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‘I want to suck dick,’ Adrien thought suddenly, brow furrowing at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth.
He tried to put the thought out of his mind for the moment, shaking his heat and spitting out the foam. He didn’t exactly have time that morning to squeeze out an orgasm to calm himself down, he had to block it out.
But, feeling his tongue slide against clean teeth, all he could think about was putting his tongue on Luka’s cocktip…
With wet hands, he lightly slapped himself, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to remember what he had planned for that day as he got dressed and ready.
He had test prep for finals at lunch today with a university tutor he was seeing, then fencing that afternoon, and after he was going to dinner with Marinette, Juleka and Rose to celebrate Rose turning 18!
It was a loaded day, and Adrien didn’t have any time to bother Luka for a cock to suck.
Dressed and groomed, he hurried down the cavernous halls of his house to the cavernous kitchen, and sat down for breakfast.
Thick pork sausage, potatoes and eggs.
“You must keep your energy up,” Nathalie said sagely when she saw her ward staring at the thick sausages. “You need protein and calories, Adrien.”
Adrien just sighed slightly, and cut the sausages to eat.
‘I really wanna suck dick…’ he thought once more.
-
Adrien sat in class and watched the back of Marinette’s head as she squirmed in her seat, sweating bullets and stealing glances at her still-17 BFF.
For him, this constant heat and lust was starting to fade into the background, but it never really stopped. He was starting to get used to it, his own constant onslaught of hormones.
Adrien’s eyes drifted to Rose and Juleka, the pair having been forcibly separated by their teacher when Rose turned 18.
Alya had questioned why, and wondered if the teacher was suddenly homophobic. Adrien could only tell her the classic line.
“You’ll understand when you’re older.”
Rose could hardly keep her hands to herself anymore. If they weren’t in Juleka’s back jean pocket, they were twiddling with Juleka’s hair as she sat in her lap and kissed her like he was trying to melt her face into Juleka’s.
Adrien couldn’t blame her, the Couffaine’s really did have a way of infecting ones’ mind… he couldn’t get Luka out of his head.
He gnawed at the pushcap of his pen, only barely paying any attention to the lesson as the pen tip bounced in front of his nose. His tongue shifted behind his teeth, brushing against the rounded tip of the pencap, and his mind wandered momentarily.
His tongue felt restless, his lungs too full of air, he craved the taste…Luka ate pineapple specifically so he’d taste good!
‘God, I want to suck dick…’ He thought, blushing down to his roots, taking the pen out of his mouth and covering the bottom of his face, taking a steadying breath as he swallowed back drool.
-
Doing 69 on the edge of Adrien’s bed.
Laying down with his neck against the edge, mouth open for Luka to fuck his face as he fingered Adrien and pressed his Bitch Button.
‘My insides feel…weird,’ Adrien thought, perturbed as he shifted slightly. His mouth still felt restless, and it was spreading to his guts. He thought, momentarily, about going into the jerk-off closet…but he knew it wouldn’t be satisfying.
‘I want to suck diiiiick…’ He mentally bemoaned again.
Fingers snapping in front of his eyes. “Adrien, are you getting any of this?”
Green eyes blinked hard, head shaking slightly. “No, I…Sorry.” He said, leaning back in the cafe chair.
Right, university tutoring. He was trying to become a doctor…He swallowed tightly, hands rubbing at his face. “I need to call my…friend.”
“Is this friend over 18?” His tutor asked with a knowing chuckle.
“19…” Adrien confessed with a blush. “He’s been such a big help, with…all this learning. I’m hearing so many horror stories about naive gay guys being prayed on and…I know I would have been one of them.”
“It happens to all 18 year olds,” The tutor said with a sad sigh. “A friend of mine in high school, she met and fell in love with the first guy who gave her an orgasm, married him and now she’s divorced with two kids at 20. And the guy was 50.”
Adrien shuddered. Well, that was one way to shake off the horny…
After a moment to breathe, he got back to his test prep with the tutor.
-
Adrien’s guts felt empty.
