Rian’s tongue caught between his teeth as he lowered his eyes with an embarrassed sound. “Speak for yourself, Mr. Louis,” he lilted softly, and caught Damon’s hand, turning his head to press his mouth into Damon’s palm. “I should be saying that to you.”
Damon’s heart practically purred with the deep contentment running through him. “Most people don’t say things like that ’bout men like me.”
“I don’t care what most people say,” Rian whispered, and flicked his tongue against Damon’s palm. “It’s how I feel.”
So how do you feel about me, then?
But Damon couldn’t ask—couldn’t break this when that question would turn all razor edges and spikes again. So he only leaned down and caught Rian’s mouth, coaxing it away from Damon’s hand until he could have those lips all to himself, plying them and tasting those words, taking his time until Rian trembled so satisfyingly underneath him, responding to him so pliantly there was no doubt that no matter how Rian might feel about Damon...he at least wanted him with an equal desire.
Yet Damon still needed to hear it, still needed to steal that affirmation from Rian’s hot, flickering tongue, and Damon caught Rian’s upper lip in his teeth, nibbling gently at the little bud of flesh at the center before lashing his tongue against it with a whisper. “...you wanna let me in, Ri? You wanna feel me inside you again?”
“Oh, God.” Rian let out a ragged little groan, arching his body against Damon’s, sleekness sliding against him. “Why do you have to be so...so...”
“Crass?” Damon teased with a grin.
“...intimate,” Rian admitted, hoarse and velvet-gritty. “You say the most filthy things, and they shoot right through me.”
“Yeah?” Pleasure flushed through Damon, and he stole another nibble of that sweet sugar-candy mouth before drawing back, unable to stop his grin from widening. “Let’s see how it feels when I do a few filthy things to you, too.”
“What are you—oh!”
Rian let out a startled, entirely cute sound as Damon slid down his body; fuck, if they weren’t in a goddamned car out in public he’d rip that flimsy outfit right off Rian, but he satisfied himself with pushing his wrap open and dragging his camisole up over his stomach so Damon could press his mouth over the smooth, slightly curved expanse. He kissed and nipped and bit above and below and around Rian’s navel—and held his hips firmly still even as Rian squirmed and whimpered with every sucking bite, every faint pink mark Damon left on his skin, always working lower and lower toward the waist of his jeans and ever aware of the hardness straining against the denim only inches away from his mouth.
His watering, hungry mouth, and fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer to taste Rian, couldn’t hold back, and he caught Rian’s zipper and dragged it down, thumbing the button of his jeans open. Underneath Rian had on another pair of those damned skimpy briefs, cut to flatter his narrow hips and dipping low below the lines of sleek sinew arrowing down to his pelvis, dark lavender because of course Rian Falwell matched his briefs to his fucking wraps; of course. But while Damon took in how hard Rian was, straining against his briefs, a wet spot spreading against the fabric and marking where the head of his cock twitched and pulsed and swelled against the material...
“S-stop,” Rian whispered, and Damon tensed, ready to pull away, to ask Are you all right? until Rian turned his face to the side, hiding his mouth against his upthrust shoulder. “Stop...stop staring at me...”
“Can’t help it,” Damon rumbled, that grin creeping back. “You’re damned good to look at...but I want more than just looking. Can I taste you, Ri?”
Rian swallowed—then closed his eyes, lashes black wispy fans above his reddened cheeks.
And he nodded, a single gesture that gave Damon free rein to just...
Touch.
With a hungry growl, he caught the waist of Rian’s briefs in his teeth, dragging them down, flicking his tongue out to taste the salty wetness soaked into the cloth before he let them go to snap against Rian’s hips and upper thighs, leaving the swollen, hardened pinkness of his cock bare, glistening with dripping runnels of pre-come. Damon ran his fingertips lightly along Rian’s full length, just to watch his cock buck; just to watch how Rian jolted, tossing his head back with a low cry, arms coming up to clench his fists to either side of his shoulders and his lips parted and so very, very flushed.
Yeah.
Goddamned beautiful.
And Damon didn’t want to stop until he had his fill.
He licked his wet-gleaming fingertips, stealing another taste of Rian, bittersweet and warm—before he stopped whetting his appetite and gave in to his hunger, dipping down to close his lips over the head of Rian’s cock.
That thrumming, soft voice filled the back of the Jeep, echoing off the walls as Damon teased at Rian’s cock-head, taking it no deeper and only focusing his attention on the flared fullness of it, the dripping tip, the warmth of it resting on his tongue and pressing against the sides of his cheeks as he worked over its shape, teased his tongue under the lip of it, suckled at it lightly just to feel another flood of salty clear fluid spilling over his tongue in little sharp bursts.
While Rian writhed.
Moaning helplessly, legs jerking against the briefs and jeans trapping his thighs, Rian moved in wild and restless ways underneath Damon, his spine sinuous and twisting, his fingers grasping at Damon’s shoulders, digging in and dragging, pulling up handfuls of his shirt only to relax and go loose as if he’d lost all strength the second Damon found a sensitive spot that made his voice rise higher and higher, again and again. Every lick seemed to make Rian more tense underneath him, every suckling motion making his tremors deeper, every stroke of Damon’s lips turning Rian’s voice huskier, hotter—until it broke as Damon probed his tongue into the slit at the tip, searching for that salty flavor at the source.
“N-no—no!” Rian cried, jerking harshly, digging his fingers into Damon’s hair. “Damon—Damon!”
Damon drew back slowly, carefully, taking in several breaths, his chest hurting and binding up with it as he looked up at Rian from below. “Don’t like that?”
“I... I...” Rian licked his lips, opening his eyes, their hazel depths glazed, darkened and smoldering. “I...like it too much, I don’t...you’re...you’re doing all the work, and I just...”
“You ain’t some pillow princess, Ri.” Damon grinned, rubbing his cheek against Rian’s cock and watching how Rian shuddered convulsively, his lips going slack, his eyes hazing over. “You’re indulging me, is all. ’cause God damn do I love watching you move.”
And he proved his point by dragging his tongue over Rian’s cock from base to tip, tasting every inch of him, and relishing the sensation of Rian’s fingers tightening in his hair, digging in deep while those needy, molten cries rang around him like the most enticing fucking music he’d ever heard.