Drabble prompt: sucking Bill's cock and surprising him by licking his ass for the first time
Bill’s lying on his back, sprawled across the king-sized bed, legs bent at the knee. He’s got his eyes closed with one hand behind his head and the other gripping the sheets.
You haven’t started yet—just French kissing the head of his cock and humming when it spurts a little bit of pre-cum, dribbling down your chin. Bill’s huffing above you, clenching his jaw when he sees that god awful look on your face, full of excitement.
It’s so soft, you think—wrapping one hand around the circumference of his cock and pumping with slow strokes. Your other hand is running up and down the underside of his thigh, making the hairs raise. “Baby,” He whimpers, furrowing his eyebrows and straining his neck down to watch you. You close your eyes, taking in his mewls, before pressing a kiss to his inner thigh and working your way up until your lips are hovering over his happy trail. Still stroking his cock with a slow, steady rhythm, you glance up at him and he looks so pretty—cheeks pink and flustered and his lips parted, swollen cherry red from biting them.
Then, with eyes still on his, you work a little bit of spit in your mouth, before opening your mouth wide and letting it slide off the pink of your tongue onto the little brown hairs below his belly button. He shivers and you only smile, squeezing his cock with the tiniest bit of pressure. “Think I’ve made a mess,” You murmur, before darting your tongue out again to drag it up his happy trail and you press a kiss to his belly button, remembering how ticklish he is there.
Bill wants more, but knows he has to wait—knows he has to be a good boy if he wants to cum. He whispers the smallest “please” and it makes your heart swell. Smiling, you kiss his tummy once more before positioning your lips his member again. He’s making such a mess, you think, pre-cum just drooling from the head, all swollen and slightly reddened. You can’t help but kiss it again, lapping your tongue over the hole and tilting your head forward to take him into your mouth. First it’s just the head, sucking just a little, but mostly using your tongue to glide against the skin. Your hand is still pumping his cock underneath your lips, making a twisting motion. But soon after, you’ve freed your hand, stretching your jaw open wide enough to take him all the way.
Bill’s eyes flutter close and he whines a prolonged “fuck”, when you’ve got him all the way—feeling your nose nudge against his pubes. “Baby, please,” He whines, feeling the vibration of your moans buzz against the veins in his cock. You pull off finally, gasping for air and stroking him in your hand a little faster now, while you lick your lips—you don’t mean to do it seductively—just want to taste him again. You’re starring down at his cock, disappearing into your fist with every stroke and it makes your mouth water, so much that you practically lose sense of reality. You quicken the pace of your strokes around his cock and bend your head down to kiss his inner thigh again. This time, he trembles a little at your touch, curling his toes into the mattress. You press your kisses down the length of his thigh and bite your lip a little when his balls nudge against your nose a bit. You drag your tongue over one and fondle the other with your hand—making sure to be gentle, because he can’t cum just yet. “Gonna be a good boy for me?” You prompt and he only whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. “Hm?,” You ask again, abandoning his balls and gripping his thighs to keep his steady while you lap your tongue over his asshole. He jumps a little, whining an “ah,”. “Do you wanna be my dirty boy?” Spitting onto the hole, only to watch it dribble down onto the bed sheets, making sure to clean it all up with your tongue.
It’s a foreign feeling and at first, Bill isn’t quite sure how to react. It feels good and god, your tongue is so soft against him, it makes his cock twitch. The weight of your mouth is pressed up under his balls and slowly but surely, you’ve managed to wriggle your tongue into his hole. “Yes,” He groans, reaching down to grab a fistful of your hair. “Wanna be your good boy, baby,”
He feels it—that knot in his tummy and a pressure in the head of his cock. Like he’s gonna explode any second now, but he knows he can’t and that makes his writhe beneath ou, mumbling a string of “please’s”. When you pull back, you blow on his hole, thinking that’ll get him right on the edge. He nearly screams and that makes you smile wide—thumbing over his asshole, all red and clenched tight.
You climb all the way up his body now and your breath is fanning over his lips. He cups your cheeks in both hands, panting like a mad man. His lips are parted like he wants to say something, but he’s struggling with the words. “Shh,” you whisper, pecking lightly at the corner of his lips, squeezing round his cock so tight, his back is arching.
Moving your face so your mouth is right by his ear, you pause and just take in his pleads. “Please—fuck—I wanna cum for you—wanna be your dirty boy—“ You don’t say it aloud, but think to yourself how pretty he sounds and it makes you almost blush at how obedient he’s being.
“Cum,” Is all you have to whisper and he’s letting out the sweetest sounds, bucking his hips up to fuck himself into your hand—riding out his orgasm. “Such a good boy,” you praise, pressing a longing kiss to his earlobe.