He made the realization as he bent over to change into his fencing whites.
Thankfully, with the jockstrap and padding, no one could exactly tell how big of a tent Adrien was pitching as they met on the mat.
‘I want to suck his dick,’ Adrien thought again, annoyance starting to edge into his mind, his tongue swishing inside his mouth. His saliva didn’t feel wet enough, he needed a drink… ‘I want his tongue inside me, I want his fingers on my Bitch Button.’ He threw the match, just dropping his fencing sabre to go back to the bench for his water. His bag was beneath the bench, and he grabbed it, taking out his phone to compose a quick text.
Adrien: Can we meet tonight? I’m going to die if I don’t get you in my mouth, I can’t stop THINKING about you
Luka: Be ready for me, kitty
Adrien: Stay the night
Luka: Of course
Adrien’s heart throbbed, an excited jitter rattling through him momentarily. He took a sip of his water, taking a deep breath, and returning to his fencing with a renewed spirit!
As he left the building, he drank his water deeply, reminding himself to stop at a pharmacy to ‘get ready’ for Luka.
-
Marinette walked in, taking her spot next to Adrien in the booth at Hooters. Rose was in the corner, half hidden behind Juleka as she comfortingly whispered ‘it’s okay, I know you love me, this is meant to be fun’ into her girlfriends’ ears.
Adrien seemed to be staring off into the middle distance, a serious, considering look upon his face. “Why so serious? You’ve had that look on your face all day.” Marinette asked, lightly poking Adrien’s cheek. “Stop that, you look like your father.”
“Yeah, what’s got you so long in the face?” Agreed Juleka. “You look like you’re considering the secrets of the universe.”
“...I just really want to suck dick right now,” Adrien said absent-mindedly, sending the entire table into immature sputters of laughter.
By the end of the night, Rose had come to the conclusion that while she was bi-romantic, at the end of the day, she was firm that she could only ever imagine herself sleeping with a woman.
“Something I don’t get,” Marinette noted, head tilting. “How come we didn’t…understand earlier, but you guys did? Coming out, being gay…that isn’t 18+, you guys knew so….why didn’t we?”
“My Mom never dismissed me when I said I wanted a wife instead of a husband,” Juleka said. “Never said ‘you don’t know what you want’ or anything like that, so in my head, it was never an 18+ thing for me.”
Rose nodded in agreement. “When I started dating Jules, my parents were fine with it. Had Juleka over and did the ‘treat me right’ thing and…here we are, almost five years later!”
Adrien thought back, brow furrowing as he tried to remember. Had his parents ever discouraged him from being gay?
“That…makes a lot of sense,” Marinette said, her eyebrow twitching slightly. “I love my parents but…growing up, my Mom had…some hangups from her life back in the countryside, but she’s chilled out about it now, enough that bringing home several drag queens didn’t give her a heart attack. I think my Dad might’ve had his Dad in his ear in those early years too. I loved my grandpa, but…he wasn’t interested in changing that view back then. He got better, eventually. I think. I didn’t ask before he died.”
“I bet he’d be that one offering grandpa hugs at Pride,” Adrien said, arm wringing around his friends’ shoulders. “Seeing his granddaughter so much happier now than you were with me.”
“Maybe.” Marinette snorted, tilting into him slightly.
“What about you, Adrien? Did your Dad ever tell you ‘no’?” Juleka asked, curious.
“Not in so many words,” Adrien shook his head. “I don’t think he was homophobic, he was a fashion designer after all, I doubt he’d be able to professionally avoid every gay person in the fashion industry and still make money, I just think he never paid enough attention to me to even notice that I was gay, and I had no idea that was even an option for me until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”
Conversation moved onwards…but still at the back of Adrien’s mind…
‘God I wanna suck dick right now…’
-
Luka wasn’t sure what to expect when he walked into Adrien’s room, but not even in his wildest fantasies did he ever expect to find Adrien sitting in the middle of his bed, entirely naked, head down, ass up, with a fuzzy black cat tail coming out of his ass. “Lhuu..” Adrien moaned, his hands between his thighs as his fingers moved the toy he had inside himself.
