Jazz curled himself around Devin, his arm draped protectively over Devin's waist as he nuzzled Devin's shoulder. Sleep threatened to overtake him, his body still overly warm from the couple of glasses of wine he'd had over dinner.
"Hey, Devin...?" he murmured before he could stop himself, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Yeah, dude?"
Jazz felt his body heat up with just those two words; the sleepy, yet reassuring tone of Devin's voice. Hearing it over video chat never did it justice to what it sounded like in person; how one word from Devin could make him ache with need.
"You know how we um... how we talked about your -- your powers?" Now or never, he told himself. He knew he shouldn't ask. Knew that Devin using those abilities of his probably had some sort of negative effect on his boyfriend, but --
Devin's eyes popped open, flashing near yellow as a predatory smirk made its way across his lips. "Want me to try?" he asked without hesitance, laying on his side and propping his head up with one hand. The smirk never left his face -- in fact it only grew wider as Jazz only managed to nod in response, his voice momentarily stuck deep within his throat.
His voice shook itself loose a moment later as he felt the slightest pressure along his throat and moving down his chest. At the same time, invisible hands pinned his wrists to the bed.
"Oh god," Jazz managed. "You're -- that's you?"
"Yep," Devin answered, leaning forward and brushing his lips against Jazz's. "Want me to keep going?" he asked, that slight pressure growing heavier as it sank lower on Jazz's body.
"Yes." Jazz strained against the invisible hold on his wrists, finding his own arousal growing when he realized Devin could absolutely do whatever he wanted to him. When he realized he would be denied the opportunity to touch Devin back -- to break that look of concentration on his face.
When he felt invisible fingers wrap around his length, he closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan. The sensation changed mid-stroke and Jazz writhed on the bed, opening his eyes only to have them meet with Devin's. "Feel good?" Devin breathed, leaning forward and kissing Jazz's neck.
"Feels like you're --"
"Giving you head?"
"Yes," Jazz gasped, rolling his hips. A whine escaped him as the sensations suddenly stopped. "Keep going --!"
"Don't want you to come just yet," Devin snickered. "Didn't know I could control how it felt like that 'til just now, so..." He continued to tease Jazz's throat with his lips, his fingers dancing over Jazz's nipples. "Gonna take my time so I can watch you squirm, a little..."
Another impatient noise escaped Jazz at that. "Goddamnit, Devin, I --" the rest of his protest died on his lips as he felt those electrical fingers all over again, the swirl of a non-existent tongue against the head of his cock.
"Hey, Devin...?" he murmured before he could stop himself, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Yeah, dude?"
Jazz felt his body heat up with just those two words; the sleepy, yet reassuring tone of Devin's voice. Hearing it over video chat never did it justice to what it sounded like in person; how one word from Devin could make him ache with need.
"You know how we um... how we talked about your -- your powers?" Now or never, he told himself. He knew he shouldn't ask. Knew that Devin using those abilities of his probably had some sort of negative effect on his boyfriend, but --
Devin's eyes popped open, flashing near yellow as a predatory smirk made its way across his lips. "Want me to try?" he asked without hesitance, laying on his side and propping his head up with one hand. The smirk never left his face -- in fact it only grew wider as Jazz only managed to nod in response, his voice momentarily stuck deep within his throat.
His voice shook itself loose a moment later as he felt the slightest pressure along his throat and moving down his chest. At the same time, invisible hands pinned his wrists to the bed.
"Oh god," Jazz managed. "You're -- that's you?"
"Yep," Devin answered, leaning forward and brushing his lips against Jazz's. "Want me to keep going?" he asked, that slight pressure growing heavier as it sank lower on Jazz's body.
"Yes." Jazz strained against the invisible hold on his wrists, finding his own arousal growing when he realized Devin could absolutely do whatever he wanted to him. When he realized he would be denied the opportunity to touch Devin back -- to break that look of concentration on his face.
When he felt invisible fingers wrap around his length, he closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan. The sensation changed mid-stroke and Jazz writhed on the bed, opening his eyes only to have them meet with Devin's. "Feel good?" Devin breathed, leaning forward and kissing Jazz's neck.
"Feels like you're --"
"Giving you head?"
"Yes," Jazz gasped, rolling his hips. A whine escaped him as the sensations suddenly stopped. "Keep going --!"
"Don't want you to come just yet," Devin snickered. "Didn't know I could control how it felt like that 'til just now, so..." He continued to tease Jazz's throat with his lips, his fingers dancing over Jazz's nipples. "Gonna take my time so I can watch you squirm, a little..."
Another impatient noise escaped Jazz at that. "Goddamnit, Devin, I --" the rest of his protest died on his lips as he felt those electrical fingers all over again, the swirl of a non-existent tongue against the head of his cock.
Devin could do this all night, couldn't he?
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