Featuring Deaf Jake and his older brother Bob, who tries to find Jake a date on Instagram. Bradley and Natasha answer. EXPLICIT 🥵
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN
PART FOURTEEN
Bradley is absolutely beautiful beneath him and Jake wants to drag the entire experience out for as long as he can. He’s never been more grateful that he hates sleeping in the dark, the dimmed diffuse light coming from two lamps making Bradley’s skin look golden. He rests his hand against Bradley’s neck, softly, can feel his pulse jumping erratically under his fingertips; Bradley’s throat working as he gasps in desperate breaths, Jake feels him swallow, the vibrations of sounds being made. What he imagines are low moans.
He doesn’t miss hearing him right now, but he’s going to have to wear his BTEs sometimes, wants to be able to hear his name gasping and falling from Bradley’s lips while they fuck. Right now he doesn’t miss hearing him, his brain filling in the blanks as he watches Bradley squeeze his eyes shut, the way he’s biting down on his bottom lip so hard it looks like it must hurt and Jake leans down to kiss him, his hand moving faster.
As he strokes his cock Jake imagines what it’ll feel like to have Bradley’s cock sinking into him, how it’ll feel to press into the hot clench of Bradley’s body. Fuck. They haven’t talked about any of that but he has a feeling it isn’t going to be an issue. There’s plenty of attraction sparking between them, and the ability to have a conversation and spend time together with clothes on. His brother might be a genius after all.
He feels Bradley’s fingers dig into his ass, hard, and he lets himself drink in the sight of Bradley’s skin now a little slick with sweat, his cock hard and leaking, twitching against his stomach. He takes in a deep breath, can smell the sweat and deodorant on his own skin, something that is unfamiliar but likely whatever Bradley uses. He wants to taste, to lick him all over.
That urge is sudden and visceral, his mouth flooding with saliva and he lets the hand around his cock go lax, pressing it instead onto the bed so he can support himself as he moves down Bradley’s body, lowers his mouth to his cock and licks from root to tip, the salt of sweat and precum bursting across his tongue. Bradley’s entire body jerks like he’s been electrocuted, gentle fingers flutter on his head, moving through his hair and he looks up the length of Bradley’s body to find him watching Jake with lust-blown pupils, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and ruddy-red blotches on his neck and upper chest.
Jake wraps his mouth around the head of Bradley’s cock and sucks. His own cock is aching and he presses into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure, hips rolling at how good the friction feels. Bradley’s entire body is trembling ever so slightly, vibration in his torso that makes Jake think he’s probably groaning. As he watches, Bradley’s mouth falls open and he can see his chest rise and rise again as he sucks in deep gasping breaths.
He lets it get sloppy, the saliva in his mouth making Bradley’s cock slick and Jake wraps a hand around him, moves down to lick and suck at Bradley’s balls, his hand moving awkwardly with the angle and he wants to go further, but again that’s usually a conversation. He pushes himself up slightly so he can see Bradley’s face; as Bradley looks at him Jake runs a spit slick finger over his taint and toward his hole. He raises an eyebrow, cocks his head to the side and taps three times.
Bradley is nodding almost frantically and Jake grins wickedly, but also inwardly thrilled at the knowledge that they’re already able to have a silent conversation. Bradley’s spreading his legs further apart, shifting up and across the bed a little so they’re lying almost diagonally across it. Jake reaches for one of Bradley’s hands and wraps it around his own cock, presses a quick kiss to the head of the cock, sucking a little before making himself comfortable, his hips still grinding his own erection into the mattress.
He lets himself give into the pleasure of everything, his mouth tasting Bradley, the muskiness and fresh salt, the feel of both smooth skin and crinkly hair under his fingertips as he lets himself touch Bradley everywhere he can reach, the light and shadows moving and shifting over Bradley’s skin, his hair looking like bright copper and then deep russet depending. Everything he can sense is all Bradley right now.
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