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There's the reek of wet soil filling every room. And the patter of leftover raindrops. It's rhythmic... A gentle tapping that soothes you to sleep. But so early in the morning, it's now more like a repetitive nuisance. An annoying metronome, blaring outside the window.
Even with locked windows and drawn curtains, the invasive body of a stormy day ruins the morning. Just ruins the whole day...
Tossing in bed, Neil groaned under a cheap duvet. Tall and thin glasses of water sat drained by his bedside. When he stumbled out of bed, his reflection fit the shape of the glasses perfectly. With slim fingers, he searched blindly for his morning kickup on the table, eyes still groggy and fluttering away the edges of sleep.
Sucking on a cigarette first thing in the morning is a dream. Something easy and mindless to carry him through sleep and his wake.
Fragrant tobacco accompanied him as he sat half-clothed on the edge of his bed now. But it's just a quick puff smoke. He has a responsibility. He doesn't want to think about it. The rain makes it hard to want to move at all.
As the head of his cigarette shrinks closer to his lips, the feathery touch of sleep stops messing with his head. Still grumpy from having to wake up, Neil drags his feet, following his steps to get ready in the morning.
A small breakfast. Another cigarette. A sweet, warm shower that tempts him back into bed once.
Dainty fingers tap into a phone that rests on a cluttered table. He doesn't need to look at the wall of sticky notes with numbers for different people. No, he has this one memorized.
"You're good to go..." Neil sighed sleepily into the bulky phone. "...Richard?"
While he waited for a response, he stared at his clock. Already late. Already half-asleep again, too.
There was an uncertain grumble on the other side of the line. "Yeah..."
Neither wanted to go to the studio. Neither wished to have woken up on a day like this. Outside, the rain is starting to pick up again, and it's colder now too. It should've been snowing. It should've been a weekend. Neil's bed still should have been occupied. On his way to grab his keys, he thought of who else it should be occupied with.
Driving through the rain, early in the morning, is an agonizing experience. His car is foggy. The steering wheel is cold, and the leather seats are colder. So cold that the heater busted.
Richard lived in a strange place. Neil couldn't make up the interior structure of the building just by looking at it. Plus, he wasn't ever invited to stay with the younger man anyway. He figured he might never find out, and was okay with that. If anything, it looked like a plain building anyway.
When he looked down at his lap in the car for a second, suddenly the door was open and shut, and he missed another chance to take a peek inside the building. Richard had his hands stuffed into his jacket and shoulders raised with tenseness as he walked down to sit in Neil's car.
"You're wearing this?" Neil sparked conversation as soon as Richard was settled. He moved a hand to pinch at the shoulder of Richard's bulky leather jacket. Gifted, of course. "We're not being seen by anyone today. You could be casual." Neil gestured towards his own outfit. Loose, but warm and fitting for the weather.
Richard seemed to be embarrassed. Was asking that needed...?
"... I'm cold." His words were spoken with a trembling mouth. His bedroom didn't have good heating yet.
"You're alright."
Neil kept his eyes on the road as he drove. The weather had frozen up his windshield wipers and car fluid, so there was now the need to steer through a droplet covered windshield. Luckily, this early, reckless drivers are still under their sheets. Richard rested his head against cold glass and fell asleep.
The rain picked up even more. Now the sky was growing dark. It crept up from the west and took over the city. It was a relief. Before, there was the blindingness of white clouds spewing cold rain. Under a shadowy blanket, Neil felt himself grow less tense. Richard slept a bit more comfortably in the car.
They both felt some comfort from the sour day once they got the chance to sit next to each other again. They were like each other's sanctuaries. A warm mood booster. Tangled morning hair and all.
Turning into an empty lot to park, Neil slowed his car down, took his keys out, and shook Richard awake. Gently, of course. His hand stayed on his shoulder until Richard was fully through. "Your hair is messy." Neil looked into his eyes as they blinked off sleep. Observing his dark brown eyelashes, and drowsy lids. Right now, there was a bit more admiration than concern. Neil blinked as Richard reached for a comb in the cup holder.
"Let me," Neil whispered. In a leather jacket, bending your arms is difficult. Reaching back to comb long hair is harder. Richard didn't speak, much too tired to. He turned to face the window and saw how barren the lot looked.
"Are we early?" His voice was soothed and quiet, relaxing under the feeling of having his long hair brushed out. "There's... no one." He had paused to yawn.
"I suppose."
"What's the time? Sorry. I fell asleep."
"Don't be sorry." Neil took extra time with brushing. He savoured it deeply. "Half past seven." He scooped another loc of hair up and brushed a bit more, slowly, gently, almost barely having the comb touch his hair at all.
Flowery shampoo that was too feminine to be put in the men's section. The scent lingered on Neil's hands. It must've been from a roommate.
There was no way Richard would willingly buy something so... Soft. Neil took a moment to think of the contrast as he patted the stark black leather on Richard's back before sneaking a secret moment to take in the smell of his shampoo. Suddenly, he wishes he was back in bed again.
