SMUT-A-THON (3/7) - Mouth Play
Dom-ing Ellis in this'un. Oh yeah. <3
Ellis knew he had magical lips. He hadn't always known, in fact up until fairly recently it was safe to say he didn't fully know. Though… he had had an inkling from the first few girls he'd dated. The way they swooned real hard in his arms when he kissed 'em, or the way they just squirmed and writhed on the bed when he went down on them.
Nick wasn't a girl, but most of the basic principles were the same, really.
He'd also learned that he could get his lover to agree to just about anything with them.
A loud wet slurp sounded through the air as Ellis released the suction he'd had on the gambler's vermillion-tinged cockhead. He slowly drew his lips away, a strand of sticky saliva still connecting them before he lapped it up into his mouth with his tongue and swallowed. An amused, lopsided grin pulled across his features at the sight of his partner sprawled out over the dingy bed of the safehouse they'd sought shelter within that night. The man was flat on his back, save for where his legs hung off the mattress at the knees, his erection jutting up into the air like a steeple. His dress shirt, which he was still wearing, was splayed open to either side of him, and his elbow covered his face from the nose up where he had it thrown over his eyes. His mouth, however, still hung open from the groaning he had been doing ever since the Georgian had started.
"Enjoyin' yerself?" Ellis inquired as he pressed the cock to his stubbled cheek and gave the side of it a lingering kiss.
"Fuck…" the cardplayer swore in response. He shifted, removing his arm in order to sit up slightly and gaze down at him. The mechanic noted his green eyes were glassed with arousal and his normally-knotted brow was crinkled with pleasure rather than his typical hot-headed anger. "Those lips of yours feel magical…" he grated out.
Ellis turned his head a little more to let his tongue drag up the shaft, knowing the conman's eyes were locked upon him. He pressed the head back between his lips and murmured a knowing "Mmhmm…" around it.
Nick's hips buckled, the sound of bedsprings accompanying the motion. The southerner traced his tongue around the ridge, drawing more grateful moans from his partner which curled his lips at the corners in a smile. He'd gotten the man off several times with his mouth like this, sucking him to completion and swallowing down the warm bitter fluid.
But tonight he had different plans.
He let his lips separate from the organ again, ghosting a warm puff of air over the damp length as he bowed his head a little lower. Nick made some incomprehensible noise, and Ellis repositioned his legs which were crossed underneath him so they wouldn't fall asleep. He took a cautious nip of the ballsack the housed the other two components to the gambler's anatomy, gingerly tugging the skin with his teeth.
Nick responded with a small hiss.
Ellis nuzzled his face back into the genitals, letting the bridge of his nose cradle the underside of his lover's cock. He slid his tongue out to coax one of the testicles into his mouth, then sucked again gently, letting it roll around on his tongue.
"Ahh… fuck, fuck..."
He let the ovular organ slip free. "Like that?" he drawled.
"Jesus Christ, Ellis…" the older man's voice was a little haggard. "Yeah. Yeah, I kind of fucking do."
The mechanic gave a throaty chuckle at the admission, brushing his palms over the skin of his partner's boney hips. "Well, m'real happy tuh hear that, daaarlin'…" he held the term of endearment impishly, knowing it irked the gambler to be referred to that way.
"Less talking, more getting back to it," Nick grunted.
The man sure was impatient tonight. Could have had something to do with the near-death experience with the witch earlier in the day. Ellis gave his hip a soothing rub with his blunt fingers. "A'course," he responded agreeably as he returned to it, taking the other teste into his mouth. He crept his hand into the mat of dark curled pubic hair, twirling his digits about in it playfully, enjoying the subtle muscle spasms he felt beneath it each time he sucked. Nick's dick twitched in reaction to the stimulation to his gonads as well; Ellis watched it with attentive blue eyes… admiring the thick column that ran up the underside.
His own dick was plenty hard as well, straining uncomfortably against the unyielding fabric of his coveralls. And he couldn't wait to get it up inside the hot tight body of his partner who was currently fisting the unclean sheets in his hands, those golden bands glinting in the low light that filtered through the boarded windows.
Ellis withdrew with a sighing noise. He ran his palms down the furred muscular thighs, lightly kneading as he dipped his fingers to the inside. Nick hummed at the sensation, enjoying the impromptu massage, and the redneck carefully clasped the man by the back of each knee, pushing his legs upward until he could comfortably rest his elbows on the mattress, propping them in the position that exposed the older man to him. His pupils widened at the sight, overtaking his irises.
The cardplayer gave a grunt at the repositioning. "And just what do you think you doing, hm, sport?"