Luka strode over like a man possessed, crawling into bed and pushing the blonde to flop to the side and lay back, then kissing him as he lay moaning.
“Mmn!” Adrien squeaked with lips on his, legs falling out from under him as Luka loomed, his pierced tongue snaking into Adrien’s mouth as his special toy roiled inside him. Adrien had to pull away to gasp, legs stirring in the sheets as Luka hunched over him.
Luka’s head found its place in the crook of Adrien’s neck, kissing the blonde’s rapid pulse. “What did you do to yourself, Kitty?” He asked, curious.
“K…kitty toys, weighted bells-” Adrien choked out, back arching, holding onto his coat for dear life and trying to push into Luka more, feeling like his head was stuck in a deep fryer somewhere on another continent. Only his body existed, and it was warm and needed Luka’s guitar-roughened hands and his kisses all over. “Fuck, I want your dick in my mouth~!”
Luka’s chuckle made lightning spark down Adrien’s spine, his body clenching around the toy inside him.
Attached to the tail was a shiny metal plug, stainless steel, but that plug was also connected to two slightly smaller silver balls with weighted balls inside them. They swished inside the balls, moving inside him, hitting each other and causing core-deep vibrations that made Adrien’s insides hum and his cock squirt.
“You’re so cock-hungry.”
Adrien was dazed as Luka got off of him. ‘Cock-hungry,’ He thought, his rim tightening around the toy, his own cock almost painfully hard between his thighs.
Adrien followed Luka, sitting up as his lover did, Luka was undoing his belt and pants zipper and button when Adrien pushed him back to sit against the headboard of his bed and kissed him, all desperate tongue and teeth, catching Luka’s lower lip between, eager and wanting and hungry.
It felt like the right word for this feeling, like he was starving for Luka’s touch.
Adrien’s hips shifted, feeling the fuzz of his toy tail against his naked thighs, his hand drifting from where it rested on Luka’s shoulder, down his clothed chest, stomach, finger sliding under the elastic of his underwear to pull down as tongues mashed together.
Luka moaned into this kiss as his cock was freed, the fat, thick shaft bulging with veins and dripping with pre, and Adrien’s head pulled away.
“Finally-” Was all Adrien could say, drool pooling under his tongue.
He shifted, moving to kneel between Luka’s legs, mouth tilting open to take Luka’s cockhead in immediately, wasting no time in satisfying his hunger, and both moaned as he made contact.
Adrien’s eyes closed, his tongue swiping at the cockslit, soft, wet muscle gliding along sensitive, flushed dick, swiping up the beat of milky pre to taste.
It didn’t sate his hunger like he thought it would, he wanted more.
Adrien worked the musician over, head bobbing, one hand on his shaft to stroke what he couldn’t fit in his mouth, huffing air through his nose as he encouraged more of Luka’s sweet pre to flow, drool slipping out between heated shaft and his lips.
Until he felt a little too brave, and went a little too low, the head of Luka’s dick touching the back of his throat and causing him to gag slightly, pulling away as his lover moaned.
Adrien hadn’t exactly been paying attention to his bedmate, a bit too preoccupied with his dick, but when he sat back and looked up with a teary, reddened face, he saw that Luka had taken off his shirt while his head was down.
“Not bad, Kitty,” He huffed and puffed, red faced and sweaty himself.
“Liar,” Adrien accused, crawling into Luka’s lap. He wasn’t an expert on blowjobs by any means, but he knew he’d given a terrible one. “I need more practice. Help a guy out?” He asked, his cat tail twitching slightly as his rim tightened, hips out.
“Yeah, sure,” Luka breathed, his lips finding Adrien’s throat, words whispered against it as his hands drew up Adrien’s naked thighs, touching along the round of his ass, tugging at the fuzzy tail between the blonde’s cheeks. “Whatever you want, Kitty. I’m all yours.”
