Deep (Prompt 24, Ray/Ray)
Deep
Ray/Ray, NC-17, 721 words
"Take it," Vecchio murmurs, his voice soft, his hands stroking at Ray's head absentmindedly. Ray takes him in deeper, feeling Vecchio's fingertips pressing against the hinge of his jaw, making him open up, wide.
He can't breathe, and everything went fuzzy around the edges a while ago, when Vecchio held on and thrust down Ray's throat in one long, choking slide, enough to make him want to gag, but he held on through it, and now he's good. He's swallowing down Vecchio's dick, his eyes closed, and the only thing that makes sense is the soft touch of Vecchio's hands on his cheeks, the words flowing from Vecchio's mouth.
When they fucked, Vecchio bending him over the back of the couch or pushing his legs back on the bed, Vecchio was quiet, just a few small sounds when he pushed in harder and came in Ray's ass. Afterward, he was soothing, saying things he'd be embarrassed to say anywhere else, but he went inside himself when he was fucking Ray, and it was Ray's sounds that filled the room.
He could only get Vecchio to let go when he was blowing him, and Ray couldn't make any noise then anyway, not with Vecchio holding on and fucking his throat like it was the best thing in the world. And Ray loves it. Fuck, it makes his mouth water just thinking about getting on his knees and getting out Vecchio's cock.
It may be a little brutal, sometimes, but Vecchio always talks to him, always tells him how fucking good he is, how much Vecchio loves him, how perfect Ray's mouth is. And Ray loves it, and he doesn't need Vecchio to make him do it, but he'll keep up the illusion.
"You're - fuck, your mouth -" Vecchio says, panting and barely getting out the words around his gasp as Ray pulls back and hums around his dick, sliding back until he just has the head in his mouth. "Don't - take it, come on, I want you to -" Vecchio's hands are flailing now, all that smooth finesse of a few minutes earlier gone. Ray doesn't give it up easily, just looks up and shoots Vecchio a look that says he's going to have to work for it, his mouth full of Vecchio's cock.
"Come on," Vecchio says, his voice dark, a little dangerous. "Don't fuck around." Ray mouths the head of Vecchio's dick, swiping his tongue over the head and his slit, teasing the fuck out of him. He wants Vecchio to take his challenge and meet it. He wants it, and Vecchio's gonna give it to him.
Vecchio doesn't say anything, but his fingers are threading through Ray's hair, tugging hard. Hard enough that Ray's eyes are watering and he wants to sink back down on Vecchio's dick all on his own, but that's not the game here. That's not what they're playing. "Fuck," Vecchio whispers, and Ray knows enough to relax before Vecchio pulls him down, pushing into Ray's throat, no hesitation. Ray already knows he's going to be hoarse for the rest of the night and probably the next day too. Everyone will know he's been sucking cock when he opens his mouth to talk in the morning, and he doesn't even realize he's that close until just the thought of that makes him come in his pants, choking around Vecchio's dick in his throat.
Then Vecchio's shouting and thrusting up, and Ray swears he blacks out for a second, because he doesn't have any air left and his brains must have come out of his dick. When he figures out what the fuck's going on, Vecchio's tugging him up onto the couch and whispering, things that make Ray want to melt into the cushions and stay there forever.
"We should get those pants off you," Vecchio says, brushing a kiss to the corner of Ray's bruised, swollen mouth. He can taste Vecchio on the back of his throat, everywhere.
Ray sighs and pulls Vecchio close, so that he's pressing Ray down into the cushions and blanketing him. It feels great. "Rest," he says, and that's the last thing he remembers before he drifts off, except for the feel of Vecchio's fingers on the side, underneath his t-shirt.
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Ray/Ray, NC-17, 721 words
"Take it," Vecchio murmurs, his voice soft, his hands stroking at Ray's head absentmindedly. Ray takes him in deeper, feeling Vecchio's fingertips pressing against the hinge of his jaw, making him open up, wide.
He can't breathe, and everything went fuzzy around the edges a while ago, when Vecchio held on and thrust down Ray's throat in one long, choking slide, enough to make him want to gag, but he held on through it, and now he's good. He's swallowing down Vecchio's dick, his eyes closed, and the only thing that makes sense is the soft touch of Vecchio's hands on his cheeks, the words flowing from Vecchio's mouth.
When they fucked, Vecchio bending him over the back of the couch or pushing his legs back on the bed, Vecchio was quiet, just a few small sounds when he pushed in harder and came in Ray's ass. Afterward, he was soothing, saying things he'd be embarrassed to say anywhere else, but he went inside himself when he was fucking Ray, and it was Ray's sounds that filled the room.
He could only get Vecchio to let go when he was blowing him, and Ray couldn't make any noise then anyway, not with Vecchio holding on and fucking his throat like it was the best thing in the world. And Ray loves it. Fuck, it makes his mouth water just thinking about getting on his knees and getting out Vecchio's cock.
It may be a little brutal, sometimes, but Vecchio always talks to him, always tells him how fucking good he is, how much Vecchio loves him, how perfect Ray's mouth is. And Ray loves it, and he doesn't need Vecchio to make him do it, but he'll keep up the illusion.
"You're - fuck, your mouth -" Vecchio says, panting and barely getting out the words around his gasp as Ray pulls back and hums around his dick, sliding back until he just has the head in his mouth. "Don't - take it, come on, I want you to -" Vecchio's hands are flailing now, all that smooth finesse of a few minutes earlier gone. Ray doesn't give it up easily, just looks up and shoots Vecchio a look that says he's going to have to work for it, his mouth full of Vecchio's cock.
"Come on," Vecchio says, his voice dark, a little dangerous. "Don't fuck around." Ray mouths the head of Vecchio's dick, swiping his tongue over the head and his slit, teasing the fuck out of him. He wants Vecchio to take his challenge and meet it. He wants it, and Vecchio's gonna give it to him.
Vecchio doesn't say anything, but his fingers are threading through Ray's hair, tugging hard. Hard enough that Ray's eyes are watering and he wants to sink back down on Vecchio's dick all on his own, but that's not the game here. That's not what they're playing. "Fuck," Vecchio whispers, and Ray knows enough to relax before Vecchio pulls him down, pushing into Ray's throat, no hesitation. Ray already knows he's going to be hoarse for the rest of the night and probably the next day too. Everyone will know he's been sucking cock when he opens his mouth to talk in the morning, and he doesn't even realize he's that close until just the thought of that makes him come in his pants, choking around Vecchio's dick in his throat.
Then Vecchio's shouting and thrusting up, and Ray swears he blacks out for a second, because he doesn't have any air left and his brains must have come out of his dick. When he figures out what the fuck's going on, Vecchio's tugging him up onto the couch and whispering, things that make Ray want to melt into the cushions and stay there forever.
"We should get those pants off you," Vecchio says, brushing a kiss to the corner of Ray's bruised, swollen mouth. He can taste Vecchio on the back of his throat, everywhere.
Ray sighs and pulls Vecchio close, so that he's pressing Ray down into the cushions and blanketing him. It feels great. "Rest," he says, and that's the last thing he remembers before he drifts off, except for the feel of Vecchio's fingers on the side, underneath his t-shirt.
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