"Givin' yer engine a li'l rev…" Ellis murmured lowly as he moved forward again to take a swift lick of the space between the gambler's balls and anus.
Nick shuddered, but didn't protest further. Just as he knew the man wouldn't. He hadn't ever since the first time he'd done it, shown him how good it could feel. Ellis laved his tongue over the area again, this time taking the motion slower, letting his tongue flatten across it in a wide sweep and dragging his bottom lip along behind it. The conman just groaned, feet twitching in the air above him.
"Mmm… music to mah ears, sugar…" Ellis whispered against his lover's perineum. "Go on an' purr fer me…" he followed the request with another lap of his tongue.
The conman's chest rumbled just as asked, sending a thrill through the machinist. He loved that he could get Nick to make those kinds of noises, low and deep-- not at all high and pinched like a lot of girls got. He supposed he just had to write it off as a difference between the sexes, among other things. Ellis flexed his triceps to push his partner's legs higher, raising his backside a little more so he could trail the tip of his tongue over the pucker of the man's asshole.
"Unngh…" Nick grunted; Ellis could feel the tendons in his groin tense. He pressed a kiss to one side before going back for more, flicking his tongue repeatedly against the tightly sealed hole. "Ah… ah… ah…" the cardplayer fought for composure, but it wasn't hardly much use considering how many sensitive nerve endings the area had. Ellis resisted a smile by nipping the nearby skin gently.
"I can't-- ah-- I can't believe you love eating ass…" Nick spoke roughly; he'd returned his face to his elbow… likely this time to hide a blush. Because Nick hated blushing. Even though he did it every time he was on bottom.
Ellis chuckled at the statement with amusement. "It ain't so much that I love eatin' ass, honey," he pointed out matter-of-factly. "It's that you love gettin' your ass eaten."
The older man couldn't deny it, so he settled for a "Shut up, Ellis."
"It'd be mah pleasure," the southerner responded with politeness, giving a slightly harsher bite that made the man jump. He held his legs tighter. The Georgian then rolled his tongue out again to swirl it around the gradually loosening pucker… it was growing all the more pliant the more he coaxed it with his mouth, allowing him to stretch it out… tease it open. It was hot as fuck. Ellis took another circular gyration before plunging the wet muscle inside.
"Shit… shit..." the conman swore. But like a lot of his swearing in the bedroom, it was swearing that told him he was doing a very good job.
"Mm… mmm…" Ellis let himself hum, reaching his tongue in as deep as it would go, until his plush lips pressed flush against his lover's backside. He let the reverberations tease the older man a while longer, then began to slide his tongue rapidly in and out of his mouth… in and out of Nick… and the gambler just moaned all the more incoherently. His saliva glands began to produce more spit, making it all the easier to force his tongue inside, curling it this way and that. Ellis took a deep breath, the musk of his partner making his hips rock into the air longingly. He wanted to experience that tight clench around his cock… all the heat and pressure. He could almost taste it… literally.
"Chr-Christ…" Nick stuttered, his back arching off the mattress. The man didn't want to admit it, but it was obvious to Ellis that he wanted more. Just as he'd expected would happen.
He withdrew his tongue, quickly lapping up the excess spit threatening to form a dribble of drool along his crack. "Ya know, baby," he started almost conversationally, "I could reach a lot deeper with mah dick…" he delivered in his most seductive southern voice, but he still couldn't resist a grin from creeping over his jaw.
"Fuck you," was Nick's reply.
"Is'at a yes?"
"Just go get the lube," the conman groused. Ellis hopped up from where he had been seated on the floor, moving to go over to their supply bag. He fished around until he found the squeeze bottle of KY, a little necessity they had pilfered from some drug store another. Rate they were going, they'd need to take another trip soon. The southerner untied the knot made of his sleeves around his waist and was soon kicking the soiled coveralls off his feet-- they'd seen a lot of dirt in the shop before the apocalypse, but he couldn't say he'd ever gotten them quite as filthy as they were now, not even the time he dropped a whole pan of drained motor oil down the front. Certainly were faithful old girls, that he could say.
He dropped his fingers to the zipper on his jeans, taking the little metal tab between forefinger and thumb to draw it down decisively, so the sound of each tooth disconnecting was audible. He knew taking it slow like this would piss Nick off all the more, and to be honest, the more flustered and irritated the man was, the hotter he was to fuck.
"Are you going to make me wait around for this all day?" the gambler's voice rose; Ellis basked in the vexation apparent in the older man's tone.
