For Maus -
[[Picked a random picture to be inspired by and challenged myself to 1000 word drabble for funzies. You get the results.]]
Charles hated ties.
They were constricting around his throat and worse they were a pain in the ass to deal with when you were trying to give a blow job. He had the tie on because he was going to some function or another that he was told by his other self that he needed to attend and a tie was to be involved but at the moment it kept falling forward and tickling his chin and that was distracting.
Drawing off the cock he was sucking with a lewd, wet pop, Charles took a moment to flick the tie over his shoulder with a disagreeable noise that turned into a low growl when a tattooed hand reached down and yanked on his hair.
“Be patient you bloody bastard,” he snarled, bending down to give a thick thigh a none-to-gentle bite, hand pumping the hard cock resting alongside his cheek.
He shouldn’t be in the small green room of the Abax theater. He shouldn’t be anywhere near this man and he certainly shouldn’t be sucking him off but Charles had made a promise. If Burke kept his body clean, his teeth brushed and took the antibiotics he’d dropped on the man until the STDs the Irishman was crawling with were cleaned up, Charles would suck his dick.
It would seem the desire to be a perverse as hell had held Burke in good stead and the man had waved a clean bill of health under Charles’ nose. A promise was a promise, even if it was with the vilest man imaginable and so Charles was on his knees, working that thick cock like a two dollar whore. He was going to end up showing up at his event with his lips red and swollen, anyone even remotely familiar with the act of giving head was going to know what he’d been doing. All he could hope was that no one asked him who he’d been doing.
Someone was making an obscene noise above him and Charles was nearly driven to use teeth out of ire, instead he lifted his hand and raked his nails down along that tattooed chest. By now, he could hit the lines of ink without having to look up from what he was doing, it disturbed him that he knew them that intimately but he forced the thought out of his mind. With his other hand, he stroked the base of Burke’s cock, the prick simply too long and wide for Charles to take it all the way into his mouth.
Not for a lack of trying! He managed to get a good two thirds down his throat, the flared head nearly choking off his air so far did it press along the back of his throat. Playing a game with himself, Charles tried to stay with the cock choking him for as long as possible, swallowing around the thick length as a bit of spit dribbled down his chin. When the blood was rushing against his ears, he drew back enough to get oxygen back into his lungs, his head bobbing as he allowed Burke to fuck his mouth, cheeks drawn in tight to give the man friction and pressure against his flesh.
Yanking his head back, Charles popped off Burke’s length, letting it smack across his face, leaving a warm trail of spit and pre-cum across his cheek. Laying the flat of his tongue along the thick vein running along the underside of Burke’s cock, Charles hummed as he licked and stroked the thick flesh. It would be so easy to close his eyes and pretend he was with someone who wasn’t a detestable psychopath but in a fit of contrariness Charles glanced up into that smug, inked face even as he slowly swirled the tip of his tongue around the ridge just beneath the head.
Lightly spanking Burke’s cockhead with his tongue, Charles lifted his hand to stroke the older man’s shaft as he pressed the tip against tightly closed lips. Sucking in his cheeks to pucker his red mouth he pushed his mouth down against the other man’s cock, the room filling with the wet, obscene pop as the thick member penetrated his tight lips and he sucked ruthlessly, wet heat, tight and eager.
Moaning softly at the flavor against his tongue, he once again sank Burke’s cock to the back of his throat, tongue sliding languidly along the underside until the flared head hit the resistance of his throat. This time he set himself to the task of getting Burke off. One hand slide down between the man’s legs to fondle his balls as Charles kneaded his ass and openly encouraged the Irishman to fuck his mouth to his satisfaction. With his hands on the other’s sac, he could feel when the glands drew up, caught a breath through his nose and drove his head forward so when Burke shot, it went straight down Charles’ throat.
It was still a hell of a load, a few drops spilling past blood red lips and trickling down his chin. When he was certain the older man was finished, Charles rocked back on his heels, the other’s dick sliding free of his mouth. Needing to keep himself neat, the telepath lifted his index finger and brushed it across the trail of spunk and spit at the corner of his mouth. Sliding the digit through the pearly mess, Charles slipped it past fuck swollen lips and licked it clean, then he powered up to his feet.
Spearing his fingers through his hair, settling it back and off his face, Charles tugged the tie from off his shoulder, stroking it down the front of his shirt before brushing the dust off his knees.
“Promise kept,” he said, voice velvety as the back of his throat had been fucked raw, he was in for some looks when he got to his appointment but a promise was a promise.
Even the promise of a blow job to a homicidal Irishman.