"Look, it’s gonna take that dude 15 years before he realises what he’s missing. He’s missing a lot, because you’re fucking magic. If that’s too long to wait, I can get Lemmy from Motorhead to cut off his cheeks with a straight razor. Totally up to you."
[ It's fantastic, all this sex talk with himself, listening to himself moan. It's like he knows exactly what to do, exactly how to thrill Ray. He growled around Ray's nipple, but there wasn't any biting--he'd abused that poor thing more than enough. So he sucked, and purred, suckled and licked, and then he rocked a little further forward, a little more...
Sucking, moaning around Ray's nipple as Ray stroked his cock, moving over to the other delicate nub and gaining another few inches, a little more space. He sucked a little harder on that one, and just as he thought he had Ray at his most fragile, he went for it.
He threw Ray onto his back hard, jumped up on top of him and sat down hard, rocking down against Ray's hips. His own erection was stiff and free and pointing up into the air, could take an eye out if they weren't explicitly careful. Hey, that might be an idea. But Lew was laughing, ducking down and licking at Ray's chest, sucking bites down across Ray's sternum and ribcage, his head moving down again with pure determination, because the only reason Ray was on his back at all was because Lew was sucking on his nipples. ]
You wanna fight me or you wanna get your dick sucked? Big decision.
[ But he shot his chin up and let Ray see his eyes, those matching eyes, grey blue to grey blue. He smirked Ray's own familiar grin under them, then brought his hands for Ray's fly, squeezing his cock through the denim, then tugging the zip carefully down, just in case Ray too wore his jeans sans culottes.
Tongue uncoiling to its full length, he reached it down, touched the tip of it to Ray's abdomen, and then he lowered himself down over it, puckered his lips, sucked wet marks lower and just for effect dug his nails into that denim groin. Ray could dig his knee into Lew's balls, and Lew could turn that shit right around.
He didn't wait for permission, or for Ray to have a chance to fight back, just buried his nose in fabric and sucked wetly through his double's boxers, sucked and moaned and made damn sure Ray could feel everything; his mouth, his noises, his every hot panting breath. ]
[That mouth was far too skilled for it's own good. Ashby knew what he was doing, like it was a well practised act done hundreds of times before. Mix that skill with a knowledge for his own body and what you get is electric, a static build up that sparks and shocks. Every part of Ray is already searing with heat, shuddering and gasping at each touch, lick and suck against those sensitive nubs. He's putty against that assault within seconds of it starting, defences dropping without the slightest of cares. Lew can do what he wants so long as it's more of that.
Ray's still somewhat surprised when he finds himself hitting the floor, the slam of his back against floorboards providing enough of a jolt to remind him where he is and what the hell is going on. Right, face twin getting the upper hand. Well shit. Not the end of the world, he can get the upper hand again easily enough. Maybe. Later, when he's not being straddled and ground down against. Even with the warmth of the room, he's left shivering lightly against the air cooling every patch of skin that Ashby's tongue touches.]
I wanna fi-- hn, fffuck!
[Well, same difference. Close enough. It's not like he can be expected to speak with actual words when Lew's at his crotch, squeezing firmly through denim and getting Ray to arch and squirm beneath him.
So maybe fighting back isn't the highest of priorities right now, not with words like 'dick' and 'suck' making an appearance, but Ray retaliates with a hand curling into Lew's spiked hair, fingers entwining where they can and digging blunt nails hard into his scalp. He doesn't control with that hand, doesn't even attempt to encourage, instead letting Ashby do his thing while providing a constant reminder that he can still tug a good handful of hair with him if needed.
Oh, but he doubts he'll need to be tugging Ashby away any time soon. Not when there's that beautiful mouth yet again, pressed deep into the fabric of his boxers and against his fastly growing erection. Ray's not even ashamed of the whining moan that drags from him between gasping breaths, rocking his hips up into that damp warmth while clumsily trying to prop himself up on an elbow to get a look in.]
Nn, yeah, fuckin' knew that mouth was good f-for somethin' other than talkin' shit.
[ Oh yeah, hands in his hair, like Ray is going to do a damn thing about pulling him off right when he's in the middle of this. He can tell it's rocking his world, this thing, this whole twin mouth thing. Mouths were mouths, Ashby knew all about that, but in this case it was special. It was different because it was so inherently fetishistic; they're perfect twins for each other, and yes they were different people, but the chance to suck his own cock, to sort of prove how it should be done--there was something so fucking heady about that.