"'Course not, sweetheart," he smiled innocently as he turned around. Nick had moved upward on the bed into a more comfortable position for their imminent coupling and Ellis couldn't help but admire him a moment. He sauntered over, removing his jeans on the way; the green eyes watched as he pulled the denim off his tush, then down his muscular thighs. "I was jus' thinkin'…" the machinist let the words hang as he folded his jeans. It wasn't something he normally did with any of his clothing when he undressed, but he was stalling in anticipation that the gambler couldn't go without knowing what he was going to say. Because although he often told him to shut up, it was much different when he himself shut up without being told.
"What?" Nick snapped.
A lopsided grin returned to the mechanic's face as he slid off his underwear as well, his thick sex bowing out into the air now that it had been freed of its confinement. Ellis coiled a hand around the base of it, his thumb and middle finger just barely long enough to touch at the tips around the girth, and he gave a couple slow strokes, Nick's gaze riveted. "Well… I was thinkin' maybe you should be the one tuh do the preppin' this time," he smiled, lifting the tube of lubricant in the other hand.
A scowl spread across the cardplayer's features. "Fine. Give it here."
Ellis grinned all the wider and tossed it the short span to him underhand.
Nick caught it, then lifted a sharp eyebrow at the distance he was maintaining. "Well, are you going to come over here so I can do this?" he asked impatiently.
The Georgian let his tongue flick out to wet his top lip. "Nuh uh. When I said you were preppin', I meant preppin' yerself…"
The green eyes blazed. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Nuh uh," he repeated, backing himself into the cushy armchair in the room. "In fact, m'jus' gonna sit here an' watch…" The hick gave another pointed stroke of his length.
"I. Hate. You," Nick stressed each word as he clicked open the cap.
"I still like you, Nick…" Ellis purred.
The gambler grumbled under his breath as he squeezed some of the clear gel onto two fingertips. He shut the bottle before hesitantly spreading his legs and moving them to the point of entry. The southerner felt his breath catch excitedly in his throat as Nick slid his digits up into himself, pumping them in and out a few times to swab the jelly around his insides. Ellis tugged on his dick harder, thoroughly turned on by watching the older man ready his ass for him.
The fingers made a squeltching noise as Nick yanked them out of his own backside. "There. Now get the goddamn hell over here," he hissed almost dangerously.
"A'right, a'right, m'gettin'!" the redneck chuckled as he stood from his seat. He wasted no time in crawling onto the bed and positioning his knees between his lover's hairy legs. He stopped short of penetrating him however, instead leaning over him to press a kiss against the older man's lips. "No need'ta be angry, darlin'…" he crooned soothingly, though the intention was much the opposite. He kissed him again, brushing his thick lips against the thinner pair sweetly. "You know m'gonna take gooood care of ya…"
"Just fucking--" Nick's words ground to a halt when Ellis pushed the head of his cock against his asshole. "Get inside me. Jesus fuck," he cursed, his composure shredding like tissue paper the more pressure Ellis applied but still didn't let it slip in. The green eyes underwent a rapid shift from rage to pleading. "Please. Okay? I'm fucking begging, is that what you wanted??"
"Aw, sugar, ya didn't hafta do that…" he hummed, dragging his lips down his jawline and down to his pulse point to suck on it. "But I do awful appreciate knowin' ya want me so much…"
Nick actually whined, a high-pitched noise Ellis hadn't even known the man could make. Even if he'd wanted to continue denying his partner he couldn't have. The southerner planted his toes and thrust his cock into Nick's hole, the resistance keeping him from getting too far. The conman gave a stuttering groan; Ellis however, grunted. Hurriedly he withdrew a bit so he could shove himself deeper, absolutely needing to bury the entirety of his prick into the man beneath him. Nick groaned again, the sound desperate and shaking.
It took several more rough pushes and ruts to finally get his fat length to the hilt, and by the time he had, the cardplayer was a mess underneath him, all choked cries and breathless gasps. Admittedly, Ellis usually eased the man into it a little more, but shit that sound Nick had made. He couldn't help that he'd momentarily gotten carried away.
"Easy, honey, easy…" he cooed, pinching his lover's earlobe with his lips.
What he hadn't expected to hear in return was the grated command, "Get. Moving. Now."
His arousal spiked hard. Ellis lifted up with his arms and quickly placed a palm on each of Nick's knees. He forced them wider, making the gambler spread for him before drawing back to the point where he nearly fell out. He fixed the man with a steely stare before slamming his pelvis to his backside; Nick gave a cry of mixed pleasure and pain, his sphincter tightening around his girth like a vice. The sensation gave the mechanic all the more reason to start a rhythm, sparing no amount of the strength in his legs to pound himself in and out.
