Sass's Old Blog

Gavin wasn't entirely sure what had been in the thin stick Ryan had given him. "Watermelon." The elder King had said to the heir with a look that left no room for argument, and Gavin sucked on it, inhaling and holding the smoke in before letting it fizzle out from between his lips. Smoking wasn't a foreign concept to him, but what he'd had before was nothing like this. Now, they were sitting in Ryan's small private library in the plush oversized armchairs that decorated one corner of the room as Ryan read quietly, and Gavin sucked in another long hit before huffing out the smoke in the direction of Ryan. "Was that necessary?" Ryan looked up from his book, slightly bemused at the sight that greeted him of Gavin slumped in the chair, face flushed and mouth hanging open with the last of that hit's smoke trailing from his lips. Not that Ryan had intended to get him like that in the first place or anything. Gavin gave a long shrug, sucking at the stick again and pulling a small face. "S' almost all gone." He breathed out, the smoke curling out again, and his words a breathless whisper. Gavin felt like he was on fire- every touch or brush against something sent his brain racing- everything was good, just so good. Ryan closed his book, not caring about marking his page, and stood. "Then save some for me." He held out a hand, clearly expecting Gavin to hand over the stick, but instead found a warm hand slipped into his and yanking him down onto Gavin's lap. "I 'ave a better idea." Gavin mumbled, pulling the last of the stick into his lungs and then crushing his mouth against Ryan's, breathing the smoke into Ryan's open lips. Ryan accepted it, breaking away only to hold it for a tad and then yanking Gavin back in for another kiss, trading the smoke back. Ryan didn't smoke often, and the small room having filled up with smoke fairly quickly was already having its effect on him. They continued like this, kissing and holding, until there was nothing left to pass, and then Ryan took full control, pressing Gavin against the back of the armchair by his shoulders and biting his way down Gavin's neck, hands wandering downward. Gavin arched against every touch, not withholding a single noise, the perfect picture of wanting slut, and Ryan told him so, growling those words low in Gavin's ear. The smoke drifted, and was joined by Gavin's heavy pants as Ryan wrapped a firm hand around Gavin's cock and stroked the heir below him. "Ryan!" Gavin let the King's name slip, so close to orgasm, and the hand stilled, tight around the base, and Gavin let out a guttural groan just before Ryan's other hand closed around his throat. "That's King to you, my dear landless heir." Ryan waited for Gavin's weak nod, before releasing him and continuing with his ministrations, pulling Gavin up into another kiss before he could fully get his breath back. Gavin's body shuddered under Ryan as he came, fast and short, face red and sweaty, crying out into Ryan's even warmer mouth. A gentle tingle washed over him as he came down and Ryan broke the kiss, pressing a small peck to Gavin's forehead. "Good?" "Good. Really good." Gavin managed out in a whisper, closing his eyes and letting his head slump back, relaxing in the feeling of Ryan on his lap and the smell of watermelon in the air.