Calix repositioned himself, bringing his mouth so close to Rhett's ass his hot breath danced over Rhett's skin. His wet, warm tongue lapped at Rhett's right nut. Oh, that felt…good. Really good. His ball disappeared into Calix's mouth, and he let out a most undignified squeal. Who knew that was a thing?
He moved his hands restlessly. He needed something to hold on to, something other than Calix. The urge to fist his hair and force him to keep his mouth at his groin was almost too strong to resist. Bad bed etiquette for sure.
Calix delicately rolled his ball in his mouth, sucking until it almost hurt, but oh, such a good hurt. Sweat pearled on his body. Rhett's other nut got the same treatment, and he all but bucked from the bed. He grabbed a pillow, his knuckles white with how firmly he clenched it in his fists.
Finally, Calix let go, and Rhett wanted to cry and beg for more. But before he even had the chance to formulate words, Calix's mouth traveled lower. And so did his tongue, taking a first tentative lick over Rhett's hole. Ohgodohgodohgod. Calix was gonna rim him. The dirtiest, sexiest act ever, but the one thing he'd always sought out in porn.
Another lick. Rhett squished the pillow to his face so it would muffle his moans. This could become so embarrassing. He was sure Calix wouldn't mind, but his neighbors might object to a sex audio show.
And then Calix dug in, and Rhett screamed into the pillow. Calix's tongue was hot and wet, licking and lapping at his hole. His mouth kissed, sucked, made straight out love to it until all Rhett's nerves began and ended in his ass, and every single one of them was on fire. He rocked his ass back, shamelessly pressing it against Calix's face, forcing his tongue deeper in. Calix's low chuckle rumbled against his skin.
"You like that, sweetheart?"
If the man thought Rhett could form words right now, he was sorely mistaken. His best effort was another moan, one so long and dirty and needy it was downright wanton. Not a word he would've ever associated with himself, but here he was. It seemed Calix had his answer. He dove right back in, thrusting his tongue inside him until Rhett was squirming on the bed.
And when he stopped and Rhett thought he'd get a little respite, Calix moved on…to his cock. No foreplay, no coy licks or kisses. No, he sucked it straight in, deep into his… Was he in his throat? Why wasn't he gag—
"Oh fuuuuck…" Rhett moaned, clamping the pillow so hard against his mouth he feared he would choke on it. "It's too… Please!"
Was he begging? It seemed so, though he didn’t even know for what, exactly. For more. For this to never, ever stop, even though he was hurtling toward the edge of coming, and he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold it back.
And the best thing? Even amid his tidal wave of sensations, he still registered that Calix took pleasure as much as Rhett. His swallows were eager, and he made these little happy hums in his throat as he feasted on Rhett's cock, and they were the most beautiful sounds in the world.
Calix sucked him in until Rhett's whole cock disappeared into his mouth, and Rhett wanted to watch, but he couldn't. His arms wouldn't hold him. Besides, if he didn't cling to that pillow, he'd…melt. Or combust. Or both. As it was, his body tingled and throbbed and shuddered, the telltale signs his orgasm was impending, and all the pillows in the world wouldn't stop it.
"Calix, I can't… I have to…"
Calix didn't say anything—a bit difficult with his mouth full of cock—but he didn't stop either. That meant it was okay, right? That it was okay to come? It had better be because this was it. His hips were twitching, his muscles quivering, and his balls high and tight. His body ached with the need to come.
And then Calix hummed around his cock again, and Rhett lost it. He cried out as he came, unloading down Calix's throat. The orgasm obliterated him, making him go deaf and blind as intense pleasure barreled through him. All he could do was let go, surrender to it, until he lay panting and shaking, a happy puddle of man.
Calix pushed himself up, licking his lips, a devilish gleam in his eyes. Seeing his cum on Calix's face made Rhett moan all over again. Holy fuck, that was hot. Seriously hot. Even hotter was when Calix dove on top of him and claimed his mouth. He tasted his own release on his tongue, and what should have been gross or at least weird instead felt incredibly right. Like they'd shared something no one else had. Intimacy all over again, and wasn't that the most astounding discovery?
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The kiss was dirty, Calix deliberately transferring some of Rhett's cum back into his mouth. Matthew had hated it the one time Calix had tried it, but when he pulled back a little and Rhett's eyes lit up, Calix surged deep into his mouth again, kissing him until Rhett's flavor was gone, replaced with his usual sweetness.
"How did you like that, sweetheart?" he whispered.
Rhett raised an eyebrow. "I always considered you a smart man, but if you have to ask me that after that, I may have to change my opinion."
Calix laughed. "I love it when you get cheeky with me."
Rhett grinned as well. "Well, I loved what you just did to me, so I guess that makes us even."
Calix pulled him close, and they both turned onto their sides. "I hope you took mental notes. I'll test you on this soon."
"Mmm, not sure if I'm ready for the test yet, teacher. Maybe you should show me a few more times, just to make sure."
"Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime."
'"Thank you for everything you're showing me."
"No, no thanks, remember? You can't thank me for sharing all this with you. It makes it sound cheap, which it's not. It means too much for that."
"I didn't mean it like that. I meant…" Rhett sighed, a long, drawn-out breath. "I don't think I understood what sex is. Or how it can be. You're proving to me how beautiful it is."
"What had you expected?"
"I don't know, but not this. I guess I thought it would be…messier. Crude. Like, just horniness and chasing some basic needs. Maybe because all I knew was porn."
"Porn can be very paint-by-numbers. Kissing, hand job, blow job, maybe some rimming, anal, orgasm. Real-life sex is… It's spontaneous. Surprising."
"Intimate. That was what I kept feeling, how intimate it was. Not just swapping body fluids, but so much more."
"It is if you do it with the right partner."
"How long did you and Matthew wait before you had sex?"
Calix loved him for asking, for so easily accepting Calix's past. Too many people were afraid to mention Matthew, but never Rhett. Not even in bed after they'd just had sex. "A week. We met, had one date, and the next time we hung out, we had sex."
"Good sex?"
Calix smiled at the memory. "After a rough start, yes. Matthew was… he was a bear in terms of body type, and it took him a little while to confess he preferred to bottom. Most men he'd hooked up with had expected him to top. Once we got past that hurdle, our sex life got really good."
"I asked Levar about how to decide who does what, and all he said was it usually solved itself. Not very helpful."
"In the beginning, it's hard. When you're just starting to have sex, I mean. But after you've hooked up a few times, it does become easier, and you can usually work it out with a few words. But would you ever want to top me?"