The ravishing continued for the next several minutes, sweat building on the young man's brow as he exerted himself. Nick had gone slack long ago, completely submitting to the hard dicking Ellis was giving him, a fact that only served to excite the southerner more. While the gambler's cock was stiff, erect and leaking, the man made no move to stimulate it, leaving it neglected as it slapped against his stomach each time Ellis thrust. His abdomen began to coil, heat blooming in his lower portion as he ramped up towards climax with each rough roll of his hips.
"M'gonna fill you up, darlin'…" the mechanic murmured between a pant. Nick's head turned to the side, eyes wincing shut with obvious disgust and mortification. The expression made Ellis chuckle. "Dun worry, it won't stay up there long," he assured as he brushed his hands down the conman's shins. The Georgian then slipped his arms back behind Nick's legs to heft them up off the bed, and planted his palms next to each of the older man's ears, catching his legs in the crooks of his elbows. Nick gave a slightly pained groan, the new position obviously feeling good but at the same time stretching his old tendons taut. And damn did it make his ass tight too.
It definitely wouldn't take him much longer like this. Ellis took a deep breath and drilled himself down into his partner, motions getting more jerky and sharp as he neared orgasm. Finally he found himself there, his blue eyes going wide and mouth doing the same as he rammed himself balls-deep to deposit his seed into the conman's insides. His cock convulsed as the warm fluid shot out of his urethra in a few bursts, the sensation making him groan in utter pleasure.
He waited a few moments, catching his breath as his muscles twitched in delighted buzz. Man oh man, what a fuck. He lifted a hand to brush it through his sweaty hair, letting the older man's legs down and withdrawing his limp cock.
Nick meanwhile, lay as hard as ever, used but uncompleted. "I'm glad you had such a good time." His voice was haggard, throat a little dry and raw from all his previous outbursts.
Ellis' blue eyes twinkled and he pat the man's thigh. "Relax, you'll get yours soon." He took another deep breath and paused to stretch his arms above his head, relishing the pleasant afterglow running through his veins, purposefully making Nick wait for it. He then smirked back at his partner and took him by the legs to drag him to the edge of the bed once more.
Nick hissed at the resulting fabric burn on what was probably an already plenty sore backside. But the mechanic had his legs back up in the air in a jiffy, lowering himself to the floor so he could stare eye-level at the place he had so roughly claimed. It was definitely dilated from its former pucker, though in short time it would return to how it once was, the area red from irritation. A trail of semen was already dribbling out and down his crack. Ellis gave a quick lick of his lips and dove for the substance, laving his tongue across the salty skin, tasting the even saltier tang of his own ejaculate. He wound his tongue along the open hole to clean it, Nick giving more shudders and moans at the stimulation that failed to see him to his end but remained pleasurable.
Carefully Ellis dipped his tongue inside, pursing his lips to provide a light suction. Eagerly he gulped down the creamy cum, and when he was convinced he'd gotten it all back out of him, he lifted his head. "See? What'd I tell ya?" he grinned, having made good on one of his promises.
"You're giving me a really good case of blue balls," Nick growled, some of his fire obviously returning now that he wasn't being pounded into the mattress.
"Okay, okay, hold yer horses," Ellis laughed the colloquialism. His blue eyes flicked up to the gambler's swollen cock. "This what yer wantin'?" he asked before sliding his lips back over it.
The groan, Ellis assumed, was answer enough.
The mechanic allowed himself to bob on the length, keeping a firm pressure with his lips as he did so. The older man had put up with quite a lot that evening; Ellis supposed he deserved a little something for that. The Georgian let the muscles in the back of his throat relax and dipped low, restraining his gag reflex as the head pushed past his epiglotis. Nick gasped, hips jutting upward, but Ellis took the motion, swallowing around it.
"Oh God, Ellis…" the cardplayer shook. His head fell back as his hips thrust again.
"Mmm… mmhmm…" Ellis let his throat vibrate around the dick lodged within it. He sucked and slurped, running his tongue all along the underside, urging the man to finally achieve his completion within his mouth.
Nick's hips stuttered and Ellis drew back to catch the load on his tongue. There was a whole hell of a lot of it… it just seemed to keep coming… pumping out of his partner in thick jets. Patiently the southerner waited until he had it all before withdrawing, the cock slipping out from his lips.
"F-fucking sh-shit…" the conman's voice still tripped as he threw his arm back over his face to recover. Ellis smiled, standing to lean over him. Nick allowed their lips to connect in a kiss…
…and Ellis let the jizz drizzle into his partner's waiting mouth.
