Magnus kept his head down as he made his way through the crowded streets. He was old enough to be fighting in the last remnants of the war, but nobody would stop to ask him why he wasnât. He looked too young and dirty for that. Besides, he had no interest in it anyway.
He didnât need to really look where he was going, he knew the way. Through the grimy streets, avoiding the mothers with three kids in toe or the older men who wished they could be in Japan.
The shelter was an apartment building that could have been abandoned. It was dark, not very clean and had a mixture of teenagers and drunks going in and out at all hours of the night. But it was usually the safest place for him to be.
They nurses who ran the place all knew Magnus by that point, welcoming him with hugs, a few kisses, and a bowl of soup with bread. He knew most of the people who came to the shelter too, but there was one boy, probably younger than him, tucked away in a corner who Magnus didnât recognize.
What Magnus could tell is that most shelters wouldnât have let the boy in. Judging from his skin tone, the boy was Italian and therefore one of the nationâs enemies. That being said, the nurses didnât turn anybody in need away.
His own dick was hard in his pajamas, but all Nico could focus on was Magnus. He leaned in a bit, pressing a kiss along the side of the shaft.
He groaned at the kiss, bucking his hips against Nico. âThere you go. Lick it.â
"Does it taste bad?" He gave it another kiss, looking up as Magnus.
âI canât taste my own, but Iâve liked the taste of the ones Iâve sucked.â
That was confirmation enough. Nico leaned in, licking at the tip of his cock like a lollipop.
He sighed softly, lacing his fingers through Nicoâs hair and bucking slightly. âGood boy.â
Good boy. The words warmed him, he wanted to be a good boy. Slowly he licked up the side, his hand moving easier as it got slick with Nico's spit.
âYour tongue feels good, sweet cheeks. Youâre so good at that.â
"Yea?" When his tongue slid over Magnus' tip he froze, the salty sweet taste of the clear liquid dripping from Magnus made him moan. He focused his licks at the tip, lapping happily there.
He groaned, leaking more on to Nicoâs tongue. âFuck, you like that taste, baby boy?â
Nico could only hum in confirmation, slowly but surely moving from licking to suckling at the tip.
Magnus was struggling to hold back. He wanted to just push down Nicoâs virgin throat and use it but he didnât want to scare the boy off. âYouâre hard arenât you, baby? Getting horny from tasting me?â
Nico nodded, slowly working his way down another inch. He was so hard it was starting to hurt but he still hasnt touched himself.
âFuck. Thatâs it. Swallow it, sweetheart.â Magnus groaned, moving forward a bit both so that Nico took it deeper and so he could press his knee against Nicoâs bulge.
His hips jerked against Magnus' knee, moaning softly as he took more of his cock. It was just shy of hitting the back of his throat, his hand moving on the part out of his mouth.
âSo that is what you wanted.â Magnus teased, rubbing his knee against Nicoâs erection. âOooo, youâve even leaking for me.â
Nico would flush if he could but his cheeks were already red. The knee against him was like pure ecstacy coursing through him and he lost himself in rutting against it, in sucking Magnus off.
Magnus pushed a little deeper, knowing it would make the boy gag. âYou resisted so much but now youâre doing so good baby.â
Nico gagged loudly and pulled back, just a bit. Magnus' praise kept him on his cock. He wanted to be good. Wanted to make Magnus happy, especially when the older boy was touching him.
He groaned at the gagging and rugged on Nicoâs hair, trying to get him to go deeper again. âSuch a good cock sucker.â