a few gray hairs, but no lover had ever complained of the texture. He liked how rough it was. Like him, it was coarse and crass and aggressive. His ass was too big by most standards – but when he found a man interested in fucking him, he’d vocally praised it as perfect to sink into. Judd had reason to be at peace with his body. He was also of an age not to give a shit.
Colin seemed to enjoy everything on offer.
Weirdly, that gave Judd a twinge of pride and relief. Guess he had been a little self-conscious, huh?
Judd focused on his Gingersnap. He smelled like Christmas in the old country – plum pudding, rich gravy, mulling spices. His limbs were slim and slender. His skin was very pale and so thin on his inner thighs that blue veins showed through. Judd traced them with his tongue. He found a small cluster of freckles on Colin’s hip. Delighted, Judd kissed and licked and nibbled there. Colin twitched, tried not to giggle.
Judd moved on. He paid oral tribute to everything he encountered, except Colin’s cock. Eager student, Colin did the same. Judd tried not to get lost in the fact that his broken, brilliant, perfect mate was letting him put his deadly mouth all over him.
Judd paused, checked in. “How we doing, Gingersnap?” There was gravel to his voice. He realized his own cock was heavy and his balls tight. All the teasing was turning him on as much as Colin. Not only because Colin was doing the same thing back to him, but also because the act of tasting his mate was painfully arousing.
Colin’s beautiful cock in front of Judd was pointed straight out. It was a gorgeous pink color. The glans, pushed free of the foreskin, was even darker, glistening. It was almost the same color as Colin’s pubic hair.
Judd glanced up to find Colin looking down at him. His green eyes were going orange. Judd had no doubt his own were yellow with arousal.
“We both need to keep our teeth under control.” Colin’s voice shaking.
“Absolutely. You good so far?”
“So good.”
“You’re a bit ticklish in places. No, don’t get self-conscious. I like any reaction I get. But I’m thinking maybe you need a bit more teeth and roughness than me. So I’m going to try that. I’m a pain wimp myself, but not you, I think. So if you like what I do, then you relax into it. Let’s not focus on me for a sec? It’s okay to take a break and just enjoy. But, you say something if it’s too intense?”
Colin nodded.
Judd focused on that cluster of freckles on Colin’s hip. This time he bit – firm and hard.
Colin let out a cry of surprised need. He muffled his mouth against Judd’s thigh, wet and panting. His pretty cock jerked and a tiny bead of pre-cum appeared. The smell of it – salty, spicy, and acrid – sent a spike of need from Judd’s nose to his own cock. He groaned. This was why Judd loved blow jobs. It was so much fun to see, right there, what worked. Apparently, his Gingersnap liked a snap with his loving, a bit of pain.
Judd went a little rougher, testing Colin’s limit. He knew it was pushing things, but he wanted to see if Colin would stop him.
Colin jerked and made an eep noise. “Too much!”
Good, he’d speak up for himself. Judd rewarded him with a soothing lick. Then moved to a different ticklish spot. He applied another bite, firm enough to leave a red mark, but no more.
Colin moaned. “Yes, that’s… oh man, that’s really good. I didn’t know I’d like it, but it’s like claiming or something. And it’s not so ticklish. More, please.”
Begging. His mate should never have to beg for anything, ever. Judd responded with tiny nibbles and bites all over Colin’s stomach and thighs. His Gingersnap squirmed and whimpered, and arched and cried out in joy under his teeth. Judd wanted to eat him up.
He paused.
“Oh!” Colin was crestfallen. “I forgot to do my part.”
“Look at my cock, Gingersnap.”
“Trust me, I am.”
“Does it look like I’m not enjoying this?”
“Oh yeah, I see. Could we maybe move on to that now?”
“Eager, are we?” Judd grinned at him.
“We certainly are. You’re leaking like a faucet in disrepair, and my balls feel like they’re going to explode. I’m young and impatient, remember?”
“Did you just compare my impressive manhood to a broken faucet?”