He'd never heard the man splutter or curse him out louder.
Ellis knew he had magical lips. He hadn't always known, in fact up until fairly recently it was safe to say he didn't fully know. Though… he had had an inkling from the first few girls he'd dated. The way they swooned real hard in his arms when he kissed 'em, or the way they just squirmed and writhed on the bed when he went down on them.
Nick wasn't a girl, but most of the basic principles were the same, really.
He'd also learned that he could get his lover to agree to just about anything with them.
A loud wet slurp sounded through the air as Ellis released the suction he'd had on the gambler's vermillion-tinged cockhead. He slowly drew his lips away, a strand of sticky saliva still connecting them before he lapped it up into his mouth with his tongue and swallowed. An amused, lopsided grin pulled across his features at the sight of his partner sprawled out over the dingy bed of the safehouse they'd sought shelter within that night. The man was flat on his back, save for where his legs hung off the mattress at the knees, his erection jutting up into the air like a steeple. His dress shirt, which he was still wearing, was splayed open to either side of him, and his elbow covered his face from the nose up where he had it thrown over his eyes. His mouth, however, still hung open from the groaning he had been doing ever since the Georgian had started.
"Enjoyin' yerself?" Ellis inquired as he pressed the cock to his stubbled cheek and gave the side of it a lingering kiss.
"Fuck…" the cardplayer swore in response. He shifted, removing his arm in order to sit up slightly and gaze down at him. The mechanic noted his green eyes were glassed with arousal and his normally-knotted brow was crinkled with pleasure rather than his typical hot-headed anger. "Those lips of yours feel magical…" he grated out.
Ellis turned his head a little more to let his tongue drag up the shaft, knowing the conman's eyes were locked upon him. He pressed the head back between his lips and murmured a knowing "Mmhmm…" around it.
Nick's hips buckled, the sound of bedsprings accompanying the motion. The southerner traced his tongue around the ridge, drawing more grateful moans from his partner which curled his lips at the corners in a smile. He'd gotten the man off several times with his mouth like this, sucking him to completion and swallowing down the warm bitter fluid.
But tonight he had different plans.
He let his lips separate from the organ again, ghosting a warm puff of air over the damp length as he bowed his head a little lower. Nick made some incomprehensible noise, and Ellis repositioned his legs which were crossed underneath him so they wouldn't fall asleep. He took a cautious nip of the ballsack the housed the other two components to the gambler's anatomy, gingerly tugging the skin with his teeth.
Nick responded with a small hiss.
Ellis nuzzled his face back into the genitals, letting the bridge of his nose cradle the underside of his lover's cock. He slid his tongue out to coax one of the testicles into his mouth, then sucked again gently, letting it roll around on his tongue.
"Ahh… fuck, fuck..."
He let the ovular organ slip free. "Like that?" he drawled.
"Jesus Christ, Ellis…" the older man's voice was a little haggard. "Yeah. Yeah, I kind of fucking do."
The mechanic gave a throaty chuckle at the admission, brushing his palms over the skin of his partner's boney hips. "Well, m'real happy tuh hear that, daaarlin'…" he held the term of endearment impishly, knowing it irked the gambler to be referred to that way.
"Less talking, more getting back to it," Nick grunted.
The man sure was impatient tonight. Could have had something to do with the near-death experience with the witch earlier in the day. Ellis gave his hip a soothing rub with his blunt fingers. "A'course," he responded agreeably as he returned to it, taking the other teste into his mouth. He crept his hand into the mat of dark curled pubic hair, twirling his digits about in it playfully, enjoying the subtle muscle spasms he felt beneath it each time he sucked. Nick's dick twitched in reaction to the stimulation to his gonads as well; Ellis watched it with attentive blue eyes… admiring the thick column that ran up the underside.
His own dick was plenty hard as well, straining uncomfortably against the unyielding fabric of his coveralls. And he couldn't wait to get it up inside the hot tight body of his partner who was currently fisting the unclean sheets in his hands, those golden bands glinting in the low light that filtered through the boarded windows.
Ellis withdrew with a sighing noise. He ran his palms down the furred muscular thighs, lightly kneading as he dipped his fingers to the inside. Nick hummed at the sensation, enjoying the impromptu massage, and the redneck carefully clasped the man by the back of each knee, pushing his legs upward until he could comfortably rest his elbows on the mattress, propping them in the position that exposed the older man to him. His pupils widened at the sight, overtaking his irises.
The cardplayer gave a grunt at the repositioning. "And just what do you think you doing, hm, sport?"