A jingle of a bundle of keys and the two were out of the car, and in the studio. Radio silence, and the sound of rain pattering on the thin roof. A leak dripped in the corner into the carpet. The ceiling buzzed. Their equipment was cold.
"Are you sure?" Richard shimmied off his jacket onto a couch arm. "We aren't too early?" Neil tried turning on the lights. The overhead lights were busted. They continued to buzz a bit. It ticked him off.
He continued into the slightly dark room, still light from the glimmer of equipment and a small window, and tapped on a small desk lamp next to the couch. Despite its size, it lit the space up well. Such a small room. It felt bigger with just the two of them.
"If the producer's not here," Neil dug into his back pocket for a pack of delights. "Well, maybe we made a mistake."
Tobacco and smoke. Richard blinked off the smell and shuffled a bit on the couch. Suddenly he was awkward and wanting to go home, or just to sleep.
Neil stood inhaling the first puffs of his cigarette, standing tall, like a statue. Down his shoulders slipped off a thin jacket he had worn for the weather. "I'll ring someone." He tossed his jacket onto the opposite couch arm. It smelled strongly of cigarettes, and cheap soap. Richard sniffed and moved a bit to the left, away from it.
He wasn't one to complain, but cigarettes made him feel a little sickly. Or, at least the smell did. He winced as he watched Neil blow a large cloud of smoke out, with a clunky telephone to his ear. It was settled on the wall right next to the leak and wet, grimy carpet. Neil grimaced and tried tapping in some numbers.
At this point, he was feeling half-buzzed from his cigarette smoking. There were plans to have another. Perhaps, another. He licked his lips in anticipation for the phone to ring. But nothing came, and a warped sound of fuzzy noise filled Neil's ear.
Both were tired. Much too tired ... For this.
Ten minutes of punching in numbers, hearing a warbled dialing sound then fuzz, and Neil gave up. It must have blown from the storm. It was starting to pick up anyways. It made their heads ache a little.
A brief exchange of chitchat and they realized it must've all been canceled due to the weather. Now it was eight o'clock, and the entire building was quiet. Peeking out the window, and no more cars were settled in the lot. Opening the window, Neil lit another cigarette. As he brought his hands close to his face, the smell of Richard's girly shampoo wisped by him for just a second. Nothing more.
Suddenly, Neil was beginning to feel a little more than just buzzed.
Suddenly, he didn't want to turn around from the window as he kept smoking out of it.
And suddenly, he thanked himself for wearing looser clothing before going out.
Now, the storm was really starting to pick up. Strong smelling wet earth flooded the city, and crept inside. Instead of smelling like they were in a studio, suddenly the atmosphere was like a rainy afternoon in the middle of the woods.
Tobacco. Wet soil. Exhaust. Richard's shampoo. Dusty equipment. Mildew.
Neil's mind felt half awake, controlled by something unspeakable and guided by a half-asleep decision complex.
Richard had shut his eyes, leaning back on the couch, near his jacket a while ago. But the smell of Neil smoking kept him awake. Now, his voice rose him completely.
"Do you want to try? Since there's no one else here now." Neil turned away from the window and towards Richard. It's said honestly. He doesn't mean to hurt him. He doesn't know about Richard's aversion to cigarettes. "C'mon,"
Richard looked at his own shoes, then back at Neil. His heart was beating abnormally. There was an animal in his stomach. Something wild and sudden. Instinctively, he gulped. He's worried.
Worried about disappointing Neil. While he sat resting on the couch, his mind had traced back to Neil brushing his hair. The feeling of cold fingertips just barely grazing the fuzzy nape of his neck... Teasing him. He figured it must've been on purpose. It was dangerously sensual. He kept his face to the window and had prayed Neil wouldn't see his awkward expression, or burning face.
Now his head was starting to feel hot again, and this time it wasn't from the accumulated cigarette smoke. There was something else. Some other thing he didn't want to say or think about. His responsibility.
The waiting silence was heavy.
"Sure." Richard had stuttered a bit. Now he's really worried. A brutal mix of excitement and nervousness tingled in his stomach. Acting like it was drugs or something killer. A bit scared, Richard propped himself up more on the couch, sitting like a musician in his chair.
Neil went to sit beside him. A low, tired chuckle rumbled from his throat. He spoke with his cigarette still held between his thin, captivating lips. "Eager, aren't we?" Richard couldn't help but keep his eyes fixed on the way Neil's fag bounced slightly between his pink lips as he spoke. He stared at the way they curved softly around the filter. He couldn't bear to pry his eyes away from Neil's feminine bottom lip, or his picture-perfect cupid's bow, or the devilishly pointed edges of his mouth.
The younger man nearly fainted when Neil moved closer, their thighs now touching each other on the couch. He fought not to gulp in an audible way, and shook, trying to hide his nervousness. "Yeah." Richard took his hands out of his pockets and quickly settled them in his lap. "I am." His mouth was dry from being anxious.
"Good."
Neil took his cigarette out from between his lips with his thumb and pointer. "Try this now."
