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Hob presses the gorgeous, nameless goth he'd picked up at the club against the wall of his entryway, moaning when the man's hips grind against his own. Hob's still shocked that the man agreed to go home with him, and he's not about to waste the opportunity to get him naked as quickly as possible.
“Please let me suck you off,” Hob pants into the other man's ear as they kick their shoes off and messily kiss against the front door. “Been thinking about how pretty of a cock you must have all night.”
“I, ah, have a better idea,” the stranger tells him in that deep, low voice that goes straight to Hob's cock and balls. “Bedroom?”
Hob eagerly leads the other man down the hall and practically yanks him onto the bed. They're both just on the other side of drunk, and so it takes some additional effort to get themselves fully naked. Hob tries to crawl down to the floor to kneel at the stranger’s feet, but he’s stopped by the man’s grip on his shoulder, and a filthy kiss with tongue as the stranger climbs into his lap to straddle him.
“I would like,” the raven haired man says in-between kisses, nibbling on Hob’s ear, “to service you while you suck me off. If that would be all right.”
“Oh fuck yes,” Hob groans, gripping the man’s ass before giving it a playful swat. “Turn around and come up here baby.”
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but eventually Hob is laid flat on his back and facing the most beautiful ass he's ever seen. The stranger's cock is just as he'd imagined it too, pale and long, and with a beautiful pink blush along the shaft.
Hob runs his tongue first along the underside from tip to base, then back down, causing the thighs around his head to shudder. He grips each leg tight to steady them, and then repeats the motion with his mouth a few more times. When he takes the tip of the stranger's cock into his mouth, the resulting moan from the other man is the most lovely sound Hob has ever heard.
Hob sucks at the top a few more times before the stranger puts his mouth on Hob and begins to bob his head. His mouth is hot and perfect around Hob's cock, and Hob rocks his hips upward to match the man's pace, careful not to thrust too hard as they both lose themselves in the act of pleasuring one another.
Once they find a rhythm, Hob lets his hands wander along the stranger's thighs, and eventually his fingertips brush along the tight ring of muscle of the man's hole. Those lovely pale thighs shudder against Hob's head again when he starts to play with it, pressing firmly at the rim, but never pushing his fingers inside.
Hob lets his mind think about what sorts of noises the stranger would make if he let Hob eat him out and fuck, he desperately wants to stick his tongue inside to find out. Maybe another time though, since his mouth is already occupied, and Hob’s a shit multi-tasker when he’s sober, probably worse when he’s drunk. Best to just stick to what’s working for now, and hope and pray that he does well enough to warrant a second round.
Hob moans around the cock in his mouth, and then swallows the stranger down to the hilt, gagging only slightly when the other man responds by thrusting further downwards into his throat. Hob swallows him down again, and again, and again, enjoying the way the stranger’s thighs shake as he tries to keep himself upright enough to take what he wants from Hob’s mouth.
When the stranger comes, he moves his mouth off Hob's cock and shouts, his entire body stilling as he spills inside Hob's mouth. Hob eagerly licks and swallows the man’s seed, only stopping when he hears the dark haired man whine in overstimulation. Hob releases the man’s thighs, and then watches with satisfaction as the stranger’s body continues to shiver as he slowly moves his body off Hob’s face.
Hob then watches as the man moves like liquid silk down the length of Hob’s body, stopping right at his crotch and mouthing at Hob’s still hard cock. Those beautiful, plush pink lips wrap around Hob’s cock again, and fucking hell, the sight of it is even better now that Hob can fully appreciate it. The stranger bobs his head up and down slowly at first, and then he swallows Hob to the hilt, pressing his nose right into Hob’s pubic hair and looking up at him expectantly. Hob curses when he realizes what he's being offered.
Hob tangles his fingers in the stranger's dark black hair and thrusts upwards, moaning when he finds no resistance when his cock hits the back of the man's throat. He thrusts again, harder this time, and when the man moans in pleasure, Hob stops holding himself back. He fucks into the wet, hot heat of the stranger’s mouth, cursing each time the man swallows him down with barely a gag. Christ, this man was going to be the end of him.
It doesn't take much before Hob comes, and he groans as the stranger swallows him down eagerly, lapping sloppily at Hob’s cock as he pulls off with a satisfied hum. Hob takes him by the hand and pulls the dark-haired stranger up towards him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling them chest to chest.
“Bloody fucking brilliant you are,” Hob says before he kisses the stranger, slow and tender now that they've both gotten off and there's no longer any rush. The stranger kisses him back, and Hob imagines for a moment they’re long-time lovers and not just strangers who met on a whim. “You’re a dream come true.”
The man huffs in amusement, probably thinking Hob’s just a corny drunk. Hob doesn't care, he'd read all the corny romantic poetry in the world if it meant he could have this man's mouth on him again, preferably sometime soon.
“Stay?” Hob murmurs sleepily in the man's neck. “Would like to suck you in the morning too if that's all right.”The man hums non-committedly, but he settles himself against Hob's chest, and Hob considers that a win. Maybe he'll be gone in the morning when Hob wakes up, but for now he can pretend he'll stick around, and maybe, maybe tomorrow, Hob will also get a name along with an orgasm, or two, or three.