They'd established it was better than good already; they'd established that when they'd kissed, hard and fast, and when they'd fought, and this was when Ashby really proved the superiority of fucking around with a double. Especially when that double happened to have had as much sex as Lew was renowned for. And okay, so maybe he was Ziggy Stardust, but this was the most literal version of "making love with his ego" that there was. Why not go full on out for it?
All those little moans and whimpers. He lived for them. Maybe Ray was still mouthing off, but Lew was the one in a position of power right now. Sucking cock? That was the ultimate in power trips, okay. Tongue and teeth and constant lethal danger. He could take it all, all he had to do was chomp down, it was no wonder women were so easy to convince to do it.
Ray's hips rock up, he moans pathetically, and that's all the fucking convincing Lew needs. But then to be fair he's already really fucking horny. He'd do anything to hear more of those fantastic noises. He'd eat femented fish heads off Ray's asshole if it made him moan like that--fortunately it's not going to come to that.
Taking advantage of his better position now, he was free to find his waistband, tugging down, raking his blunt, painted nails across Ray's ass as he did. His teeth flashed again as he broke away, snagging the elastic of the waistband on Ray's cock before tugging it free and down. ]
Yeah? You wanna see what our mouth is really good for?
[ It was good for wrapping around him, taking him in clean to the base like he knew exactly how much there was to take and was prepared for it. It was good for enshrouding Ray's erection in liquid heat and lathing the equally hot flesh with a solid, wet tongue. It was good for applying drowning, sucking suction, deep and hard and all the way there for four--five blissful seconds before he dragged back, laying a rough and determined lashing on just the swollen and raw head. It was pounding abuse, sucking hard and tight, hitting every nerve again and again, again again again; relentless. He dug his nails into the back of Ray's thighs, pulled him up, encouraging him to thrust up into his mouth, to fuck into him. Do it do it do it. Silent encouragement. Wordless demands. ]
[Ray's already aware how little difference that hand in Ashby's hair will make. He knows how the lack of a good handhold won't aid him at all, and just how inconsequential the pain will be from even the sharpest of tugs against it. But it's a good handhold if nothing else. A physical encouragement to say he's there, watching and eager and wanting every bit of that mouth. The fingers digging in are practically kneading out a good head massage, constant and supportive.
He stays propped up on that elbow, watching the trail of that mouth and the shift of those hands. The position aids him in an easier roll and arch of his hips as his waistband is tugged down, giving perfect access for those nails to rake against the skin of his ass cheeks. The sensation gets him hissing out in approval, morphing into a noise that's just slightly more frustrated at the brief snag.
There's almost a snarl of 'do it!' from Ray. But then Lew is doing it, and doing it very well.
The moment that mouth is around him Ray's back is arching, head lolling back as he releases a throaty moan. It's been too long, far too fucking long, and this warm, wet and perfectly shaped mouth is like a dream right now. It's like his mouth was perfectly catered to fit his own dick. Like some sort of weird biological design that he'd never usually be able to test out without some serious rib removal first.
It's perfect. That mouth, that tongue, and, fuck, that suction. It was like a vacuum. A tight seal of deep, hard sucking that drags out for longer than Ray can even think to count to right now. He's completely at the whim of that mouth, and at Lew's discretion and that's just fine by him, so long as he gets more of this. All of this.
With a gasping groan he manages to duck his chin back towards his chest to get a view of this, eyes half-lidded and burning with desire as he watches, enraptured by it all. Even with his barely there mind he can still read into that tight grip and urging push against his thighs, and he doesn't argue with it. He soon gets his body coordinated enough to rock his hips back up into that gorgeous heat, attempting some sort of rhythm of roll down and thrust up, nails dug in against Ashby's scalp as he encourages him through it.]
Yeah. Fffuck, yeah.
[This was more than just a typical blowjob. This was like him blowing himself, and he really wishes that was a possibility too.]
