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a deeper blue-purple color tainted his cheeks while his eyebrows were furrowed up, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head with every move of your hand. his cock, was pretty, a decent girth, a prominent vein running down the side. he was sensitive, you noticed that early on.

with pre-cum pearling up at his tip, you hummed.

he let out a few noises, soft, muffled moans, whimpers, small shudders as his body trembled.

kissing the tip of his cock, he practically jolted out of his skin.

“what?” you laughed, meeting his widened eyes. “you..?” he trailed off, not seeming to find the right words.

“what? you think i’m just on my knees for fun?” you teased. pressing another kiss on the side of his cock.

you could practically feel his body tense; he swallowed.

“i’ve j—just..” he glanced away.

you didn’t let him finish; instead, your lips wrapped around the tip of his dick as if it were a lollipop.

his hips tensed, jolting slightly before he leaned his head back. a drawn-out moan, leaving his chapped lips, his mind fogged up quickly. the warmth of your mouth completely stopped his already crumbling train of thought.

all he could do now was moan.

he was so cute like this, really. your lidded gaze focused on his face, his hands trembled, moving to rest meekly at his thighs, his fingers digging into the fabric of his slacks in a poor attempt to get it together. instead, you leaned down, taking his cock completely in your mouth, your nose brushing against the coarse black hair that adorned the base of his cock.

his back arched, a guttural noise leaving his lips. saliva coated your lips, sucking and licking at his cock like a champ—and god, he had no idea how to handle this.

curses left his lips meekly; his eyes shutting tight.

he was going to cum, that coil in his lower belly curling up faster than he wanted to admit. it just felt so good, and as a man who’s been plagued by loneliness and cold for his whole life? this was something he didn’t know he needed.

your hands gripped the inside of his thighs, keeping them spread. he whimpered once more; the inexperience and sensation made him shake, his hips shaking as he pathetically thrusted up without rhythm.

as he glanced down at you with glassy eyes, you made eye contact with him. you reached up for his hand, moving it to rest on top of your head, then you winked. he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers hesitantly curling into your hair.

his lower stomach only curled tighter; he needed to cum. his balls tensed, and his cock twitched.

“i—i’m—“ he shuddered aimlessly. you batted your lashes, pulling away from his cock before you kissed his tip, your hand moving to jerk him off in a steady rhythm.

“you’re what, baby? use your words,” you teased, spitting back onto his cock to keep his skin lubricated.

he looked away, his grip on your hair tightening.

“..i’m—“ he tensed, “going to c—cum.” he gasped.

“yeah?” you giggled, moving your pressed your lips against his aching dick.

he tensed and nodded quickly, avoiding using his voice; it was going to waver, and he knew it.

you only hummed, wrapping your lips around his cock one more time, pressing your warm tongue against the side of his cock, it rubbed against the vein that adorned his side. he let out a pathetic little noise before you started to suck his cock, spit coating your lips and skin.

he didn’t need much stimulation, because just a few seconds later, his back arched off the couch. he tugged on the hair by your scalp; it stung, but you didn’t care.

given his grip, your face found itself nuzzled against his pubic bone. cum slipped out of his cock messily, filling your pretty mouth, and given his inexperience, his cum was milky—and a lot seemed to fill your mouth.

you gagged from surprise, but you instinctively swallowed, your eyes shutting as small tears collected at your lash line. he held you close to him, still riding his high in tremors, he thrusted up against your mouth sloppily, helping ride out the shocks of pleasure that held his muscles tense. then after, he practically fell limp against the couch, panting like a dog.

dazed, he looked down at you as you pulled away from his cock, spit and cum coated your chin, you wiped it away with the back of your hand before you blinked up at him.

he swallowed, straightening up quickly.

“oh, i’m so sorry—“ he quickly said, he hadn’t meant to you don’t like that.

tentatively, his hands moved to your hair, trying to smooth it out and make sure you were alright. it was sweet, you giggled, standing up on your two feet, you looked down at him before you moved to make yourself comfortable in his lap.

he flushed, his face burning hot as he looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, you sat on his lap like you owned it—and maybe you did. your arms wrapped around his neck, rubbing against the fabric of his clothes before you leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss on the side of his lip. pressing your body close to his. his hands nervously came to rest on your thighs, unsure of what to hold onto.

“it’s okay.” you hummed, rolling your hips against his.

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a sharp breath left his raw lips, his hand tangled in your hair as he guided you down his cock.

his back pressed against the shelves of the storage room, his head leaned back slightly as he stood, his shirt pushed up against his stomach, giving you a clear view of his happy trail down to his dick.

sitting pretty on your knees, your eyes were glassy.

