nuzzle their noses together. When he was feeling particularly egotistical, he thought that something had led Dev and Greer into Point Pleasant for him. They’d come at a wonderful time, when he’d really needed this sort of connection to keep him grounded and hopeful. “You are just the right amount of crazy to belong here.” He grinned a bit. Rost didn’t presume to know what the future held, but more and more he could see the three of them leaving this place together eventually.
"We're also just the right amount of crazy to like it here," Dev chuckled. "Greer is eating it all up, I would have thought she'd wanna go home by now when it's getting colder but I don't know, this place..." He trailed off, not feeling like he needed to tell Rost how Point Pleasant had gotten into their systems somehow. "And you," he said instead. "It's been a long time since I connected with someone like I connected with Greer, but here you are. One of us.”
Rost hoped the weather didn’t drive them away. Dev could probably handle it better than Greer, growing up in Ireland, but they had still come from California, and that was a big change. He wanted to think he would see them through it though, keep them warm and still feeling at home. Rost understood how the town got its hooks into people, but the second part of Dev’s words made him feel warm in the chest. “Here I am,” he murmured with a sublime smile. One of us. He’d made friends in this town, a few people who accepted him and came around now and then, but Rost hadn’t felt like he belonged with anyone, until now. “It has been long for me as well,” he told Dev. “I did not think I would be in love again, not like this. So I am beyond glad you are here.”
"Me too," Dev said, feeling warm and happy with Rost's choice of words; in love. He definitely knew it went that deep for all of them. Connecting with someone on this level was rare. Dev might fall in love with people all the time but it was more like falling in love with the idea of them and so it rarely lasted beyond the first impression. Greer and Rost both shared the quality of maintaining that feeling he first got when he met them, of being everything he'd hoped and more. He shifted a bit to kiss Rost, tilting his head to deepen that kiss. He couldn't imagine leaving Point Pleasant now, even when the snow came, unless Rost came with them.
There had been people that Rost had liked over the years, a smattering of brief interludes with lovers, but they’d always been so temporary, and didn’t carry any of this kind of emotion. Greer and Dev were his people, and he thought they’d all felt it almost immediately. It made him feel safe in ways he hadn’t in years, and he was making sure to enjoy every moment as much as he could. He’d learned that lesson. Rost let his eyes drift shut as their mouths moved together, his hand moving to brush fingers against the stubble on Devlin’s jaw, then down the side of his neck. It felt so nice that he’d gotten to enjoy Greer’s curves and softness the day before, and now Dev was here with his firm angles and lean muscle.
Dev was a sucker for bodies, all the bodies. He liked fat bodies and skinny bodies, rough skin and soft skin, penises, vaginas. It didn't matter if it all fit together in the way society wanted it to, the inside counted far more than the outside and there were very few things he found unattractive in people's looks. Personalities however, he could get along with just about anybody but this kind of a connection and desire was rare. It absolutely helped when the person was a good kisser and Rost was just right for him, soft and rough all at once. Dev enjoyed touching him now, able to do so without his gloves. Sure, there was a chance he might see something, even see the same things again, but it was easier after that first time and he was focused on touching his skin not his things anyway.
Rost thought his impulse to not put a shirt on earlier in the day might have been a premonition about Dev coming over. He loved the feel of hands moving over his skin, and there was something especially hot about men’s hands. There was some visceral appreciation in them that he couldn’t quite explain, but it felt damn good. Rost slipped his hand to the back of Dev’s neck and gave a squeeze as he put a bit more pressure and hunger into the kiss, warmth flooding down his body. The front of his loose-fitting pants was starting to shift as they kissed and Dev explored. He turned his body a bit and scooted in even closer, reaching to pull the blanket Dev was under over his own lap. Under all that warmth, he slid his hand up the inside of Dev’s thigh.
Dev hummed softly into the kiss and shifted his body ever so subtly in encouragement. It was a rare day where he turned down sex, though it certainly did happen sometimes. Not today though, he was hungry for that intimacy and the kiss alone had his cock stirring and swelling under his boxers. He regretted not getting all the way naked but that could be remedied soon enough as well as Rost's state of dress. He slipped his hand down Rost's body to feel the way he too was growing hard and it felt good just to fondle him through the soft fabric of his pants.
