Underneath all of the layers, Sloan's body was impressive. You knew that they had to be strong from lugging around all their gear, but it still took you by surprise every single time you saw them in something else. It had never been easy for you to hide your attraction to Sloan, not when their personality had been the initial draw. You had never met anyone like them, and you were pretty certain that you had to be God's favorite because for some reason, they were obsessed with you.
"Please, I need you," Sloan whimpered in your ear, hard cock pressed against the inside of your thigh. Even with the layers between your bodies, you swore that you could feel just about every inch. They could destroy you if they wanted to, but Sloan always sat back and begged for any crumb you were willing to give. "Please, I'll fuck your hand if you let me."
"Sloan, baby," you cooed, palm resting flat against their cock. Sloan grunted as your fingers wrapped around them through their pants. You could barely get their pants off with all of Sloan's fidgeting, but somehow, you were successful. "Shit, you're leaking."
"Can you blame me?" Sloan didn't have to give you the puppy dog eyes, you would have given them whatever they wanted in the moment. You used their pre-cum as lube to stroke them. True to their word, Sloan's hips began to move back and forth at a rapidly increasing pace. "You're so good to me."
Sloan pushed their shirt up, revealing the abs that you spent a good portion of your day thinking about. Sloan's hand kept going, and you leaned in to press kisses to their chest and the tattoos they had there. Sloan seemed to choke on something as they looked down at you kissing their body. You traced their muscles with your tongue, working your way down the abdomen and across their hips until you reached the base of their cock.
"What are y-," the words died on Sloan's tongue as your mouth ran along the length of their cock. You pushed their hips down against the mattress to keep them still, even if you knew Sloan could easily overpower you.
"Shh, just enjoy it. You've been good to me, and I think you deserve a reward," you told them. Sloan promptly shut their mouth and placed their hands behind their head. You could feel their eyes on you as you took the head of their cock into your mouth, tongue peaking out just to tease them a little.
Sloan's hips jutted forward despite their best efforts, but you stayed strong. The ache in your jaw set in early, but you could tell that Sloan was close. They had been worked up before you had even gotten them out of their pants. You were sure that they'd been driving themselves crazy thinking about you before you had even shown up to see them. Sloan did that a lot, worked themselves up to a frenzy before you even got to the parking lot.
"I'm so fucking good to you," Sloan muttered under their breath, voice cracking just a little. You pushed yourself even further down their cock to the base, and for a moment, Sloan swore they had died and gone to heaven. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
You chuckled around Sloan's cock as they repeated their little mantra again and again. You slid off a bit, just enough to tease the tip while your hands stroked along their shaft. Sloan's hips moved with your hands now, and you were somewhat entranced by the noise of skin moving against skin mixed with Sloan's moans that you missed the warning signs. Still, you didn't pull away as you felt Sloan's cum shoot into your mouth.
"Fuck, you're not letting up. I think you're gonna suck me dry," Sloan whined, but they made no attempt to move you of of their cock. You kept going until the whines turned into pained whimpers. Sloan would have let you keep going to the point of overstimulation, but you weren't here to give them some sort of twisted punishment. That would be for another day if they were up to the challenge. "C'mere please."
"Such good manners," you teased, despite your compliance. Sloan pulled you in for a kiss, not even wincing at the taste of themselves on your tongue. Sloan had long gotten used to that taste, having cleaned you up personally on multiple occasions. "I love you."
"I love you too," Sloan managed to get out just before they yawned. You laid your head against their shoulder with your hands resting on their chest beneath their shirt. Sloan awkwardly pulled their pants back up properly, but you didn't miss the hand that stayed tucked into the waistband, as if they needed a hand ready in case an urge took over.