[ Oh fuck. Fuck, the fingers in his hair are good. It's less the kneading and pawing of those hands and more their actual presence moving between the strands, making him twist up very slightly in encouragement. The movement passes down to his mouth too, so that he takes Ray's cock with him, and he lets his tongue slide free, lashes up along the base, swirls and growls and sucks free with a soft, wet pop.
He exhaled on the head as he withdrew, just for a moment, and then he swallowed Ray down from a new angle, so that the leaking tip of his erection bumped against the roof of his mouth. He went as far as he could without gagging, then tightened his lips around it again and went back to that luscious sucking, swirling his tongue eagerly against and around it, dragging it in, releasing the pressure for half a beat and chomping the weight of his lips down again - no teeth - tongue stabbing against veins and foreskin and digging roughly into the tip wherever it could.
All the while there he was, nails digging into Ray's ass, pulling on him, making him thrust up into his mouth, urging him to fuck it, to master the friction - as much as Lew could take - because this was supposed to be a mindblowing blow; the blowie to end all blowies. This was meant to be the kind of blowjob that in fifty years just the memory of it gave you the heart attack that killed you--or that was the idea.
So he sucked like a vacuum, and then he took Ray deep into the back of his throat and kept rocking with him even though it made his eyes water. He'd gone too far, though, tried too hard, and all of a sudden he was pulling back, gagging and coughing, letting Ray hit the floor and raising his arm up to press it across the bridge of his nose to hide his reddened weeping eyes. ]
Fuck. [ Cough cough cough. ] Fuck me. Don't do that again.
[ He tore his hands back and scrubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes, then sat back on his heels looking breathless and dazed. ]
[That tongue is beyond good. It circles and twists and swirls and digs into all the right places, getting Ray whining out eagerly between contrasting growls of encouragement, his fingers curling and gripping into Ashby's hair.
The chomp down had him jerking his hips upwards without the need for encouragement, every muscle in him clamping down along with that mouth of Lew's, getting him to arch up away from the ground. His weight is almost solidly supported on his shoulders and elbow and the aid of Ashby's hands, but Ray doesn't think on the solid dig of floorboards into his back, not when that mouth is doing such a fine job. This really was a blowie to end all blowies and there's no way Ray will forget it in a million years. It all just works, every bit about Lew's actions seem to hit the right nerves. Couple that with the vision of lips identical to his own wrapped around his dick, of stormy eyes and dirty blond and the rest of it, and Ray's pretty sure he's got somewhere close to heaven, because it's all perfect.
The rock of his hips is far too excitable, and by the time Lew's deepthroating it, Ray's groaning and arching and scrambling with his fingers and desperately trying to keep encased in that warmth. It's good while it lasts, and despite the frustrated huff that escapes him as all contact is suddenly lost, Ray's not in the slightest surprised. Sometimes it happens.
The moment Lew's grip releases, Ray's ass hits the deck along with the rest of him, landing solidly onto his back thanks to his muscles barely able to keep him upright, focused as he was on nothing but that mouth and his dick. But he's smiling, and that smile turns into a grin, directed at the ceiling as his mind tries to make some sense of the world around him. His chest heaves, panting out heavy breaths as he directs his attention towards Ashby, apparently amused by the spluttering (and perhaps just slightly guilty).]
Wassat somethin' about fuckin' you? Sounds like a good idea.
[He curls himself upwards by the abdominals, sitting up to lean towards Lew, shifting enough so that he can duck his head in and press a single kiss against his jawline and then one brief brush against his swollen lips, hesitating just long enough to lash his tongue out against them before withdrawing.]
Man, you look good chokin' on dick.
[And there's that tongue lashing out against his own lips now, top then bottom.]
[ Yeah, well, when your facetwin has just started choking on dick it's got to make you feel guilty. Especially given all the other times you wouldn't feel guilty at all, all the strangers backstage and stretched out on tourbus couches, and okay the occasional bathroom, but who needed privacy for a good blowjob?
He wiped his hand across his mouth, and then was met by Ray leaning on into him, catching his lips against his jaw, his lips, a flash of tongue to get a taste before Lew was chasing that dazzling tongue with his own, bringing his hands up to roughly clutch the side of Ray's head and drag him down for a sizzling kiss. He wanted to taste what his own cock was like? Fine. Lew could provide--he provided. He shoved his tongue right in past Ray's lewd defenses and kissed him hard and rough, leaving the taste of precome behind Ray's teeth, the roof of his mouth.
