"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."
[ 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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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.