Lips met again, tongues in the middle, Luka’s fingers tugging at the toy teasingly, pulling slowly.
Adrien pulled away with a gasp like he’d been punched as it reached past its widest point, the rest sliding out and his rim closing again around the string that held the silver balls inside him. “Take it out,” he demanded, drunk on his own endorphins. “Take it out and fuck me, Luka.”
“I’m all yours,” Luka repeated, fingers already wet with lube as he slowly pulled at the toy, sliding another silver sphere from Adrien’s body.
Adrien was leaning on Luka, propping himself up on the musician as his thighs trembled, counting mentally as the weighted bells clanged like the Notre Dame inside him, each thick bead popping out made the rest inside him move, and as Luka slid the second and last out of him, he slouched slightly, his asshole slick and gaping, the toy tossed and falling with a musical clang onto the floor.
Luka reached, holding Adrien by his jaw, angling the blonde to kiss as he gently lowered him to the bed, Adrien’s legs over Luka’s still clothed thighs. Luka pulled away, sitting on his haunches and reaching into his pocket for a condom, then sliding his pants down the rest of the way, taking a second to take them off completely.
Luka tore the condom wrapper with his teeth, hurriedly sliding it onto his cocktip, not wanting to leave Adrien waiting. “Sorry, Kitty. I’ve been a bit easy these past couple months,” Luka said, slightly sheepish as he rolled the rubber on.
“Hurry,” Adrien whimpered, his hands braced on Luka’s broad shoulders. “Before I lose my bravery.”
Luka pressed the thick head of his dick against Adrien’s twitching, slick asshole, just to the tip and pausing to let him breathe. “F-fuck, Kitty~!” He moaned as Adrien’s rim spasmed around his cockhead.
“A-ahh~” Adrien’s thigh’s trembled as Luka’s cocktip popped inside his rim, the feel of something warm holding him open making Adrien’s skin jump. Luka held Adrien’s thigh to his body with one hand, the other on the blonde’s hip, slowly tilting their bodies so Luka could press more of his thick cock into the newly deflowered 18 year old.
“Fuuuuck, you’re big…” Adrien breathed out in a low whine, toes flexing next to Luka’s ear as the brunette bit his lower lip, watching Adrien’s face with rapt attention.
“How do I feel?” Luka asked, panting.
“Luuukaaaa~!” Adrien moaned, face flushed a bright, cherry red under his stare. “I-it feels…weird!”
“Good weird or bad weird?” Luka asked, a bit concerned and slowing. “Should I-?”
“Luka Couffaine, if you stop, I will fucking kill you,” Adrien swore, his slightly teary emerald eyes staring daggers into Luka’s.
Luka stifled a slight snicker at the absolute dead serious look on the blonde’s face. He lowered the leg on his shoulder, leaning over Adrien with his legs hooked loosely around Luka’s hips. “Understood,” he said, smiling as he kissed the blonde.
Adrien let out a soft, satisfied sounding breath out his nose as his arms lifted, stretching out behind Luka’s head as tongues glided together sweetly-
Luka’s hips twitched forward a bit, and Adrien’s teeth sunk into Luka’s tongue.
“Ough-! S-sorr-” Adrien’s hands slapped over his mouth as Luka recoiled slightly, tongue partially stuck out. “Luka!!” He yipped, his legs tightening around the musician’s middle, hands going to slap onto Luka’s upper shoulders to brace himself.
Luka’s tongue shifted in his mouth slightly, tongue smarting. “I think I found your prostate, Kitty.”
Adrien couldn’t hear his lover over the sound of his own heartbeat inside his eardrum. A jolt of warmth emanated from his gut, and every inch of his skin tingled in its wake.
“God, I wish I had the energy to be clever right now but I can’t, Luka,” Adrien expressed as he squirmed, using his legs around Luka as leverage to try to wiggle onto the guitarists’ fat cock to make him rub that spot again, holding Luka over him. “I love you but you need to stop talking.”
Luka blinked. “You-?”