He tugged back, and while Ray was still recovering from that, pulled his head down as best he could toward his crotch. How far he got?--That really depended on how hard Ray fought back. ]
Yeah? I look good choking on dick? Well get on with it, I wanna see.
[ Rough as he might be, suggestive as he was, he none the less spread his legs wide underneath him - or at least did his best to given the awkward position they were both in - all but inviting him to get his own way. It was the non-verbal equivalent of "You want this ass? Come get it, if you think you're hard enough."
Maybe a little bit of reciprocation was fair though. Maybe he'd change his mind and throw Ray over his shoulder any second now--he was mercurial like that. ]
[Ray had only been asking for an inch with that tentative, taste test kiss of his, and true to form, Ashby had given him a mile in response. He'd barely had time to pull back before Lew was leaning after him, chasing him down for more of it. There wasn't even time to consider the fingers dug sharply against his head or the tug back towards the other before there was an encore of tongue that left him breathless. Every part of his mouth is ravaged, his own tongue left rather uselessly lapping in against the intruder as he's given a thorough taste of himself, huffing out a soft groan against the aggressive kiss.
Recovery time would have been nice, even a few seconds to process how fucking hot all of that was and how much he really, really like the concept of being manhandled and able to fight right back without any worry. But processing and thinking can come later, because his heads suddenly dragged down and it takes him a second or two to realise that it's Ashby's grip that he's suddenly wrestling with. The opposing was instinctual, his neck and shoulders pushing back against the hands the second he feels pressure, but the fight never really seems to use all his strength.]
You fuckin' asshole.
[Muttered, insults apparently like dirty sex talk to Ray as he appears entirely unconcerned by it all despite his statement.
The position isn't the greatest and seeing as he'll somewhat relent to the persistent push, he manages to drag a leg out behind him and the other underneath him to ease the pressure of the bend on his back. He's just sadly not as flexible as he used to.]
Y'really want this mouth near your dick? Might bite. Can't make any promises.
[But his push back against the unrelenting hands gives in without any further fight, dipping down while his gaze drifts up towards Lew, a coy and undoubtedly mischievous little twist of a smile at his lips as his tongue unfurls. There's a brief flash of teeth as a warning, but the treatment he gives is anything but sharp, instead offering a languid lick of that eager head, the flat of his tongue easily curling around to cover it with one slow lap.]
[ He doesn't exactly stop pushing, but there it is, sort of gentle urging regardless rather than forcing anything on him. His breath is a little more unsteady, and that's something, because hell--this is really getting to him. Fate is funny like that. It's given him Ray, a guy that looks just like him only fifteen years younger, and funnily enough that's exactly what he always wanted; it's like Christmas came early.
And Ray's rearranging his arms and legs, going down - not easy, but going down - and Lew pushes a little harder because he knows that yes, he's going to get what he wanted, and sure enough suddenly Ray buckles, and Lew screws his fingers tight in Ray's hair, wrists turned inward so that Ray can see him. He licks his lips, smirks back down at him, at that fantastic smile, and then there's that flash of unrolling tongue, dangerous teeth, and-- ]
Ah-nngh yeah, fuck yeah. Yeah.
[ It wasn't really an answer, but it had to be said. Yes was definitely the answer, right? Yes, he did want that mouth near his dick. His mouth, Ray's mouth. Those same teeth, those same challenging, eyes. Cocky little shit. He loved it. Ray fucking loved it too.
He twisted his hair harder. ]
Can't promise not to bite me, huh? That's a--ungh holy Christ. You should see this. Fuck.
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Sucking, moaning around Ray's nipple as Ray stroked his cock, moving over to the other delicate nub and gaining another few inches, a little more space. He sucked a little harder on that one, and just as he thought he had Ray at his most fragile, he went for it.
He threw Ray onto his back hard, jumped up on top of him and sat down hard, rocking down against Ray's hips. His own erection was stiff and free and pointing up into the air, could take an eye out if they weren't explicitly careful. Hey, that might be an idea. But Lew was laughing, ducking down and licking at Ray's chest, sucking bites down across Ray's sternum and ribcage, his head moving down again with pure determination, because the only reason Ray was on his back at all was because Lew was sucking on his nipples. ]
You wanna fight me or you wanna get your dick sucked? Big decision.
