Rory mirrored Sebastian, until they were at the top of the bed. A beam from the floodlight lit up the top of the mattress, right where Sebastian’s cock bobbed.

“I wanna see your face,” Sebastian murmured.

Rory nodded and ducked down. The light shone on him, but when he looked up, he couldn’t see Sebastian’s face hidden in the dark. Sebastian brushed his fingers through Rory’s hair, smoothing the wayward strands away from his face.

“God, you’re hot … I wanna dirty that mouth of yours.”

Rory licked his lips, then swooped down for Sebastian’s erection. He moaned and sucked more of the masculine taste of Sebastian into his mouth.

Hands were in his hair, pressing it down, and he looked up into the darkness, and Sebastian moaned. He was completely exposed, had a literal spotlight on him, but he didn’t shrink away, he embraced being Sebastian’s focus.

Rory’s stomach felt all tickly, and his cock throbbed in desperate need of a stroke.

“Yeah, look at me…”

Sebastian grabbed Rory’s face, hand on either cheek, squeezing while Rory worked his cock. It stretched his cheek, and Sebastian pressed against it.

“God, I can feel my cock in your mouth.”

Rory groaned and kept moving his head forward and back, rubbing Sebastian’s cock against his inner cheek while Sebastian rubbed the outside. He was huge, and the tightness stung, but it felt good. He didn’t care that his jaw was bound to ache the next morning, or care that he was dribbling. Sebastian grunted and groaned, and lifted his hips off the bed.

Rory adjusted his technique, slid his lips up and down, as deep as he could go, until the inevitable happened. Sebastian surged forward, a moan vibrated through his body and along his cock. Rory felt it quiver in his mouth, then it started spurting. He swallowed everything, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and surged up for Sebastian’s lips. Palms pressed against his chest, keeping him at bay.

“No.” Sebastian panted.

“No what?”

“No kissing.”

Rory couldn’t hide his hurt, and Sebastian pressed on the wrinkles on his forehead. “You’re cute…”

“Why no kissing?”

“I do kiss, just not on the lips.”

He slotted his hands underneath Rory’s armpits, then encouraged him to stand. He wobbled as he got to his feet, then clutched the top bed. Sebastian tore his boxers down, and they dropped to his ankles.

Heat from Sebastian’s mouth ghosted his cock, and Rory whimpered. He glanced down and Sebastian laughed, then licked at the pre-cum pooling out. He groaned at the taste and lapped more from the source.

“Fuck.”

Rory dropped his head to the mattress, and muffled his cursing. He couldn’t look, looking was too much. Sebastian teased with the tip of his tongue, wiggling Rory’s slit.

Rory shuddered wildly, and a soft whine left his lips.

“Please.” he murmured.