Thanks to @whatsintheboxmh, @heartstringsduet, @strandnreyes, @carlossreaders, @ironheartwriter, @rangersoup, @emsprovisions, @paperstorm, @carlos-in-glasses, and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags!
Okay. OKAY. I've been telling Lemon how I've nervous I am to post my Mr. July fic because it is TOO SMUTTY, and Lemon has been very encouraging about it and now you're all posting smutty Wednesday stuff so FINE YOU CAN HAVE IT. *drops smut and runs away in embarrassment* 🫣
“You’re so ready for me,” T.K. says. “But I think I could use a little help.”
He steps back and Carlos drops to his knees as T.K. takes his own dick out, pulling his briefs down and guiding it between the teeth of the zipper. He’s already pretty hard, not really in need of Carlos’ mouth or hands to get him going, but Carlos is happy to do it anyway.
T.K.’s fingers tangle in Carlos’ curls as he drops his jaw and swallows him down. The fabric of the turnouts and the metal of the zipper scratch at his face and he revels in it, along with the tightening of T.K.’s hand in his hair, the sounds he makes as Carlos slides his tongue up and down T.K.’s length the way he likes.
It’s not long before T.K. is hauling him upward, kissing the taste of himself on Carlos’ tongue. And then he turns him around and bends him at the waist, pushing his chest into the bed. “Is this what you want?” T.K. asks. “Is this what you’ve been imagining all night?”
Tagging @afiendishthingynisba, @henrygrass and anyone else who wants to share!
