Frepäänin is life

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“I’ve wanted you in so many ways, you don’t even know…” Kevin slipped out from Freppa’s embrace, off the bed on his knees in front of it. He opened Freppa’s jeans and stared at the dick for a moment. It wasn’t hard yet, barely half way so. It looked different from this close. The tip slightly darker, some hair on the balls and that hint of a happy trail above it on Freppa’s stomach. Very faint hair. Kevin admired it for a moment more. For many moments. The subject of his dreams. Kevin on the other hand was already feeling it getting tighter in his pants, just at this sight of Freppa.

Kevin looked up at Freppa, kneeling between Freppa’s spread legs. He had never imagined to ever find himself in a position like that. So devoted. Hopelessly existing for Freppa’s pleasure. His mouth watered.

He touched Freppa again, took the cock in his hand, wrapped his fingers around it in full. He was warm. It took just a few movements of his hands for it to harden in his grip. And he looked even more beautiful like that. Kevin was definitely hard now. If only he could have that cock inside him forever. The foreskin was small, but visible. Freppa’s cock was so well formed.

There was no discomfort from the hard flooring under his knees and his own arousal only added to the sensation. “Can I fulfill that dream?”

“You already are”, Freppa swallowed.

“I am…”, Kevin muttered. “I have never done this before. How do I?”

“You’re going to be the end of me”, Freppa muttered. “I’ll guide you.”

His question had given Freppa a reaction too. Kevin wanted to please Freppa without caring for his own pleasure. It sounded good to himself, to just please Freppa. Be good. Freppa would like that. Freppa deserved it.

“Use your tongue”, Freppa instructed. His hands were already gripping the sheets. Kevin hadn’t started yet…? “Yeah, just the tip—yes.”

Freppa tasted like himself. So far Kevin had only gotten a taste of Freppa’s lips, of Kevin’s own… when Freppa had eaten him out. The memory of Freppa fucking him with his tongue made him blush. Kevin was exactly where he wanted to be.

“How are you so perfect?” With long strokes Kevin started licking over Freppa’s cock, tried to use the full of it, made it wet. It didn’t take long for Freppa’s breathing to tense up. Kevin looked up at him, a little different while he was kneeling and so deep between Freppa’s legs. “Kevin..”

“This is good?”

“You’re so good.”

“What else did you dream about?”

Kevin retracted his tongue, tried to do what felt right. Getting his lips over Freppa’s tip. Oh fuck that was nice, oh fuck Freppa was so good.

“This… a lot of this”, Freppa hissed.

Kevin leaned deeper on Freppa’s cock, tried to move his tongue a little and played with Freppa’s tip, while it was inside his mouth, bobbed his head. It allowed him free range with his tongue, sucking and licking over Freppa while also trying slowly to get it deeper and deeper in his throat. He was getting better at this!

“Kevin, fucking take it in.”