He was desperate to taste him again. It felt like hours had passed since their lips connected and the impatience within Christian spilled out in his kiss. To feel his warm delectable lips on his, feel his tongue probe his mouth again woke a stirring in him that he'd never felt before. He felt utterly helpless and, as everything started to fade from Christian's mind, the world around them dissolved in to nothing. They were the only 2 people in existence, the only 2 people that mattered and they were each others in that moment.
Syed could feel Christian harden against him, feel his cock stiffen in response. He had to have him. Now. His head swam with the dreams he'd had of them together, the fantasies he'd created almost nightly of them together in this situation and he so desperately wanted to make them all a reality. But he could feel Christian's hand slowly travelling along his body, skimming over his shirt, almost desperate to feel what was beneath him and Syed knew that, just one touch from him would render him hopeless. He would be at his mercy, completely lost in him. Reluctantly he tore his lips away from him, the need for Christian's cock in his mouth at last too strong to ignore any longer, and whispered delicately:
Syed: Wait...
He felt his lips being released, fear gripping him as the single word jumped in his ear. This was it he thought. The reality of the moment had finally hit him, he was backing off. Christian stared in to those dark eyes of his and held his breath, prepared for the worst.
But the worst didn't come. Instead he was pushed backwards against the wall, nothing but a burning passion in the eyes he was so consumed by. Syed had a lust in him he'd never seen before and he knew he wanted him just as much. Their lips crashed together again momentarily, oblivion washing over him again. Fuck, his kisses were sensational, he'd never been kissed like it before.
Christian had never paid much attention to any kiss he'd had before, it was what followed them that had always held his arousal. But Syed's kiss? It was something else, almost enough by itself. That first kiss they'd shared had blown him away. Not just because it was soft, sensual, seductive. But he could feel it meant something to Syed, to them both. He could feel him in it and it made Christian realise that this wasn't going to be like any other fuck he'd ever have. This would change him.
Syed was losing himself again, he could feel his senses leaving his body as their lips moved together, their tongues motioning against each others in unison. He needed to draw away from him, just a little. He needed to compose himself so he could please him. Every other man he'd slept with, not that there were many, were there for his selfish pleasure only. But Christian was different, he had this desire to please him and him alone. As their lips divided he slowly begins his descent down his body, inhaling deeply, swallowing his luscious scent.
He feels him moving downwards, feels the tip of his nose running down his chest, hears his stubble gently scratch against his shirt and he knows he's going to cum in Syed's mouth soon. His cock can hardly conceal it's own delight and begins to throb in anticipation. A groan escapes his lips as he feels Syed's finger skim him through his trousers, gently tracing its way down his length and back up again until it reaches his belt, a sigh escaping him at the additional barrier in his way.
He makes light work of his belt and button, he's pictured undressing him so many times his hands act of their own accord, and he takes a moment to finally value what is about to happen. He's here, finally here with him and he wants him. The thickness of Christian's cock protruding in his trousers is all the proof he needs to confirm that this wasn't a one sided fantasy of Syed's, it's reciprocated. And all that stands in the way of him finally having him is seconds away. He can't help but smile, he's finally going to fuck him.
He looks down as he feels the zip of his trousers opening and his cock leaps from its cage, his tip already wet form his pre-cum. This is it, make or break he thinks to himself as he swallows the lump in his throat, Syed's breath warming his groin.
He's huge, fuck he's huge! He doesn't need to release him, his cock springs from his trousers with ease and Syed can see the taster of what's to come sitting on his tip. He's wet for me he thinks to himself and the glee inside of him lingers as he stays on his knees in front of him. He can hear Christian panting as he waits for him to take him in his mouth, but Syed waits. He wants to make this last as long as he can.
He can see how close he is to him, see his wet lips less than an inch from his cock but he doesn't move. Instead he smiles, a wicked smile Christian has never seen from him before and he understands; he's playing with him! And as much as he loves the thought he can't wait for him any longer, his need to be consumed by him takes over his entire body.
Christian: Do you want me to beg?
Syed feels his smile miden, not from the words but from his voice. Even the sound of his voice is all he needs to feel happy.