"Givin' yer engine a li'l rev…" Ellis murmured lowly as he moved forward again to take a swift lick of the space between the gambler's balls and anus.
Nick shuddered, but didn't protest further. Just as he knew the man wouldn't. He hadn't ever since the first time he'd done it, shown him how good it could feel. Ellis laved his tongue over the area again, this time taking the motion slower, letting his tongue flatten across it in a wide sweep and dragging his bottom lip along behind it. The conman just groaned, feet twitching in the air above him.
"Mmm… music to mah ears, sugar…" Ellis whispered against his lover's perineum. "Go on an' purr fer me…" he followed the request with another lap of his tongue.
The conman's chest rumbled just as asked, sending a thrill through the machinist. He loved that he could get Nick to make those kinds of noises, low and deep-- not at all high and pinched like a lot of girls got. He supposed he just had to write it off as a difference between the sexes, among other things. Ellis flexed his triceps to push his partner's legs higher, raising his backside a little more so he could trail the tip of his tongue over the pucker of the man's asshole.
"Unngh…" Nick grunted; Ellis could feel the tendons in his groin tense. He pressed a kiss to one side before going back for more, flicking his tongue repeatedly against the tightly sealed hole. "Ah… ah… ah…" the cardplayer fought for composure, but it wasn't hardly much use considering how many sensitive nerve endings the area had. Ellis resisted a smile by nipping the nearby skin gently.
"I can't-- ah-- I can't believe you love eating ass…" Nick spoke roughly; he'd returned his face to his elbow… likely this time to hide a blush. Because Nick hated blushing. Even though he did it every time he was on bottom.
Ellis chuckled at the statement with amusement. "It ain't so much that I love eatin' ass, honey," he pointed out matter-of-factly. "It's that you love gettin' your ass eaten."
The older man couldn't deny it, so he settled for a "Shut up, Ellis."
"It'd be mah pleasure," the southerner responded with politeness, giving a slightly harsher bite that made the man jump. He held his legs tighter. The Georgian then rolled his tongue out again to swirl it around the gradually loosening pucker… it was growing all the more pliant the more he coaxed it with his mouth, allowing him to stretch it out… tease it open. It was hot as fuck. Ellis took another circular gyration before plunging the wet muscle inside.
"Shit… shit..." the conman swore. But like a lot of his swearing in the bedroom, it was swearing that told him he was doing a very good job.
"Mm… mmm…" Ellis let himself hum, reaching his tongue in as deep as it would go, until his plush lips pressed flush against his lover's backside. He let the reverberations tease the older man a while longer, then began to slide his tongue rapidly in and out of his mouth… in and out of Nick… and the gambler just moaned all the more incoherently. His saliva glands began to produce more spit, making it all the easier to force his tongue inside, curling it this way and that. Ellis took a deep breath, the musk of his partner making his hips rock into the air longingly. He wanted to experience that tight clench around his cock… all the heat and pressure. He could almost taste it… literally.
"Chr-Christ…" Nick stuttered, his back arching off the mattress. The man didn't want to admit it, but it was obvious to Ellis that he wanted more. Just as he'd expected would happen.
He withdrew his tongue, quickly lapping up the excess spit threatening to form a dribble of drool along his crack. "Ya know, baby," he started almost conversationally, "I could reach a lot deeper with mah dick…" he delivered in his most seductive southern voice, but he still couldn't resist a grin from creeping over his jaw.
"Fuck you," was Nick's reply.
"Is'at a yes?"
"Just go get the lube," the conman groused. Ellis hopped up from where he had been seated on the floor, moving to go over to their supply bag. He fished around until he found the squeeze bottle of KY, a little necessity they had pilfered from some drug store another. Rate they were going, they'd need to take another trip soon. The southerner untied the knot made of his sleeves around his waist and was soon kicking the soiled coveralls off his feet-- they'd seen a lot of dirt in the shop before the apocalypse, but he couldn't say he'd ever gotten them quite as filthy as they were now, not even the time he dropped a whole pan of drained motor oil down the front. Certainly were faithful old girls, that he could say.
He dropped his fingers to the zipper on his jeans, taking the little metal tab between forefinger and thumb to draw it down decisively, so the sound of each tooth disconnecting was audible. He knew taking it slow like this would piss Nick off all the more, and to be honest, the more flustered and irritated the man was, the hotter he was to fuck.
"Are you going to make me wait around for this all day?" the gambler's voice rose; Ellis basked in the vexation apparent in the older man's tone.