[ But he shot his chin up and let Ray see his eyes, those matching eyes, grey blue to grey blue. He smirked Ray's own familiar grin under them, then brought his hands for Ray's fly, squeezing his cock through the denim, then tugging the zip carefully down, just in case Ray too wore his jeans sans culottes.
Tongue uncoiling to its full length, he reached it down, touched the tip of it to Ray's abdomen, and then he lowered himself down over it, puckered his lips, sucked wet marks lower and just for effect dug his nails into that denim groin. Ray could dig his knee into Lew's balls, and Lew could turn that shit right around.
He didn't wait for permission, or for Ray to have a chance to fight back, just buried his nose in fabric and sucked wetly through his double's boxers, sucked and moaned and made damn sure Ray could feel everything; his mouth, his noises, his every hot panting breath. ]
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Ray's still somewhat surprised when he finds himself hitting the floor, the slam of his back against floorboards providing enough of a jolt to remind him where he is and what the hell is going on. Right, face twin getting the upper hand. Well shit. Not the end of the world, he can get the upper hand again easily enough. Maybe. Later, when he's not being straddled and ground down against. Even with the warmth of the room, he's left shivering lightly against the air cooling every patch of skin that Ashby's tongue touches.]
I wanna fi-- hn, fffuck!
[Well, same difference. Close enough. It's not like he can be expected to speak with actual words when Lew's at his crotch, squeezing firmly through denim and getting Ray to arch and squirm beneath him.
So maybe fighting back isn't the highest of priorities right now, not with words like 'dick' and 'suck' making an appearance, but Ray retaliates with a hand curling into Lew's spiked hair, fingers entwining where they can and digging blunt nails hard into his scalp. He doesn't control with that hand, doesn't even attempt to encourage, instead letting Ashby do his thing while providing a constant reminder that he can still tug a good handful of hair with him if needed.
Oh, but he doubts he'll need to be tugging Ashby away any time soon. Not when there's that beautiful mouth yet again, pressed deep into the fabric of his boxers and against his fastly growing erection. Ray's not even ashamed of the whining moan that drags from him between gasping breaths, rocking his hips up into that damp warmth while clumsily trying to prop himself up on an elbow to get a look in.]
Nn, yeah, fuckin' knew that mouth was good f-for somethin' other than talkin' shit.
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They'd established it was better than good already; they'd established that when they'd kissed, hard and fast, and when they'd fought, and this was when Ashby really proved the superiority of fucking around with a double. Especially when that double happened to have had as much sex as Lew was renowned for. And okay, so maybe he was Ziggy Stardust, but this was the most literal version of "making love with his ego" that there was. Why not go full on out for it?
All those little moans and whimpers. He lived for them. Maybe Ray was still mouthing off, but Lew was the one in a position of power right now. Sucking cock? That was the ultimate in power trips, okay. Tongue and teeth and constant lethal danger. He could take it all, all he had to do was chomp down, it was no wonder women were so easy to convince to do it.
Ray's hips rock up, he moans pathetically, and that's all the fucking convincing Lew needs. But then to be fair he's already really fucking horny. He'd do anything to hear more of those fantastic noises. He'd eat femented fish heads off Ray's asshole if it made him moan like that--fortunately it's not going to come to that.
Taking advantage of his better position now, he was free to find his waistband, tugging down, raking his blunt, painted nails across Ray's ass as he did. His teeth flashed again as he broke away, snagging the elastic of the waistband on Ray's cock before tugging it free and down. ]
Yeah? You wanna see what our mouth is really good for?
[ It was good for wrapping around him, taking him in clean to the base like he knew exactly how much there was to take and was prepared for it. It was good for enshrouding Ray's erection in liquid heat and lathing the equally hot flesh with a solid, wet tongue. It was good for applying drowning, sucking suction, deep and hard and all the way there for four--five blissful seconds before he dragged back, laying a rough and determined lashing on just the swollen and raw head. It was pounding abuse, sucking hard and tight, hitting every nerve again and again, again again again; relentless. He dug his nails into the back of Ray's thighs, pulled him up, encouraging him to thrust up into his mouth, to fuck into him. Do it do it do it. Silent encouragement. Wordless demands. ]
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He stays propped up on that elbow, watching the trail of that mouth and the shift of those hands. The position aids him in an easier roll and arch of his hips as his waistband is tugged down, giving perfect access for those nails to rake against the skin of his ass cheeks. The sensation gets him hissing out in approval, morphing into a noise that's just slightly more frustrated at the brief snag.