Another fun thing about men -- it was hard to miss when they were aroused. Rost liked having that obvious evidence, and he brushed his fingers over the rising tent in Dev’s boxers. Having a body himself, he knew he shouldn’t be at all surprised by how hot bodies were, but it was always a nice little thrill to soak up that warmth. Rost gave a soft grunt into the kiss as Dev touched him, and he gently groped him back, lovingly exploring even though he was already familiar with the terrain. He didn’t mind taking some time getting to the naked part of the afternoon they were apparently headed toward; it was all about the journey, and Rost was happily lost in how their lips and tongues moved together.
Devlin was in no rush either, though he found himself arching into every touch, as if Rost's hands had a magnetic effect on him. In a way they did, he loved those touches and as basic as it might be he loved the touches on his cock the most and as a result reacted the most to them. He found himself pushing his hips forward in slow and short rhythm as arousal built up in his core. Their breathing was growing thicker and he groaned softly into the kiss as he slowly stroked Rost through his clothes, every so often letting go to let his hand wander down his thigh or up his thin torso but always returning to feel the outline of his cock.
Those little hips movements were tantalizing and promising. Rost and Devlin had been together enough times now to know they were both switches, and seemed roughly equal in enjoying both roles. They were a good fit physically, and Rost felt extra blessed to have such versatile partners after such a long dry run. Like he’d just been waiting for the right people to finally come to him. His cock twitched happily under Dev’s touch, and his hands were drawn just as much to the other man’s erection. Slipping more and more into that pleasant static-brained peace, Rost tugged the front of Dev’s boxers down so he could get to his skin, teasing fingertips down the underside of Dev’s shaft on the way to gently cup and massage his balls.
Dev felt like purring, Rost's fingers always felt so damn good and he was a sucker for touch, especially sexual touch. The kissing already had him feeling like happy moosh and he was warming up so nicely with Rost's body against his. He was perfectly content just doing this but he was already thinking about how nice Rost's mouth would feel around his cock and he gave a soft moan into the kiss as he thought about it, still rocking softly against Rost's hand. There were a lot of other things they could do but those would probably require moving to the bed and he was quite content where they were for now.
The first few times they’d been together, even all three of them, Rost had felt rushed with his own eagerness, hungry to make up for lost time. But that had faded into a nice slow burn, a fire that he could tend and nurture, and he lingered in this for a while -- just kissing and touching and getting one another harder and more desperate. Eventually it just seemed like time, and Rost wanted to feel Dev’s cock against his tongue, make him really moan. He shifted off the couch and onto his knees, moving in front of Dev and keeping the blanket around him and over his head as he got settled. With a wordless murmur, Rost ran his tongue up the underside of Dev’s shaft, relishing how hot and smooth the skin was, before taking the tip between his lips to suck lightly.
Dev closed his eyes, reaching down beneath the blanket to stroke Rost's hair. He was in no rush to get off and he wanted to stay there for a while so slow was good. It fit the mood and the weather to take their time but he didn't really care about slow once Rost's mouth was on his cock. It was hot and wet, then tight when Rost sucked on him and Dev let out a little moan as he relaxed into the pleasure of it. He shifted his foot a little to get the blanket better over his feet, rubbing his thigh against Rost's arm once he felt more settled.
He might’ve lived a lot of his life without creature comforts, but Rost could be indulgent when he wanted to be. And now seemed like the time to do it. Dev’s cock was rock hard and warmly heavy between his lips, and he took his time re-exploring it. He let out a low hum as he swirled his tongue around the head of Dev’s cock, teasing the foreskin further back to get to all of that sensitive head. Settling down further on his knees, Rost stroked a hand up the inside of Dev’s thigh to cup and gently play with his balls while he took him further into his mouth. He sucked more firmly and started a slow head-bob, focused in on Dev’s breathing and how tense he was.
Dev never understood how circumcised guys were 'less' sensitive. To him his foreskin was a protective barrier as the head of his cock was so sensitive once he got hard. He groaned quietly because Rost knew exactly how to touch him, playing him like a favored instrument. His toes curled a little at that first rush of pleasure, an intense feeling making his muscles tighten up. He relaxed again then, closing his eyes as he kept stroking Rost's hair, grinning contently to himself.
Rost kind of enjoyed the fact that Dev was uncut like he was. He’d had a good variety of cocks in his mouth, and he always felt like he was on more familiar territory when foreskins were involved. Everybody was different, of course, but it still seemed to give him an advantage. Plus it was more to play with. Sending that wave of tension through Dev’s body was intensely satisfying. Rost hummed around his cock as he took him deeper, pressing his tongue firmly against the underside of the shaft and getting into the rhythm of it all.
