#luce jansen

Beyond the noise of water dripping from the leaky utility faucet, Luce can easily make out the hushed chatter of people milling around outside. Every little half muffled moan he makes and every breathy laugh Felix smothers against his stomach feels amplified in his ears. Any time the door so much as shudders in its frame Luce feels the chill of anticipating roll down his spine.

God help him if someone does investigate one too loud noise and finds Luce getting sucked off in a fucking janitor’s closet in the damn high school.

Like he and Felix were no better than hormone-addled teenagers who sneak off between classes or during football games for a sloppy kiss and a clumsy handjob. Good Lord. He could only be so grateful that there wouldn’t be any actual teenagers accidentally finding out.

No, it’d just be one of his classmates who he hadn’t seen in fifteen years. Luce could imagine that conversation: Hey Harvey, how are ya, don’t mind the dick being out my boyfriend wanted to try something risky and he’s just completely irresistible to me. How’s the whole religious thing going for you?

Yeah, no. If Luce went down in their memories as that one horny guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants, he’s determined to never see these people again.

His nerves weren’t helped knowing his hands, bound tight by his own belt to some old wire shelving, wouldn’t be able to cover himself up either.

Below Felix presses the flat of his tongue against his still clothed cock and any thoughts about trying to clamber up the rickety shelves to shimmy out of the high window in an emergency escape attempt quickly fly out of his mind. Right, yeah. He’s still got Felix between his legs teasing him through his underwear. Can’t forget that.

“You’re mighty distracted right now, babe, you’re gonna hurt my feelings.” Felix nips at his skin, putting only enough pressure from his knife sharp fangs to jerk all of Luce’s attention back to him. “Wanna change things up? I could play with your balls if you want. Or if you’re tired of me focusing down here, I could make my way back up to mess with your chest.”

Luce lets his chin thump against his shirt bunched up around his neck. “I could just go for that blow job you promised me, honey.”

“Boring.” Felix snickers. He skims his lips along the bulging line, stopping at the quickly growing wet spot from the weeping head. “If you’re worried about getting caught, don’t be. I promise I’ve got one ear out for any suspicious sounds out there.” The teasing tone drops off to something more gentle. “I’ve got you, Luce. Like I always do, yeah?”

Warmth radiates from Felix as he looks up at him with a closed lipped smile, his expression conveying nothing but confidence and determination. It’s enough to make Luce sag, the metal shelves clunking noisily with the motion. He’s nervous, that biting forefront of anxiety crawling ever present under his skin, but with Felix it’s less apocalyptic end of his life and more an embarrassing, but surmountable, obstacle he can handle.

Luce returns the smile and does his best to stroke Felix’s cheek by tilting his leg closer against his face as a gesture of the depth of trust he feels for him.

“Yeah, I know, honey,” Felix’s smile widens, his teeth peeking out, and he presses a quick kiss to the side of Luce's thigh. “But it is getting a tad uncomfortable for me down there, so if you could--”

“Oh alright, you’ve been good anyway.”

Grin shading towards mischief, Felix hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and tugs them off all in one go. His cock bobs free, the head a severe, blushing red with a milky bead of precum crowning the top.

Felix smears it down the shaft with the edge of his thumb in one quick pump that sends a jolt of excitement rushing through him. If it’d been hard for Luce before to contain his moans having Felix mouth’s against his chest and on his stomach and through his underwear, stopping the moan itching at the back of his throat from feeling Felix’s twist the base of his cock was a damn near impossibility.

Luce shudders. Felix’s mouth is on him now, tonguing a wet line up the underside, pausing briefly to flick at the metal piercing on his fernum, before wrapping his lips around the head. Watching the larger piercing glinting at the head of his cock disappearing behind Felix's lips does something that makes his entire insides flop.

Avoiding jerking the metal shelving with each twitch that spasms through his body proves difficult. Every time Felix swallows another inch of him, his hips jerk forward. Each time Felix thumbs that tender spot at the base, breathy moans stutter out.

They’re making an increasing amount of noise between the metal shelving complaining against all of the movement and his own poorly repressed throaty groans.

Felix pauses once to swoop up fast and seal their mouths together. It’s gone quiet outside, and Luce thinks he hears someone whisper a concerned Did you hear that? He can’t pay it more mind than that when he’s more focused on the dizzying taste of his own salt and musk on Felix’s tongue.

A folded belt placed between his teeth stops him from whining for no, please, kiss me again when Felix finally breaks the kiss.

“Here, you can bite down on my belt if it helps. As hard as you like,” Felix winks and crouches back down to return his mouth to Luce’s cock.

This time, Felix takes nearly half of him down in one go.

Heat curls and bubbles at the center of his belly, burning its way down the length of his thighs. He tries to focus away from the fire to the pressure of Felix’s fingers gripping into the meat of thigh. He tries to anchor himself away from the warmth squeezing around him to the curls of black hair he can barely make out in the dimness of the room and the faint smell of the hair product that clings to it.

Light and citrusy, a little vanilled. Sweet and intoxicating.

His teeth dig hard into the supple leather when Luce finally bottoms out. Felix is careful with him, even now, to avoid scraping his teeth along the shaft and to massage and soothe away the tension making his thighs tremble. His eyes continuously look up at him, checking his face, checking his reaction, before flickering back down.

The moan he makes around the belt sounds something like Felix’s name, but mostly sounds like a desperate plea.

“That’s it, cum for me, baby,” Felix says encouragingly after he pops his cock out. “I can take it, just cum in my mouth, alright?”

All Luce can manage is a wordless nod.

Felix smiles without mischief, with only a touch of sincere love sparkling in his amber eyes, and he takes him again. Hands working and twisting in tandem with each bob of Felix’s head, his tongue pressed tight against the underside of Luce’s cock, the heat in his belly twists and churns tight and needful.

It twists, it twists, until Luce feels like he might end up bent out of shape, all kinks and turns, at the end of this.

And he releases.

Heat rushes through him then out of him, Felix now still and stroking him through the very last, weak shudder that leaves him feeling spent and boneless. Felix angles him with a look of tender amusement, like watching Luce be breathless and fucked out and kept steady only by the metal shelves was the best sight he’s ever seen.

A dribble of cum seeps out of the corner of Felix’s mouth and Luce wants nothing more to brush it away himself.

“Ewve gut schum cum nyur mouf.”

Intelligent.

At least Felix removes the belt -- dimpled now with the impression of his teeth -- kindly.

“One more time for the ones in the back, love.”