drunken mistake | adonis&forrest
Adonis knew well enough that itâd be cliche of him to say that he had been waiting his whole life for this moment. At what point did he anticipate he could actually be able to pleasure his best friend - who heâd been hopelessly in love with for the better part of his life. Maybe he was being childish or far too hopeful but, this was as close as he could get to Forrest somehow returning his feelings. So getting him off, making him moan and whimper was something he didnât take for granted. He wanted to savour every moment and etch the way Forrestâs lips curved into an âoâ any time Adonis made him fool good into his memory forever - for lonely nights or simply to remind himself that he did that, he made his best friend feel good. Adonis couldnât even think of anything to reply other than nodding his head slowly - pressing a kiss to Forrestâs collarbone before he finally moved between his legs.Â
He imagined all the times heâd seen guys sucking dick in the amateur porn videos heâd watch - the hardcore stuff far to vulgar for him, Adonis was a simple boy who wanted to feel like he was part of the act rather than just a view who jacked off to it. He also thought of what heâd want out of getting head. No teeth, tight and maybe even throat. The tug to his hair had brought him out of his mind, a moan slipping past his lips at the pain ebbed pleasure that shot through his spine. Adonis went back to the task at hand, jerking Forrestâs cock through the ring of his fist slowly before he licks over his sensitive tip, moaning when he tasted him. Adonis let his eyes flutter up to Forrestâs as he closed his mouth over the head, sucking shallowly at first as his tongue worked over his slit, lapping up at the precum.
There was a layer of goosebumps forming on his skin, breath heavy, heart pounding as he watched  Adonis' every move. The way his hand stroked him so well, the shape of his lips as the oddly alluring moan left them. It was all turning him on in ways Forrest didn't imagine possible, but he couldn't recall a moment he'd wanted anyone more than he wanted Adonis right then. And then he was lowering his head, his warm, wet tongue running along him and Forrest couldn't help the groan leaving him. There was too much going on, too many emotions, too many thoughts. But it all boiled down to the fact that his cock was throbbing at the image of his best friend's tongue against him, followed by his lips closing around him.
"Fuck," Forrest gasped, almost in shock that this was actually happening. By no means was it romantic. It was almost sleazy, laying in the grass in the backyard of a party full of underage drinking and sex. Forrest had already fucked some girl yet here he was in complete bliss, his very best friend sucking him off. And doing it very well. Tilting his head slightly, his lips stayed parted as he focused on the boy below him. He took the moment to admire the beauty he had always known his best friend to possess, from the green eyes staring up at him to his cheeks to his jawline and of course the lips wrapped around him. God he thought about Adonis' mouth way too much. And he was pretty damn sure this wasn't going to help. "Jesus," he mumbled after a moment, forcing his own head back and his eyes closed as he gave the back of his head a slight push. "More, please," he pleaded, needing to focus more on the pleasure and less on how attractive Adonis managed to look in that position.