Orgasms, Dev had found out a long time ago, were like creatures with minds of their own. Sometimes they took forever and not in a fun sexy way. Other times they rushed in too fast and eager. This one was fast and eager and he didn't really mind this time and didn't try to fight it very hard. Rost knew what he was doing and Dev was already getting ahead of himself, thinking about taking Rost's cock in his mouth to coax out those beautiful moans of his. "Tha'sit," he drawled, his voice a little husky with need. "Fuck that's good..." He was rubbing Rost's head mindlessly now, rolling his hips a bit in time with Rost's movements as his pleasure grew. "Fuck yeah," he whispered and with that he gave up what little fight he'd put up against that edge, his head tilted back and eyes rolled back in his head as he shuddered and came.
Not every pleasure had to be teased and delayed to be good, and Rost rolled with all the signs Dev was giving off. He kept sucking and bobbing and enjoying the way Dev’s fingers tangled in his hair, and how he sounded as he got closer and closer, and the way he moved those hips. Rost rode through his orgasm with him, smiling internally since he couldn’t with his mouth, taking everything Dev had to give him. Once the main event was over, Rost pulled back a little to swallow, and started gently cleaning him off with soft sucks and strokes of his tongue. Which really only served to wring out every twitch and shiver out of Dev, naturally. Eventually Rost sat back, peering up at Dev with the blanket still around his shoulders, and gave him a lopsided little grin. “A good day for a walk after all,” he murmured as he rose up on his knees to give Dev a kiss.
"The best," Dev purred back at him before their lips met. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in closer, feeling warm now and sated, a little dazed from his climax. He kissed him deeply, tasting himself on his tongue as he let his hands roam around Rost's slender back. "Now what can I do for you?" he then drawled against his lips. "Do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to suck you? You can have anything you want tonight."
Rost’s erection had relaxed a bit while he worked on his boyfriend, but it came surging back at the slide of tongues together and then those sweetly lilting words. He smiled reflexively and gave a deep hum of thought. “Mmm, such temptation,” Rost murmured. He felt so thoroughly spoiled by both of the beautiful people in his life. While part of him indeed wanted to fuck Devlin, he was also feeling languid and lazy and getting a blowjob was the easier route. Then they could relax together and chill and maybe fucking would come later. “Let me have your mouth,” he breathed, nibbling lightly at Dev’s bottom lip.
"You have my mouth," Dev replied playfully, moving his hands from Rost's back to his sides and from there one hand kept going around, slipping down his stomach to find his cock. He wrapped his hand around it, giving it a little squeeze. "You wanna switch places or are you coming up here?" he said and while he was feeling a little lazy, sex was always something he was willing to get up and go for. He knew he'd prefer to relax while getting a blowjob but he'd been out in the cold and was feeling snuggly, it was different when he was all warmed up.
Rost had wondered before if he was a dog in another life or something, he loved to be touched so much. Or maybe a cat, since it made him want to purr and wrap himself all the way around Devlin. He gave a low chuckle and started to push himself up off of his knees. It wasn’t the most comfortable spot, and he liked to be comfortable while he got head. Rost sat on the couch, leaning back against the arm with one leg pulled up resting against the back cushions, and the other sprawled out off of the edge. “You come here,” he murmured, giving Dev a lazy little smirk as he stroked himself a bit.
He was a sight to behold and that more than countered the laziness Dev was feeling. He all but purred back at him as he sat up, looking him up and down and licking his lips as he pulled the blanket up over his shoulders and shuffled closer on his knees. "Fuck, yer pretty," he murmured as he drew up close, sneaking little kisses along Rost's thigh. "I'm gonna have to draw some smutty art of you soon. With permission, of course." He grinned and pushed himself up to kiss Rost on the lips again.
There was an answering grin on Rost’s face before their lips pressed together. It was so simple, but he really enjoyed being called pretty. And the idea of Dev drawing smutty art of him. “Permission given,” he murmured between kisses, running his hands down Dev’s sides. His cock was hot and thick against his lower belly, but he was content to just let it ache for now. It didn’t even feel frustrating, just warmly anticipatory. “I would treasure it. Me and Greer can pose for you.”
"As if you could stay still if you were both naked together," Dev said with a titter. "I'll let you wear each other out and draw you when you pass out happy." Of course that didn't take into consideration that they might wear him out too and most likely would. Oh well, he could draw from memory. He kissed Rost again then pulled the covers more firmly to his own shoulders as he trailed those kisses lower, stroking Rost's flanks and hips as he took his cock in his mouth, humming softly.
