Before he could either argue or agree though, the bony foot that he’d been working on slipped from his grasp. For a moment, Rudy’s toes poked against his upper thigh and he wondered if One was going there again; this thing for experimentation and “complex masturbation” never went in Too’s favour. But then the foot jerked upwards and before he knew it the pad of his big toe was tapping against his mouth.
“Go on, it’s not crispy, an’ you know it.”
The heavy lidded look that he gave Rudy was one of protest and resignation. It was the standard look that he wore, to be honest, but he did as he was told. Opening his mouth slowly so that the warm, slightly rough, toe rested against the inside of his bottom lip, his lip pulled down a little with the weight of the foot that was connected to it. He’d had his toes sucked before, or at least, they’d had their toes sucked. No one had offered to put his feet in their mouth since he’d been living separately. He remembered the feeling now, as he closed his mouth around Rudy’s toe, his tongue just pressing against the tip and tasting salt.
Rudy groaned, sank even lower in his seat. Too took that as encouragement and opened his mouth again to work more toes in. It was like being swallowed by a soft, wet, black hole; he remembered that much. He could see how One grasped the worn cushions of the seat as Too reached up to hold his foot and massage his thumbs across the arch again.
It was crossing that messy blurry line, but they’d made it that blurry, smudging it over the floor of their bedroom, across that sofa, on top of the camp beds in this storeroom, and each time it made more sense. There was no mistaking that they were going to be heading that way again now. His mouth was big and Too eased his lips over the knuckles of One’s toes as the other melted into the seat with a moan.
Maybe if he could both get him horny enough and relax him enough he wouldn’t be the one that would feel sore in the morning for a change.
I. LOVE. YOU. This is just the right balance of sexy and funny and a little bit gross and it's all SO PERFECTLY RUDY that I can't even function. Thank you <3 <3 <3!
“Go on, it’s not crispy, an’ you know it.”
The heavy lidded look that he gave Rudy was one of protest and resignation. It was the standard look that he wore, to be honest, but he did as he was told. Opening his mouth slowly so that the warm, slightly rough, toe rested against the inside of his bottom lip, his lip pulled down a little with the weight of the foot that was connected to it. He’d had his toes sucked before, or at least, they’d had their toes sucked. No one had offered to put his feet in their mouth since he’d been living separately. He remembered the feeling now, as he closed his mouth around Rudy’s toe, his tongue just pressing against the tip and tasting salt.
Rudy groaned, sank even lower in his seat. Too took that as encouragement and opened his mouth again to work more toes in. It was like being swallowed by a soft, wet, black hole; he remembered that much. He could see how One grasped the worn cushions of the seat as Too reached up to hold his foot and massage his thumbs across the arch again.
It was crossing that messy blurry line, but they’d made it that blurry, smudging it over the floor of their bedroom, across that sofa, on top of the camp beds in this storeroom, and each time it made more sense. There was no mistaking that they were going to be heading that way again now. His mouth was big and Too eased his lips over the knuckles of One’s toes as the other melted into the seat with a moan.
Maybe if he could both get him horny enough and relax him enough he wouldn’t be the one that would feel sore in the morning for a change.
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