Had a nice stream :3 Drew some Idia from twisted (will post later) and thank you for @scummy-writes for suggesting some ChevBert : DD And thank you for @pawnkyyy for dropping by :3
Hopefully I can clean this up soon : D ON STREAM >:D
CW: lots of cock, we gonna get right into it, no warm up, it's so gay
“It's the same as how I did you.” Gilbert stroked his cock with his gloved hand, precum starting to bead on his tip.
Chevalier sat next to Gil, watching as he rubbed himself, considering the request Gil had made of him. It would be another first for him, though it didn't seem like it was a first for Gilbert. The way Gil had taken his dick in his mouth was not soon forgotten, even if he didn't have an eidetic memory. So wet and warm, it was better than kissing the other man.
His cock was growing hard from thinking about it. Though his erection could also be because Gilbert was clearly in the mood for sexual gratification, and he couldn't deny that fucking him was a pleasurable experience. It was something he considered doing again. It was the reason he had met the man out here in the abandoned church.
“If you're not certain you can manage, I'd be willing to train you.” Gil smiled with a dangerous glint in his eye.
“That won't be necessary.” Chev quickly squashed the idea. “You demonstrated once, I can manage if I choose to.”
“Ahaha. If you say so.” Gil squeezed his cock in his fist, twisting slightly at the wrist. “And?”
Chev’s eyes were drawn to the slow movement of his hand. He wanted to be the one stroking Gil’s dick. He wanted to pull the other man into his lap and jerk him off until Gil turned into a mess. Until he was humbled and pathetic and couldn’t manage to hold control even if he wanted to. That idea was enticing. Getting on his knees for Gilbert, on the other hand, wasn’t as enticing. And yet… he was interested.
“Annoying.” Chev huffed as he moved from next to Gil on the bench to the floor between Gil’s boots. The black tiger spread his knees, his heavy boots squelching along the tiled floor, giving Chev room to move closer. He relinquished his cock, and Chev sat there for several seconds, working through his own head on how to go about giving him head.
“Put your hand on my thigh. It’ll give you something to hold onto.” Gilbert tapped his right thigh, offering instruction despite Chev’s previous decline for none.
Chevalier glared up at Gil, something that seemed to please him by the way his smile grew wider. Ultimately, he relented and obeyed, setting one hand on Gil’s thigh, the other he wrapped around the base of Gil’s cock and slowly moved his face closer. Gingerly, he parted his lips and licked the tip of Gil’s dick. It was a cursory test to see if there was a taste associated with it, and while there was the saltiness of the precum that had beaded, a cock didn’t taste much different than Gilbert’s skin or lips.
“It’s easiest if you wet as you go.” Gil once again offered advice, and once again, Chev shot an icy glare up at him. Once again, it was met with an amused smile.
Chev refocused on the cock in front of him, licked his lips, and then took Gilbert into his mouth. It surprised him how quickly his saliva was spent, only running his lips over an inch before it was too dry to be comfortable or enjoyable. He swirled his tongue around the head, trying to wet the whole thing in one go, but clearly he couldn’t get further down without taking more in.
Gil’s words clicked now that he was in the process of downing his cock. Slowly, he brought more into his mouth and manipulated his tongue around the shaft, licking his lips when he could to push a little further until what would fit comfortably in his mouth was wet and slick and glided easily when he dragged his lips over it.
Gilbert sighed, reveling in the feeling of Chev’s mouth wrapped around his cock. It seemed Chev wasn’t willing to go much further than a few inches, leaving more of him out of his mouth than in it. He leaned back against the hard, wooden back of the pew he was sitting in, his legs spreading open even further as he relaxed. He could tell that Chevalier clearly hadn’t experienced something like this many times before - giving or receiving - due to the unpracticed way he fumbled with his tongue and seemed clueless on how to provide suction, or get more into his mouth.
“Think about what would feel good to you. You have a cock, too.” Gil added, trying to get Chev to ease up a little and enjoy it a little more. It seemed to have worked. Chev paused and then the way his tongue pressed into his dick changed into something with intent rather than floundering movements.
“Just like that.” Gil purred, his gloved fingers moving to brush through Chev’s hair that fell over his eyes. “Drop your chin. If you come at it from the front rather than the top, you can ease more in your mouth.”
Chev shifted on the ground, taking instructions very well. He also took Gilbert very well now that he wasn’t angling off his throat. Another inch or so went into his mouth, and Gil gave a low moan, fighting the urge to buck his hips. Chev’s hot tongue and pretty mouth worked his cock, and Gil continued to brush at his hair, sliding his fingers in and out of it as he combed it back, the way Chev slid his dick in and out of his mouth.
“Relax a little. Let the back of your tongue down.” Gilbert felt Chev comply, the way his tongue dropped removed another barrier keeping Chev from taking more of him in. Unsurprisingly to Gil, he was awarded with another inch allowed into Chev’s mouth.
“You’re a quick learner.” Gil praised, following it with another moan.
“If you tense up– hnnh. Your body is more likely to– haaah– to respond with gagging.” Although Gilbert was attempting to continue his instructions, he was finding it more and more difficult the more Chev became comfortable sucking him off. “Try–hngh– Try to fit it all.”
Gil felt Chev’s hand on his thigh tighten, but obediently - oh so obediently - Chevalier stopped with his bobbing and slowly slid the last inch of Gilbert’s dick into his mouth. He felt Chev’s warm lips touch the base of his penis where Chev’s thumb and finger still held him. Fuck, it felt so good to be so far in him. And the way Chev held him there! It was like he was waiting to be told what to do next. The power he had over the Rhodolite prince at the moment was enough to make him feel intoxicated, he was behaving like such a good pet.
Gil’s fingers curled around Chev’s skull, lacing into his hair. Chev pulled back, returning to stroking and tonguing and sucking Gil in a manner that would lead one to believe he had done this numerous times. He really was a quick learner. Gilbert let his quiet moaning continue, using it as praise for when he particularly liked something Chev did. And Chev, in kind, would repeat the action again to elicit another deep moan from Gil.