There's almost a snarl of 'do it!' from Ray. But then Lew is doing it, and doing it very well.
The moment that mouth is around him Ray's back is arching, head lolling back as he releases a throaty moan. It's been too long, far too fucking long, and this warm, wet and perfectly shaped mouth is like a dream right now. It's like his mouth was perfectly catered to fit his own dick. Like some sort of weird biological design that he'd never usually be able to test out without some serious rib removal first.
It's perfect. That mouth, that tongue, and, fuck, that suction. It was like a vacuum. A tight seal of deep, hard sucking that drags out for longer than Ray can even think to count to right now. He's completely at the whim of that mouth, and at Lew's discretion and that's just fine by him, so long as he gets more of this. All of this.
With a gasping groan he manages to duck his chin back towards his chest to get a view of this, eyes half-lidded and burning with desire as he watches, enraptured by it all. Even with his barely there mind he can still read into that tight grip and urging push against his thighs, and he doesn't argue with it. He soon gets his body coordinated enough to rock his hips back up into that gorgeous heat, attempting some sort of rhythm of roll down and thrust up, nails dug in against Ashby's scalp as he encourages him through it.]
Yeah. Fffuck, yeah.
[This was more than just a typical blowjob. This was like him blowing himself, and he really wishes that was a possibility too.]
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He exhaled on the head as he withdrew, just for a moment, and then he swallowed Ray down from a new angle, so that the leaking tip of his erection bumped against the roof of his mouth. He went as far as he could without gagging, then tightened his lips around it again and went back to that luscious sucking, swirling his tongue eagerly against and around it, dragging it in, releasing the pressure for half a beat and chomping the weight of his lips down again - no teeth - tongue stabbing against veins and foreskin and digging roughly into the tip wherever it could.
All the while there he was, nails digging into Ray's ass, pulling on him, making him thrust up into his mouth, urging him to fuck it, to master the friction - as much as Lew could take - because this was supposed to be a mindblowing blow; the blowie to end all blowies. This was meant to be the kind of blowjob that in fifty years just the memory of it gave you the heart attack that killed you--or that was the idea.
So he sucked like a vacuum, and then he took Ray deep into the back of his throat and kept rocking with him even though it made his eyes water. He'd gone too far, though, tried too hard, and all of a sudden he was pulling back, gagging and coughing, letting Ray hit the floor and raising his arm up to press it across the bridge of his nose to hide his reddened weeping eyes. ]
Fuck. [ Cough cough cough. ] Fuck me. Don't do that again.
[ He tore his hands back and scrubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes, then sat back on his heels looking breathless and dazed. ]
Fuck fucking me. Fuck.
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The chomp down had him jerking his hips upwards without the need for encouragement, every muscle in him clamping down along with that mouth of Lew's, getting him to arch up away from the ground. His weight is almost solidly supported on his shoulders and elbow and the aid of Ashby's hands, but Ray doesn't think on the solid dig of floorboards into his back, not when that mouth is doing such a fine job. This really was a blowie to end all blowies and there's no way Ray will forget it in a million years. It all just works, every bit about Lew's actions seem to hit the right nerves. Couple that with the vision of lips identical to his own wrapped around his dick, of stormy eyes and dirty blond and the rest of it, and Ray's pretty sure he's got somewhere close to heaven, because it's all perfect.
The rock of his hips is far too excitable, and by the time Lew's deepthroating it, Ray's groaning and arching and scrambling with his fingers and desperately trying to keep encased in that warmth. It's good while it lasts, and despite the frustrated huff that escapes him as all contact is suddenly lost, Ray's not in the slightest surprised. Sometimes it happens.
The moment Lew's grip releases, Ray's ass hits the deck along with the rest of him, landing solidly onto his back thanks to his muscles barely able to keep him upright, focused as he was on nothing but that mouth and his dick. But he's smiling, and that smile turns into a grin, directed at the ceiling as his mind tries to make some sense of the world around him. His chest heaves, panting out heavy breaths as he directs his attention towards Ashby, apparently amused by the spluttering (and perhaps just slightly guilty).]