“Ufxp,” (fuck) he shuddered, eyes shutting tight as he felt your lips tremble against your cock. his other hand moved to his lips, his hand moving to cup around his mouth, to cover his injured lips, all while he thrusted his hips against your lips.

his cock was bigger than you expected, filling your mouth and pressing against the back of your throat. considering how tall he was, it made sense—but that didn’t help cover the surprise when he originally tugged his cock out of his jeans. his cock was pretty too, uncut, yet girthy. veins that decorated his shaft, his tip a rosy color that made your mouth water. his hand was resting on your head in a vice grip, keeping your head in place, and he thrust his hips.

he was face fucking you.

his movements were shaky, desperate.

you guessed he was just as desperate for a blowjob as you were to give one; it was the end of the world, right? it didn’t really matter what you two spent your time doing.

his balls slapped against your chin, your throat constricting against his cock, your hands desperately gripped his thighs in a poor attempt to hold yourself together.

warm tears stained your face, not from pain, but from the intrusion of his cock down your throat.

he blinked down at you, his eyes lidded as he watched you take his cock like a champ. he swallowed.

“Blf ollp hl tllw orpv gsrh,” (you look so good like this), he sighed, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. it was true, you looked so pretty. your eyes were glassy, your spit coated your lips, your face flushed, your hair was messy, given how firm his grip was. it was hot, and a turn on.

you, on the other hand, didn’t understand a word that slipped past his bloodied lips, yet you didn’t care to find out.

your tongue pressed and licked at his cock, feeling his warm skin against your lips. you moaned.

he shuddered, moving his hand away from his mouth to move and grip your hair too, both hands now keeping you angled against his cock. his hands are guiding your head up and down his cock, fuck. his hips tensed, his lower belly tightening.

each thrust of your lips felt like a shock of electrifying pleasure down his cock, your nose pressed against his pubic bone as he consistently thrusted his cock down your throat with the same vigor as a hormonal teenager. jesus christ, he didn’t know how much he needed to get touched like this. the last time he got a decent blowjob was back in his home country, and considering how fucked the world currently was, he doesn’t remember when that was.

even then, no one has managed to make him feel this good.

your mouth was just so warm, so wet.

inviting and eager, he didn’t think anyone would think to find him attractive with how mutilated his lips had been, speaking of which. they were still healing, barely; they were raw, and just the smallest movements could make them open up again—the shar,p tangy taste of iron coated his mouth. there seemed to always be blood inside his mouth, so much so that he found himself used to the feeling.

he grunted, leaning his head back, feeling it rest against one of the many shelves behind him.

your tongue, coupled with the noises you made—the ones muffled by his cock—sent vibrations down his shaft, making him twitch and tremble in need.

as your hands gripped his thighs, your nails dug into his skin. your knees ached as you sat against the cold tile floor of the storage room. your hands moved to grip his hips. his skin was warm under your touch, his jeans hung loose against his thighs, he shuddered at your soft touch on his hips, and your thumbs pressed against his pelvis.

more words tumbled out of his lips, but admittedly, you had no idea what they meant.

his accent was thick, slavic, you guessed.

yet the language was so foreign to you that it sounded like gibberish, though you desperately wished you could understand him. at least his voice was warm.

your nails dug into the skin of his hips, a wince leaving his raw lips, as his hands moved from your hair to the shelves behind him, he gripped the wood in an attempt to keep himself together, but fuck. your mouth had his eyes rolling back like a slut.

he pressed his lips together, wanting to bite them, yet that was quickly proven to be a bad idea when his teeth dug into his wounds. the raw sting of his wounds, paired with you sucking his cock had his dick twitching in pleasure.

the coil in his stomach tightened.

“Ufxp, ufxp, ufxp!” (fuck, fuck, fuck!) he gasped.

his hand tangled against your hair again, squeezing at your scalp tighter than before, then he shoved your head down. hard. you choked around his cock—his cum spurting out, thick and milky, aimed right down your throat.

you gagged, caught by surprise at the sudden intrusion of your throat.

a guttural noise between a groan and a moan slipped past his bloodied lips before he gasped, his back arching.

his hips shuddered against your lips, fucking your face through his high.

your eyes only grew glassier, your throat constricting. yet, you took it like a champ, and after he rode out his high, his hand practically fell limp at his side, heavy breaths leaving his lips, his chest rising and falling quickly as he blinked in a daze.

you pulled away, his softening cock slipping past your lips as you coughed and caught your breath.

blinking, he looked down at you, a feeling of embarrassment curling in his stomach.

reaching out, he placed his hand on your head, this time petting your hair in a non-verbal attempt to apologize for how desperate he had been. you licked your lips and coughed once more, before you offered him a dazed smile.

“it’s fine,” you laughed hoarsely.

he looked away, eyebrows raising slightly before he shoved himself back into his pants quickly. his hand then moved to you, offering it to help you stand. you promptly took it. he pulled you up swiftly, catching you as you stumbled. his hands moved to cup your face—he took a better look at your fucked out face, his hands quickly wiping away the tears and spit from your face.

“Gszmp blf,” (thank you) he mumbled, voice strained.

he cleared his throat as you stared up at him, suddenly feeling a bit awkward under your gaze.

instead, your hands moved to your shirt, lazily tugging it off—your tits now exposed. his eyes darted back to you, quickly looking down, before his eyes widened at the sight. his eyes bugged out in surprise, his cock twitching back to life under the fabric of his unzipped jeans.

oh fuck.