"'Course not, sweetheart," he smiled innocently as he turned around. Nick had moved upward on the bed into a more comfortable position for their imminent coupling and Ellis couldn't help but admire him a moment. He sauntered over, removing his jeans on the way; the green eyes watched as he pulled the denim off his tush, then down his muscular thighs. "I was jus' thinkin'…" the machinist let the words hang as he folded his jeans. It wasn't something he normally did with any of his clothing when he undressed, but he was stalling in anticipation that the gambler couldn't go without knowing what he was going to say. Because although he often told him to shut up, it was much different when he himself shut up without being told.
"What?" Nick snapped.
A lopsided grin returned to the mechanic's face as he slid off his underwear as well, his thick sex bowing out into the air now that it had been freed of its confinement. Ellis coiled a hand around the base of it, his thumb and middle finger just barely long enough to touch at the tips around the girth, and he gave a couple slow strokes, Nick's gaze riveted. "Well… I was thinkin' maybe you should be the one tuh do the preppin' this time," he smiled, lifting the tube of lubricant in the other hand.
A scowl spread across the cardplayer's features. "Fine. Give it here."
Ellis grinned all the wider and tossed it the short span to him underhand.
Nick caught it, then lifted a sharp eyebrow at the distance he was maintaining. "Well, are you going to come over here so I can do this?" he asked impatiently.
The Georgian let his tongue flick out to wet his top lip. "Nuh uh. When I said you were preppin', I meant preppin' yerself…"
The green eyes blazed. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Nuh uh," he repeated, backing himself into the cushy armchair in the room. "In fact, m'jus' gonna sit here an' watch…" The hick gave another pointed stroke of his length.
"I. Hate. You," Nick stressed each word as he clicked open the cap.
"I still like you, Nick…" Ellis purred.
The gambler grumbled under his breath as he squeezed some of the clear gel onto two fingertips. He shut the bottle before hesitantly spreading his legs and moving them to the point of entry. The southerner felt his breath catch excitedly in his throat as Nick slid his digits up into himself, pumping them in and out a few times to swab the jelly around his insides. Ellis tugged on his dick harder, thoroughly turned on by watching the older man ready his ass for him.
The fingers made a squeltching noise as Nick yanked them out of his own backside. "There. Now get the goddamn hell over here," he hissed almost dangerously.
"A'right, a'right, m'gettin'!" the redneck chuckled as he stood from his seat. He wasted no time in crawling onto the bed and positioning his knees between his lover's hairy legs. He stopped short of penetrating him however, instead leaning over him to press a kiss against the older man's lips. "No need'ta be angry, darlin'…" he crooned soothingly, though the intention was much the opposite. He kissed him again, brushing his thick lips against the thinner pair sweetly. "You know m'gonna take gooood care of ya…"
"Just fucking--" Nick's words ground to a halt when Ellis pushed the head of his cock against his asshole. "Get inside me. Jesus fuck," he cursed, his composure shredding like tissue paper the more pressure Ellis applied but still didn't let it slip in. The green eyes underwent a rapid shift from rage to pleading. "Please. Okay? I'm fucking begging, is that what you wanted??"
"Aw, sugar, ya didn't hafta do that…" he hummed, dragging his lips down his jawline and down to his pulse point to suck on it. "But I do awful appreciate knowin' ya want me so much…"
Nick actually whined, a high-pitched noise Ellis hadn't even known the man could make. Even if he'd wanted to continue denying his partner he couldn't have. The southerner planted his toes and thrust his cock into Nick's hole, the resistance keeping him from getting too far. The conman gave a stuttering groan; Ellis however, grunted. Hurriedly he withdrew a bit so he could shove himself deeper, absolutely needing to bury the entirety of his prick into the man beneath him. Nick groaned again, the sound desperate and shaking.
It took several more rough pushes and ruts to finally get his fat length to the hilt, and by the time he had, the cardplayer was a mess underneath him, all choked cries and breathless gasps. Admittedly, Ellis usually eased the man into it a little more, but shit that sound Nick had made. He couldn't help that he'd momentarily gotten carried away.
"Easy, honey, easy…" he cooed, pinching his lover's earlobe with his lips.
What he hadn't expected to hear in return was the grated command, "Get. Moving. Now."
His arousal spiked hard. Ellis lifted up with his arms and quickly placed a palm on each of Nick's knees. He forced them wider, making the gambler spread for him before drawing back to the point where he nearly fell out. He fixed the man with a steely stare before slamming his pelvis to his backside; Nick gave a cry of mixed pleasure and pain, his sphincter tightening around his girth like a vice. The sensation gave the mechanic all the more reason to start a rhythm, sparing no amount of the strength in his legs to pound himself in and out.
