Gasping in surprise, Brian wrapped his arms around Andrew’s neck. His arse was set down on the countertop a moment later and Andrew pressed against his knees.
“Let me,” Andrew moaned.
Without thought, Brian spread his legs and Andrew slid in between them so they were pressed chest to chest again. Kissing resumed, deeper and more possessive. Brian dragged his fingers through Andrew’s hair, tilted his head and delved further into his mouth. Every single moan and whine he made, Brian caught and held, doing everything he could to make more. Somehow, Brian’s legs ended up hooked up over Andrew’s hips, his ankles locked together at his arse. Andrew pushed his groin into him, his hard cock rubbing deliciously over Brian’s dick, balls and a bit lower when he hitched his thighs up a bit higher.
Oh god. The epic wank came back to him in high definition picture and sensation. The ticklish thrill of playing with his hole and the power of his orgasm with his finger inside himself. Brian whimpered and shoved himself harder at Andrew’s dick.
“Jesus,” Andrew gasped. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“Trying to get your pants to dissolve so your dick can come out and play.”
“Good grief, I’ve created a monster.”
Brian shook his head. “No. Just unleashed it.”
“And somehow, I don’t care.” Andrew kissed him some more.
Within the next couple of minutes, both of their pants were opened and their underwear shoved down enough to expose hard, hot cocks. Brian wrapped them up together in one hand and Andrew’s strangled groan at the sensation was only drowned out by his own. He simply held them tight, thumb stroking up and down their shafts.
“Why does that feel so good?” Andrew panted.
“Don’t analyse, just enjoy.”
Andrew laughed. “Yes, Dr. Stagliano.”
His title in Andrew’s low, rough voice was an aphrodisiac all on its own and Brian shuddered. He started stroking up and down them, brushing his thumb over their crowns when he got to the top. Andrew’s breathing got unsteady and he pressed his face into Brian’s neck, pleading with him to never stop. Brian didn’t know if he could, or even if he could keep going until the end. It was already too much. So many jolts and shots of pleasure riffling up and down his dick, through his balls and taint. His belly quivered and his thighs trembled. Both of them were leaking and he used that to slick his hand’s passage.
“Gonna come,” Andrew warned.
“Do it.”
Shaking his head, Andrew ground out. “Messy.”
“Don’t care. Come for me.”
He did a moment later, muffling a shout in Brian’s chest as he shot hot, thick streaks over Brian’s hand and shirt. Brian’s whole body jerked at the sight and scent and sound. He’d always liked his own come but had discovered he rather liked Andrew’s as well. Didn’t mind getting it on himself, or the smell or feel. Would he like the taste of it?
While Andrew shivered against his shoulder, Brian lifted his hand and very tentatively touched his tongue to a streak of come. Salty and earthy and it made his cock kick and his balls tighten.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Andrew swooped in and kissed him, his tongue pushing in and lapping at Brian’s, as if seeking the flavour of himself.
Brian felt shaky and far too aroused to be coherent. He had Andrew’s come in his mouth and he was so okay with that it was scary. Andrew was also very okay with that, and with taking charge as Brian reeled. He kissed his way down Brian’s neck and over his white and blue checked button down, gently guiding Brian to lie back. They had to shove a few containers aside on the counter so Brian could stretch out, but when he was, Andrew shoved his shirt up, exposing his belly and ribs. Andrew covered them with kisses and licks and nips, working his way downwards.
Oh. Oh, was he? Brian didn’t dare hope so he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms up over his head so he wouldn’t be tempted to try to direct Andrew’s course. It didn’t matter because the most amazing thing happened a moment later.
Andrew’s lips grazed the head of Brian’s rock hard cock and Brian sucked in a startled breath. And another when Andrew kissed down his shaft and, after a second’s hesitation, nuzzled into his pubic hair.
“Ugh, I must smell of sweat.”
“Whatever. I like it.” Andrew took another breath, then licked his dick some more, like it was a big lollipop. It was working. Working very well.
Brian writhed, lifting and shifting his legs restlessly as lightning coiled in his balls and the base of his shaft, building up a heroic charge. He gripped the edge of the counter behind him, needing something solid to hang on to, especially when Andrew got bold enough to open his mouth and engulf his cock head.
“Shit, oh fuck, Andrew!”
Andrew chuckled around his fucking dick and it felt like Brian’s whole body was chuckling, but in a really bloody aroused way. Which turned into a deep thrum in his veins as Andrew drew him in further and further and then pulled back, sucking as he went. Brian was voiceless. His mouth was open but nothing was coming out. He was barely getting enough air in, breaths coming in short pants, like he was going to give birth or something. Then Andrew cupped his balls and rolled them.
Brian’s toes curled and a soft keen escaped. “Yes,” he managed. “Yes, please. Please. Yes.”
Pulling all the way off, Andrew laughed and moved up to kiss him. Brian could barely return it, too focused on the heat gathering in his nuts.
“Is it okay?” Brian asked shakily. “Do I taste all right? Do you wanna stop?”
Andrew smirked. “You taste great and I don’t want to stop.” To prove it, he disappeared from Brian’s field of vision and his mouth returned to where it had been and double-timed his sucking bobs.
It didn’t take long after that. Brian pressed a hand over his mouth to keep the debauched noises in and to keep from commanding Andrew to finger his hole. He didn’t need it, even if he wanted it, and sure enough, the pressure hit breaking point when Andrew sucked up hard and squeezed his balls at the same time.
The orgasm felt like it went forever, rocking through him in waves that slowly ebbed, leaving him a pile of wrecked bones on the countertop.
“You okay?” Andrew asked what could have been seconds or hours later.
Brian mustered up a dazed, “Yeah.”
A kiss was pressed to his slack lips and then Andrew started tucking his spent dick away and doing up his pants. With a monumental effort, Brian lifted his head and looked down his body.
“Where’s my come?”
Andrew grimaced. “I swallowed it.”
That expression wasn’t comforting. “Was it not good?”
“It was all right, but I wasn’t going to let you come in my mouth.” He gestured around them. “Then I thought, this is the kitchen. I didn’t want to really mess it up like that.”
Brian stared at him, then let his head flop back down. “Next time, swallow because you mean it, dork.”
Andrew grabbed Brian’s wrists and hauled him up to sitting. He leaned in and kissed him. “Next time, I will.”
“Good.” Brian licked into his mouth, not finding what he wanted.
“I washed my mouth out,” Andrew confessed. “You’ve been out of it for a couple of minutes you know.”