Syed: Not yet.
His words barely leave his lips before he wraps his lips around his cock, warming his entire length as he moves downwards. He gags as he feels him hit the back of his throat, his pre-cum against it awakening his taste buds and Syed can't think of the words he needs to describe it. It's like nothing he's ever tasted before. And he wants more.
He doesn't expect it, he knew it was coming but he still didn't expect it. So much so he couldn't hold in the gasp of relief as it escaped him. His mouth was so wet, so warm, and he could go deep! He relished knowing Syed could take him all in his mouth, that he pushed his mouth down until Christian felt himself hit the back of his throat. That feeling was like no other, one of his favourites, and Syed obliged over and over again. And his tongue... Oh his tongue was divine as it licked him, curled around him as his cock slid over it, backwards and forth as Syed guided him in and out of his mouth slowly. Slow was good, slow meant time was on their side and, as much as he was loving ever second of this, he didn't want this to end for a very long time. He was in heaven.
Syed heard his groans of pleasure as his mouth moved over him, his teeth playfully biting gently at just the right moments, in just the right places and he knew he could stay here for hours. Fuck he loved this, loved the taste of him in his mouth and he knew nothing except for Christian could pull him away from him.
Christian had never had it like this before, in just a few short minutes he could feel himself on the brink already. He'd dreamt of fucking Syed for months but even he was surprised the effect the reality of having him here, like this, was having on him. He had to stop him, he had to pull him away now or it would all be over before it even started.
Christian: Syed, stop. You're making me come.
He heard an urgency in his voice, the words spilling from his mouth. Selfishly unwilling but obliging nonetheless he pulled away from him, sucking his tip as his mouth broke from him. He rose from his knees and stood before him, Christian's face a picture of lust and need. Taking him in his hand, slowly caressing him he smiled as he replied.
Syed: Good.
He lowered himself back down before he could speak, he'd had a taste of him and now he wanted it all. He wanted to feel him running down his throat. He thrust himself back on to him, consuming every inch of him in his mouth and began to suck and fuck him with his mouth.
Christian had no doubt he wanted him to cum so he didn't resist. His hands found their way down to Syed's hair and coiled themselves around his locks, his hips thrusting in a perfect rhythm to Syed's mouth and he knew each thrust down his throat was edging him closer. Standing in the doorway, fucking Syed's mouth and feeling him gag like this; nothing had ever come close. He was ready, he could feel his orgasm travelling through his body and, unsure of his preference, he tried to push Syed away. But Syed pulled him deeper into his mouth, he wanted his cum, he wanted to taste him. This sent Christian over the edge, calling out as he felt his juice leave him, feeling Syed swallow against his cock.
As Syed felt his explosion hit the back of his throat he smiled inside. The taste was surreal, his taste was surreal and he swallowed every last drop of him, sucking him dry. He stayed exactly where he was, licking him, kissing him, too afraid to look up. Apart from the heavy breaths that were now slowing Christian was silent. He hadn't said a word and Syed felt his fear grip. What the hell happens now? Do I leave? Does he throw me out? Or, he hoped, do we go upstairs so he can fuck me?
Christian: Sy...
Reluctantly Syed pulled him out of his mouth and stood in front of him. Their eyes met and he desperately searched Christian's face for some sort of hint, something that allowed him to read his thoughts. But there was nothing.
He was still hard, still throbbing, still wanted more. Syed's face was blank, he had no idea what he wanted to happen next. Was that all he wanted? Was he done now? Or did he want more? Did he want him? Christian couldn't stand the waiting any longer and grabbed him by his jacket, backing him slowly until he hit the wall behind him. He stared at him, unable to believe what had just happened.
Syed had a look of fear etched on his face. Not of what had just happened, but of what would happen next. Fear of hearing Christian telling him to leave, that it shouldn't have happened.
Still panting Christian pulled Syed's face onto his and kissed him. He could taste himself in his mouth and that made him want him even more. Syed kissed him back, hungrily and both men sighed in relief as they realised neither wanted this to be over, both wanted the exact same thing.
Each other.