surfacage | who owns who?

"...you'd do that?"

He sounds surprised.

"I think I'd probably do anything to make you happy."

He admits, with a faint little smile.

"Not because I'm afraid of you. Just because your smile feels like honey."

Jack flushes hard, and he looks away, mumbling.

"You're embarrassing."

"Please? Can I?"

He's already squirming down the bed.

His hands fist in the sheets, crawling up the bed.

" - f-fine."

Kevin smiles at him, before ducking down to try to make him feel as good as he just did.

He would never hurt him.

Jill's nervous, incredibly nervous, and it shows in the way he bites his lip and his fingers clench.

He hums a sweet encouragement, looking up through his bangs, confining himself to slow, gentle licks and soft fingertips for the mean time.

"Ah - "

He sounds just as surprised as Kevin does, earlier, and he bites down on his hand to muffle his whimpers.

After a few long minutes of that, he lifts up a little to suck at him just gently, careful to not let him feel even a hint of teeth. His hand strokes along him in the mean time, as he starts to bob his head gently.

That makes his breath hitch, and he turns his head into the sheets, toes curling.

That's it. He's not going to risk pushing this any further, not with Jill's issues still being so very present (and a relative mystery to him.)

He continues just like that, prepared to take all the time Jill needs to get off.

After a minute or so, Jill props himself up shakily and looks faintly surprised that nothing untoward has happened as of yet.

"K-keep...going."

He moans, glancing up at him again, and sliding him a little deeper. Kevin could swallow around him as well, but isn't quite sure they're at that point yet, so he settles for tracing his balls gently in the mean time, moaning encouragingly again.

"K - Kevin - "

He isn't sure what to make of this, but hell if he isn't enjoying it. He relaxes a little, and his thighs unclench, no longer on guard.

Perfect. He slips the rest of the way down, swallowing him comfortably and starting to give him very earnest, enthusiastic, adoring head.

He probably had a disparaging comment, or ten, but they die in his throat and come out as choked moans instead.

One hand threads and fists lightly in Kevin's hair, as if Jack's trying to find something to hold onto.

That makes his breath hitch a little, and he stumbles, glancing up again... this time with a faint expression of hazy need. He likes that.

Even though he's nearly fully clothed, Jack has still managed to twist in the sheets enough to muss his hair, and he's openly panting when he meets Kevin's eyes.

And then he smiles, lazily. "You're n-nice."

Flushing, he ducks back down again, mouth pressing a little more firmly, low moans slipping out of him again. He doesn't get compliments often.

Jack matches those moans, and they steadily grow louder as he fails to choke them back.

Kevin's hands rest on Jack's hips for a moment, encouraging him to move, if he needs to. He can take it.

He doesn't need further urging, and his hips buck up, hand still in his hair.

Kevin almost chokes, but manages not to with a second of control, whimpering in outright arousal as Jack starts to fuck him.

Jack's done this before, but he always takes special care to restrain and gag the person's mouth open -

But this is different, and he's moaning words like 'yes', 'oh fuck', and 'Kevin' as he fucks the other man's mouth.

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