The ravishing continued for the next several minutes, sweat building on the young man's brow as he exerted himself. Nick had gone slack long ago, completely submitting to the hard dicking Ellis was giving him, a fact that only served to excite the southerner more. While the gambler's cock was stiff, erect and leaking, the man made no move to stimulate it, leaving it neglected as it slapped against his stomach each time Ellis thrust. His abdomen began to coil, heat blooming in his lower portion as he ramped up towards climax with each rough roll of his hips.
"M'gonna fill you up, darlin'…" the mechanic murmured between a pant. Nick's head turned to the side, eyes wincing shut with obvious disgust and mortification. The expression made Ellis chuckle. "Dun worry, it won't stay up there long," he assured as he brushed his hands down the conman's shins. The Georgian then slipped his arms back behind Nick's legs to heft them up off the bed, and planted his palms next to each of the older man's ears, catching his legs in the crooks of his elbows. Nick gave a slightly pained groan, the new position obviously feeling good but at the same time stretching his old tendons taut. And damn did it make his ass tight too.
It definitely wouldn't take him much longer like this. Ellis took a deep breath and drilled himself down into his partner, motions getting more jerky and sharp as he neared orgasm. Finally he found himself there, his blue eyes going wide and mouth doing the same as he rammed himself balls-deep to deposit his seed into the conman's insides. His cock convulsed as the warm fluid shot out of his urethra in a few bursts, the sensation making him groan in utter pleasure.
He waited a few moments, catching his breath as his muscles twitched in delighted buzz. Man oh man, what a fuck. He lifted a hand to brush it through his sweaty hair, letting the older man's legs down and withdrawing his limp cock.
Nick meanwhile, lay as hard as ever, used but uncompleted. "I'm glad you had such a good time." His voice was haggard, throat a little dry and raw from all his previous outbursts.
Ellis' blue eyes twinkled and he pat the man's thigh. "Relax, you'll get yours soon." He took another deep breath and paused to stretch his arms above his head, relishing the pleasant afterglow running through his veins, purposefully making Nick wait for it. He then smirked back at his partner and took him by the legs to drag him to the edge of the bed once more.
Nick hissed at the resulting fabric burn on what was probably an already plenty sore backside. But the mechanic had his legs back up in the air in a jiffy, lowering himself to the floor so he could stare eye-level at the place he had so roughly claimed. It was definitely dilated from its former pucker, though in short time it would return to how it once was, the area red from irritation. A trail of semen was already dribbling out and down his crack. Ellis gave a quick lick of his lips and dove for the substance, laving his tongue across the salty skin, tasting the even saltier tang of his own ejaculate. He wound his tongue along the open hole to clean it, Nick giving more shudders and moans at the stimulation that failed to see him to his end but remained pleasurable.
Carefully Ellis dipped his tongue inside, pursing his lips to provide a light suction. Eagerly he gulped down the creamy cum, and when he was convinced he'd gotten it all back out of him, he lifted his head. "See? What'd I tell ya?" he grinned, having made good on one of his promises.
"You're giving me a really good case of blue balls," Nick growled, some of his fire obviously returning now that he wasn't being pounded into the mattress.
"Okay, okay, hold yer horses," Ellis laughed the colloquialism. His blue eyes flicked up to the gambler's swollen cock. "This what yer wantin'?" he asked before sliding his lips back over it.
The groan, Ellis assumed, was answer enough.
The mechanic allowed himself to bob on the length, keeping a firm pressure with his lips as he did so. The older man had put up with quite a lot that evening; Ellis supposed he deserved a little something for that. The Georgian let the muscles in the back of his throat relax and dipped low, restraining his gag reflex as the head pushed past his epiglotis. Nick gasped, hips jutting upward, but Ellis took the motion, swallowing around it.
"Oh God, Ellis…" the cardplayer shook. His head fell back as his hips thrust again.
"Mmm… mmhmm…" Ellis let his throat vibrate around the dick lodged within it. He sucked and slurped, running his tongue all along the underside, urging the man to finally achieve his completion within his mouth.
Nick's hips stuttered and Ellis drew back to catch the load on his tongue. There was a whole hell of a lot of it… it just seemed to keep coming… pumping out of his partner in thick jets. Patiently the southerner waited until he had it all before withdrawing, the cock slipping out from his lips.
"F-fucking sh-shit…" the conman's voice still tripped as he threw his arm back over his face to recover. Ellis smiled, standing to lean over him. Nick allowed their lips to connect in a kiss…
…and Ellis let the jizz drizzle into his partner's waiting mouth.
He'd never heard the man splutter or curse him out louder.