Ángel slid off Oberon’s lap to his knees, stroked up Oberon’s thighs, parting them. He nibbled Oberon’s stomach through the fabric of that hateful crisp black shirt, and then pushed the shirt up to press his open mouth to Oberon’s flat abdomen.

“Ángel,” murmured Oberon, his hands gently stroking into Ángel’s hair.

Ángel licked and nibbled the lustrous suede-like skin that covered Oberon’s abdomen, hairless and strange and delicious against his tongue. He undid Oberon’s belt and zipper, and Oberon lifted his hips to let Ángel slide his pants down. His penis bobbed free, erect but not large.

He took the moment to examine him. The rosettes turned into red-brown ringlets on his cock, like a raccoon’s tail. The skin was rougher at the base, napped like velvet, but smooth and shining-slick on the shaft and tip. Ángel nuzzled him, pushing his legs apart and licking his body, his balls, probing with his tongue, sucking. Oberon moaned. His head had fallen back against his chair, his pelvis canted up to give Ángel better access.

“You can get a little bigger, baby,” Ángel whispered, and watched. Oberon’s dick pulsed, swelled before his eyes. Longer, thicker through the length, while the head stayed relatively small. Silky and flushed. “Nice,” said Ángel. “Right there.”

Ángel sucked the tip of the cock into his mouth, then slowly went all the way down, pulling him all the way in. It was smoother than a human penis. Small roundish head, widening to a thick bulge on the shaft that opened Ángel’s mouth. No foreskin, but the skin on the whole shaft was satiny and slightly loose, and Ángel moved it with his lips and tongue, up and down. Oberon liked it slow.

Moisture flooded Ángel’s mouth. Not spurting from the tip of Oberon’s cock—he wasn’t coming—but the whole length, tip to base, flushed with slippery moisture, musky-sweet. Ángel sucked, swallowed. He could taste Oberon’s pleasure, take it into himself. Ángel’s mind whirled; he felt drunk, painfully aroused. The lube kept coming out of Oberon’s skin, too much for him to take in, so he let it flow out of his mouth as he bobbed his head, and at the same time grappled his own jeans open. He pulled up long enough to gather a handful of lubrication from Oberon’s weeping cock and began to jack off with it, sucking Oberon back into his throat while steadily working his slickened fist on his own dick.