Mouth, 4.5. - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 849
CW: blowjob, masturbation, light choking
In light of my 30. birthday, here is some pwp. Enjoy.
Evan has been thinking about it the whole day.
He thought about it while he was brushing his teeth.
He thought about it when he zoned out during a meeting.
He thought about it at the florist.
His thoughts ran wild with potential scenarios as he climbed the stairs of the old apartment building. As he pulled out the key. As he let himself into the apartment. As he set down the coat, the keys, and the flowers.
Evan’s thoughts came to a screeching halt as his eyes fell on Barty. This is where instinct took over.
“Hey Rosie,” the other man greeted in his characteristic drawl. Evan didn’t take the time to respond. His body was on fire, his fingers itched, and before he knew it, his hand was around Barty’s neck, pushing him into the couch.
“God, I missed you,” murmured Barty, already reaching up to remove Evan’s button-up, but the other pinned his hand in place.
“You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” Evan all but growled, and a smirk split his face when a breathy “yes” was the only reply. Who said Barty never shuts up? There were so many better ways to make use of that sharp tongue of his. For example, kissing was one of Evan’s favourites. He’d never tire of how the other tasted. Tobacco, whiskey, and just a tinge of something so distinctly Barty.
His fingers longed to touch every inch of Barty’s body. Evan quickly pulled the shirt over the other’s head, and his tongue wanted, needed to lick every tattoo revealed. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he bit at the aroused nipple and a strained moan escaped from the wicked mouth above him. He grew harder, the need turned almost painful, and for this special day, he wanted to use his mouth in Barty’s favourite way.
He grabbed Barty by his waist and pushed him along the couch to lean his head against the armrest, the wall just behind him. He leaned back to unzip his pants, but his eyes never left Barty’s face. It was amazing how fucked he already looked, his hair all tussled, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. It brought an unrestrained grin to Evan’s face.
First, he palmed himself over the thin fabric of his underwear just to see how Barty’s eyes followed his actions hungrily. They both knew what was soon to follow, but Evan wanted to drag out the moment, watching as Barty practically began salivating.
Slowly, he edged forward until his crotch rested in front of Barty’s face, his eagerness now taking over to the point he almost went cross-eyed fixating on Evan’s clothed cock.
“Open wide,” he demanded sweetly, and even before the words fully left his lips, Barty opened up his mouth and pushed out his tongue as much as he could. Evan slowly took his cock out of his underwear and ungracefully rested it on Barty’s tongue. The tip was already leaking precum, and he wondered if Barty was just as hard, straining against the tight jeans.
For a few moments, he languidly stroked himself before suddenly pushing all the way inside the waiting mouth.
“Oh, babe, you always take me so good,” he groaned, patting Barty on his cheek. Placing one hand on the backrest and the other on the wall before him, he took a deep breath to steady himself. He had been thinking about this all day and didn’t want it to be over too soon. If he played it right, both of them might find the same enjoyment.
His first thrust was slow, and Barty moaned in response, clutching at his thighs. Evan knew he was encouraging him to go faster. He didn’t need to be told twice. Soon, he found his rhythm thrusting mercilessly into the awaiting heat, and Barty accepted with approving moans. It didn’t take long for tears to stream from his eyes, spit to cover his chin, and his nails to scratch at the back of his thighs—this is what Evan was waiting for all day, for the moment when Barty’s tearful eyes locked with his—Evan knew Barty started to stroke himself, waiting until Evan came down his throat so he could stain his jeans with Evan’s cock softening in his mouth and his taste on Barty’s tongue.
They stayed like that for a few moments longer, and Evan soaked in how Barty looked with his lips still loosely wrapped around his soft cock. Gently he pulled his cock out and Barty’s whined at the loss of contact.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get more later,” he said playfully as he bent down to wipe away the tears and spit before kissing him deeply.
“Happy birthday, Bee. I bought you flowers, but I forgot them by the door,” he chuckled deeply into the kiss.
“Just how I like it. First the fucking then the flowers,” grinned Barty.
“I love you,” whispered Evan, like it was just their secret.
“I love you more,” said Barty, and Evan swatted him, getting up to get the flowers.
“Not possible.”