Wassat somethin' about fuckin' you? Sounds like a good idea.
[He curls himself upwards by the abdominals, sitting up to lean towards Lew, shifting enough so that he can duck his head in and press a single kiss against his jawline and then one brief brush against his swollen lips, hesitating just long enough to lash his tongue out against them before withdrawing.]
Man, you look good chokin' on dick.
[And there's that tongue lashing out against his own lips now, top then bottom.]
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He wiped his hand across his mouth, and then was met by Ray leaning on into him, catching his lips against his jaw, his lips, a flash of tongue to get a taste before Lew was chasing that dazzling tongue with his own, bringing his hands up to roughly clutch the side of Ray's head and drag him down for a sizzling kiss. He wanted to taste what his own cock was like? Fine. Lew could provide--he provided. He shoved his tongue right in past Ray's lewd defenses and kissed him hard and rough, leaving the taste of precome behind Ray's teeth, the roof of his mouth.
He tugged back, and while Ray was still recovering from that, pulled his head down as best he could toward his crotch. How far he got?--That really depended on how hard Ray fought back. ]
Yeah? I look good choking on dick? Well get on with it, I wanna see.
[ Rough as he might be, suggestive as he was, he none the less spread his legs wide underneath him - or at least did his best to given the awkward position they were both in - all but inviting him to get his own way. It was the non-verbal equivalent of "You want this ass? Come get it, if you think you're hard enough."
Maybe a little bit of reciprocation was fair though. Maybe he'd change his mind and throw Ray over his shoulder any second now--he was mercurial like that. ]
Come on, come on. Give it to me.
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Recovery time would have been nice, even a few seconds to process how fucking hot all of that was and how much he really, really like the concept of being manhandled and able to fight right back without any worry. But processing and thinking can come later, because his heads suddenly dragged down and it takes him a second or two to realise that it's Ashby's grip that he's suddenly wrestling with. The opposing was instinctual, his neck and shoulders pushing back against the hands the second he feels pressure, but the fight never really seems to use all his strength.]
You fuckin' asshole.
[Muttered, insults apparently like dirty sex talk to Ray as he appears entirely unconcerned by it all despite his statement.
The position isn't the greatest and seeing as he'll somewhat relent to the persistent push, he manages to drag a leg out behind him and the other underneath him to ease the pressure of the bend on his back. He's just sadly not as flexible as he used to.]
Y'really want this mouth near your dick? Might bite. Can't make any promises.
[But his push back against the unrelenting hands gives in without any further fight, dipping down while his gaze drifts up towards Lew, a coy and undoubtedly mischievous little twist of a smile at his lips as his tongue unfurls. There's a brief flash of teeth as a warning, but the treatment he gives is anything but sharp, instead offering a languid lick of that eager head, the flat of his tongue easily curling around to cover it with one slow lap.]
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[ He doesn't exactly stop pushing, but there it is, sort of gentle urging regardless rather than forcing anything on him. His breath is a little more unsteady, and that's something, because hell--this is really getting to him. Fate is funny like that. It's given him Ray, a guy that looks just like him only fifteen years younger, and funnily enough that's exactly what he always wanted; it's like Christmas came early.
And Ray's rearranging his arms and legs, going down - not easy, but going down - and Lew pushes a little harder because he knows that yes, he's going to get what he wanted, and sure enough suddenly Ray buckles, and Lew screws his fingers tight in Ray's hair, wrists turned inward so that Ray can see him. He licks his lips, smirks back down at him, at that fantastic smile, and then there's that flash of unrolling tongue, dangerous teeth, and-- ]
Ah-nngh yeah, fuck yeah. Yeah.
[ It wasn't really an answer, but it had to be said. Yes was definitely the answer, right? Yes, he did want that mouth near his dick. His mouth, Ray's mouth. Those same teeth, those same challenging, eyes. Cocky little shit. He loved it. Ray fucking loved it too.
He twisted his hair harder. ]
Can't promise not to bite me, huh? That's a--ungh holy Christ. You should see this. Fuck.