Ficlet: A Taste of Vanilla
600ish words of Pinto PWP. NC-17. No clue where this came from or why or whatever.
His spit glands are going fucking nuts. It's insane the sheer amount of drool he's fighting to deal with, his tongue working around his mouth, searching blindly for every last taste of the dick that recently exited his mouth. It's gleaming as Zach's long, hair-dusted fingers fist it slow and tight, over and over again an inch or two above his working, salivating mouth. Zach's dick is so fucking pretty. Long and nicely heavy and that ridge, that meaty ridge that Chris imagines he can still feel heavy and throbbing along the length of his tongue.
Zach squeezes his fingers hard, milking a drop of precum out of his long, pouty piss slit,
“Close your mouth.”
Wiping it over Chris's lips heavily with the thick, shining tip of his cock.
“No tasting, just breathe it in. Open wide.”
The scent of pure, distilled Zach fills his nose and throat, and he can feel his own breath damp across his smeared mouth as he pants all over Zach's dick. Zach jacking himself faster now and Chris wishes he could look up and watch Zach's face losing control, the lips beginning to curl and grimace unconsciously but he can't look away, those hot, long fingers twisting deeply for a moment before the fast, jerky rhythm resumes. Chris's own hands tighten in on themselves, desperate to touch something, anything, his own aching, pleading dick, Zach's balls maybe, tight and tucked up near Chris's chin, or Zach's fuzzed, lean thighs holding his shoulders flat to the bed. Wanting to lay his mouth and tongue and hands all over Zach's dick or tight, clenching stomach but instead he curves his head back further, opens wider with his tongue thrust out patiently. He's not even listening to the low, hot soliloquy of filth Zach's grunting down at him any more, he's too focused, too cum hungry.
Zach's flawless dick flushes deeper, knuckles almost brushing his chin now with each swift stroke up and down, a pulse all along that hot, pretty length and Zach's hissing as his legs clamp down either side of Chris. A shouted curse and one long streak of jizz jets across his mouth, tongue and cheek before Zach's knuckles are almost punching him in the chin as the tip of this cumming, spurting cock is thrust between his waiting lips, shooting hard against the back of his throat. He swallows gratefully, his dick leaking with pathetic glee against his belly at every hot splash across his tongue, that long strip across his cheek starting to drip down the side of his face. He finally risks wrapping his lips tight around Zach for a deep sucking swallow, knowing Zach's too far gone to refuse it.
Now Zach's pulling out of his mouth, cum-covered fingers smearing it over his face and chin, dipping into his mouth for him to suck at as Zach sits back heavily across his chest, so heavy it's tough to breathe as he sucks on the fingers and tries not to shoot the second Zach's other hand finds his dick for a fast jerk off. But his legs spread and he fucks up into Zach's hand, nose and mouth filled with the musk and salt of Zach and he's shooting with a cry around the fingers fucking his mouth, his feet flexing hard against the sheets as he comes and comes.
Zach's legs, tight around his hips, pulling him over to land across Zach's chest, arms going around him tight. Mmm fucking yummy, he breathes it into Zach's neck, feels the muscles and tendons there contracting with a smile as his tongue goes to work, seeking each spare molecule of flavor he can find.
His spit glands are going fucking nuts. It's insane the sheer amount of drool he's fighting to deal with, his tongue working around his mouth, searching blindly for every last taste of the dick that recently exited his mouth. It's gleaming as Zach's long, hair-dusted fingers fist it slow and tight, over and over again an inch or two above his working, salivating mouth. Zach's dick is so fucking pretty. Long and nicely heavy and that ridge, that meaty ridge that Chris imagines he can still feel heavy and throbbing along the length of his tongue.
Zach squeezes his fingers hard, milking a drop of precum out of his long, pouty piss slit,
“Close your mouth.”
Wiping it over Chris's lips heavily with the thick, shining tip of his cock.
“No tasting, just breathe it in. Open wide.”
The scent of pure, distilled Zach fills his nose and throat, and he can feel his own breath damp across his smeared mouth as he pants all over Zach's dick. Zach jacking himself faster now and Chris wishes he could look up and watch Zach's face losing control, the lips beginning to curl and grimace unconsciously but he can't look away, those hot, long fingers twisting deeply for a moment before the fast, jerky rhythm resumes. Chris's own hands tighten in on themselves, desperate to touch something, anything, his own aching, pleading dick, Zach's balls maybe, tight and tucked up near Chris's chin, or Zach's fuzzed, lean thighs holding his shoulders flat to the bed. Wanting to lay his mouth and tongue and hands all over Zach's dick or tight, clenching stomach but instead he curves his head back further, opens wider with his tongue thrust out patiently. He's not even listening to the low, hot soliloquy of filth Zach's grunting down at him any more, he's too focused, too cum hungry.
Zach's flawless dick flushes deeper, knuckles almost brushing his chin now with each swift stroke up and down, a pulse all along that hot, pretty length and Zach's hissing as his legs clamp down either side of Chris. A shouted curse and one long streak of jizz jets across his mouth, tongue and cheek before Zach's knuckles are almost punching him in the chin as the tip of this cumming, spurting cock is thrust between his waiting lips, shooting hard against the back of his throat. He swallows gratefully, his dick leaking with pathetic glee against his belly at every hot splash across his tongue, that long strip across his cheek starting to drip down the side of his face. He finally risks wrapping his lips tight around Zach for a deep sucking swallow, knowing Zach's too far gone to refuse it.
Now Zach's pulling out of his mouth, cum-covered fingers smearing it over his face and chin, dipping into his mouth for him to suck at as Zach sits back heavily across his chest, so heavy it's tough to breathe as he sucks on the fingers and tries not to shoot the second Zach's other hand finds his dick for a fast jerk off. But his legs spread and he fucks up into Zach's hand, nose and mouth filled with the musk and salt of Zach and he's shooting with a cry around the fingers fucking his mouth, his feet flexing hard against the sheets as he comes and comes.
Zach's legs, tight around his hips, pulling him over to land across Zach's chest, arms going around him tight. Mmm fucking yummy, he breathes it into Zach's neck, feels the muscles and tendons there contracting with a smile as his tongue goes to work, seeking each spare molecule of flavor he can find.