Rost gave a hearty laugh at the first part, because Dev was probably completely right about that. He couldn’t imagine being naked with the both of them -- Dev was naked too in his imagination, of course -- and not touching and licking and enjoying them. Maybe it was a good thing they all didn’t live together, nothing would get done between the three of them. His amusement couldn't linger long though, the warmth of arousal pushing it away as Dev’s mouth wandered lower on his body. He pulled in a slower, deep breath when Dev wrapped his lips around him, watching with heavy-lidded eyes. Rost moved one hand to card fingers through the side of Dev’s curly hair.
Their relationship always felt so equal in its give and take and Dev was just as much of a whore for the petting as Rost was so he tilted his head into the way Rost stroked him as he slowly started up a rhythm with his mouth. This was honestly just as nice as receiving and tonight the heat from Rost's body was more than welcome. His mind had trailed off to imagining the three of them together, both past times and potential future times and he could see in his mind's eye the kind of pictures he could draw if he was more talented. Worthy of the fucking Louvre really, with all the love glowing from every pencil stroke.
It was a sensation that Rost adored and didn’t get often -- or hadn’t, before Greer and Dev had come into his life -- and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes to just enjoy it. Dev knew his way around a cock, and they’d learned each other enough now that everything felt so natural and easy. Rost gave a soft groan as the pleasure started to pick up, though it was a level he thought he could ride for a while if Dev wanted to indulge him. His fingers kept stroking through his boy’s hair, gentle moans escaping him every time Dev’s tongue hit a particularly good spot.
Dev was good with taking his time, he was lost in his own thoughts, content to keep sucking Rost's cock for a while longer, especially because he knew how good it felt to just relax and be played with. It was a perfect mix of sexy and cozy, two of his favorite things, and he hummed softly around Rost's cock again as he he gently swirled his tongue around the head.
Rost’s sense of time drifted as he just focused on the pleasure, enjoying the feeling of Dev’s hair and the movement of his head under his touch. It was a sweet, slow build, but eventually Rost’s body started to get restless and tense, his breathing heavier as he rocked his hips a bit in time with Dev’s mouth. Rost lifted his head to watch now, the visual just making everything feel more intense. “Close,” he whispered as he felt himself starting to really ride the edge, his balls feeling tight and full and needy.
Dev didn't need the warning but he appreciated it anyway, humming his approval around Rost's cock. He'd taken it slow enough tonight, it was time to drive it home so he pressed his lips more tightly around Rost's shaft and put his tongue to work as he started playing with his balls. They felt so hot and tight against his palm, that was a big enough hint on its own that Rost was about to come. He welcomed it, encouraged it, glancing up to meet his gaze as he took him deeper.
Even though they’d tasted one another several times before, a warning still seemed right, and it ended up benefitting him in the end anyway. Rost was helpless against the tidal wave of pleasure as Dev picked up the pace. His fingers tightened in Dev’s hair and Rost couldn’t help but buck up into his mouth a few times as his bodily instinct got away from him. The orgasm was sweet and hard, leaving Rost shivering and grinning toward the ceiling, every part of his body tingling and happy.
Dev licked Rost clean and peppered little kisses on and around his dick before he moved to snuggle back against his side. That content grin was contagious and he let out a little titter as he pressed a kiss to Rost's cheek. He moved his hand to cover Rost's cock under the blanket, not pressing or rubbing, just holding it there. It felt good against his palm and it was a form of intimacy that had nothing to do with sex, especially since he didn't use gloves with Rost anymore. With his free hand he stroked away a little bead of sweat from Rost's forehead, smiling warmly at him. "Tempted to tell Greer to come here if she doesn't wanna be alone," he murmured, too content to get up and leave tonight.
Rost enjoyed the prolonged attention, his body giving little twitches under Dev’s mouth. He shifted just enough to make room for Dev to cuddle in, re-settling comfortably with him, that lazy smile permanently etched onto his face. “Do it, then,” Rost murmured, absolutely pleased with that idea. He wished teleportation was a real thing, so Greer wouldn’t have to get out in the nasty weather to get to them, but he knew they would warm her right up once she got there. And maybe have another round of this. “I saw her yesterday, you were out. Having you both tonight would be beautiful.” He smiled a bit wider, then kissed Dev’s forehead.
Dev wished for a similar thing, that they possessed the kind of magic that could just summon Greer right to them, but alas. He gave Rost another lazy little smile before untangling from him to go find his phone. Greer might be busy and not want to come but the offer had to be made now that they both wanted her there. Maybe he would draw them after all, it wasn't too hard to imagine now that he was dry and warm and satiated in more ways than one.