Adrien was impatient, though. Or rather, he’d been too patient for too long that day, grabbing Luka by the frame of his face and pulling him down, kissing Luka to shut him up.
Luka tilted back and thrust forward quickly, the head of his cock dragging across Adrien’s prostate.
“Oh-!!” Adrien’s head tilted back and eyes watered, mouth falling open as his fingernails scratched into the arch of Luka’s shoulders.
“No bullshit,” Luka promised, nostrils flaring as he huffed, fitting his head into the crook of Adrien’s neck. Adrien’s rim flexed around his shaft, soft and wet inner muscles bearing down on his leaking tip.
Adrien’s teeth sunk into his lower lip as Luka moved, his thighs twitching and tightening around Luka’s middle as he rode every electrifying pass of Luka’s cockhead. His head was spinning, his heart was thundering, it felt like he would exhale flame with the heat he felt in his belly.
“D-deep-” He barely stuttered, and Luka obliged.
Adrien’s eyes widened as his guts parted around Luka’s shaft, pelvis flush to asscheeks, wrapping around the brunette’s dick and squeezing. “Holy fffffucking-!” he gagged, eyes watering as the intense, alien and vaguely painful sensation, the guitarist sliding in as deeply as he could with the rest of his shaft.
“D…deep…puh…” Adrien dithered smartly, his inside’s hurting. There was a distinct, almost bruising sensation against his stomach area where the tip of Luka’s cock was pressing against his lower gut from inside.
Luka held his forehead to Adrien’s, his back arched over his lover, panting breaths mingling between parted lips. “That feel good?” Luka panted, held up by one elbow on the bed, his hand wrapped around Adrien’s dripping cock. “You’re squeezing so tight, Adrien.”
“Y-yess…” Adrien hissed, legs so tight around Luka’s waist, he felt his thighs start to go numb.
Soft, meaty pectorals, and tasty-looking, pale pink buds with silver metal speared through them dangled temptingly in front of Adrien as he adjusted to the sensation of a thick cock, and his mouth opened to take in one of Luka’s nipples, sucking deliberately and breathing out in a moan as his tongue laved against metal, and Luka’s hips twitched back in surprise, then slamming into him.
“F-f-fuuuuck~!” Luka blathered, mouth hanging open, drool wetting his lips as his hips pumped, rocking into Adrien’s lube-slicked asshole, holding a fist to stroke Adrien with every thrust.
Adrien rode on waves of pure sensation, his mind fuzzing at the corners like an old TV with a bad connection as he suckled, Luka’s hips swinging in slow and deep, deliberate strokes, rutting up against Adrien’s bitch button to feel his insides spasm and feel his dick throb in his hand.
Teeth sunk in around Luka’s pierced nipple, letting out a groan from deep in his soul as he came on Luka’s cock, his hips twitching, squirming between Luka’s hand and his dick as his guts pulsed around him.
Adrien let go of Luka’s chest, his own heaving and skin twitching, dazed with a squirted, creamy mess across his stomach, his breath hitching when Luka drew back one more time, thrusting with the entire length of his dick as he spilled into the condom.
“Oh god-” Adrien whimpered, toes curling as he felt Luka’s cock throbbing inside him. He felt so full, he felt like he was ripping at the seams, and he had never cum so hard in his life as the humming pain met searing pleasure.
Luka pulled out, and Adrien felt like he took all of his organs with him, muscles slouching as his rim struggled, and ultimately failed, to close. “God-” he choked out, face flushed red.
“Might as well call me Father, if you keep praying like that,” Luka chuckled, collapsing next to the blonde, laying on his back. They were both red and sweaty, and Adrien tilted himself towards him, fitting himself under Luka’s arm, head on his shoulder to cuddle up against his lover.
“Thank you…” he mumbled, looking up at Luka.
Luka kissed the top of his sweaty head. “Satisfied?” He asked, smiling.
He got a soft groan in response, Adrien already unconscious as he was held. Luka could only smile, and laid there, happily wrapped around his friend, until he also fell asleep.