Richard let out a quiet but sharp breath from his nose in shock before nodding. There were no words he could think to say. His brain was running at half speed and at a million miles per hour, all at once.
It's a kiss. An indirect kiss. He's giving me an indirect kiss, Richard couldn't stop thinking as Neil placed his own cigarette between Richard's lips. Now they were both facing each other, knees touching too. Richard kept his mouth slightly open.
"Go on." Neil removed his fingers, sure that Richard would be able to hold it on his own. Richard looked to the side for a second before fully closing his lips around it. He wasn't sure what to do, in truth. Just sat with it hanging out like a lollipop. Neil took a hand and patted on the underside of his chin briefly. "Give a good, long suck." His voice was laced with seductiveness. His tone must've been on purpose. "I'll even lend a hand." Neil moved himself impossibly closer, their thighs now more forcefully pressed together, and their waists too, with sides brushing. He raised a hand and held Richard's cigarette with two fingers and looked right in his eyes.
He had to repeat himself for Richard to come through again. He felt his mind going blank.
"Go on, Richie."
Half asleep as well, he yawned quickly into his other hand before watching intently how Richard struggled to take a proper drag of it. There was awkwardness, unneeded force, and his eyes were glued shut with nervousness. Poor little Richard.
Neil reached the hand and arm closest to Richard around him after a couple of seconds and gave him a couple pats on the back. "That's good." He removed the fag from between his lips and put it right back in his own mouth after tapping ash off from the head on the carpet.
Richard opened his eyes. Watching the smoke leave his mouth made his stomach do flips. Further, seeing and feeling Neil so close? He felt like he was about to die.
It was just puff smoking. Not close to the real thing, but Neil watched on expectantly as the smoke left Richard's lips in a long, shaky breath. At the end, he gulped, and Neil purposefully snaked his arm back around to hold him a bit closer. "You alright?" He teased before taking a short drag himself.
Richard felt shaky and didn't want to seem like a loser in front of Neil. "Again," Richard choked. "Again."
His eyes got slightly watery as Neil placed the fag back, and he was made to suck on it again. He did it quicker, and tried inhaling it at the end, doing his best to copy Neil. He didn't know if he was doing it right.
Again, he did it.
Then a fourth time, and he got the hang of really getting the hit of it. Suddenly, after almost ten minutes of smoking, he didn't feel the need to cough, and a tingly feeling took over like a spirit. The smell of mildew and the rain were gone now. Now he was smelling just like Neil, though Neil was more focused on trying to pinpoint Richard's flowery shampoo scent over the overwhelming ocean of smells in the room.
"Another?" Neil slurred into Richard's ear.
They had gotten closer.
There was the cold making them crave warmth. The storm, creating a cozy environment in the shelter of the studio. Alone time together on a lover's sofa. Sleepiness cast on both of them. And most of all, an unspeakable feeling Neil felt pulsing, and Richard felt starting to grow. Neil kept his face half-buried in the side of Richard's head, tickling his right ear and smelling his gorgeous hair.
Richard leaned into Neil's hold and licked his lips, looking ahead while Neil busied himself with obsessing. "Yeah," Richard whispered at first. Then he spoke clearly. "Please."
Neil didn't leave his position. He dug into his back pocket, leaving the finished cigarette hanging in Richard's mouth alone. However, he could only find the pack. Not his lighter. A grumble.
"Hold on."
Richard felt empty and colder as Neil got up to search for the lighter. It was left near the broken telephone. Ashing his fag on the tray screwed onto the couch side table, Richard was finally alone to realize what he was really starting to feel. While he thought he had shaken the hot, dizzy feeling from before, it suddenly came flooding back, and his face was red now. It wasn't able to be missed.
On the right of him in the room, Neil found what he was out for, and felt embarrassed having to walk back. He knew what he was feeling.
He hoped Richard felt the same way.
Please, please God let him feel the same way.
"Turn off that light, Richie." Neil pretended to fumble with his lighter, turned away.
Without speaking, Richard tapped off the light that sat next to the ashtray, and sat, almost salivating with excitement.
Droplets still pounded on the roof. Nothing changed outside. No more cars pulled into the lot...
The storm picked up once more.
Almost tip-toeing in the dark, Neil went to cozy up by Richard on the couch. This time, however, he pushed Richard a bit more back into the couch and took a seat on his lap, barely hovering. He couldn't tempt himself. Still, he got cozy and made sure they were close enough to hear each other breathing.
Richard felt dizzy and hot. And suddenly there was only one thing that really mattered to him. He tried to stay focused on the smoking. Just give me a cigarette, he thought. Take me out, I can't take it.
Neil moved painfully slowly, and he knew what he was doing too. "Open wide Richie." A cigarette sat limply in the ridge of his index and middle finger. It begged for attention. It was the star between them.
Richard tried making out Neil in the dark above him. He was taller, and slim, perfect for light to wrap around from behind, leaking out of the window. Sure, it was all still pale, and silvery, but it allowed for Richard to focus on the lit strands of hair around the halo of Neil's head instead of his forbidden, sinful feeling that grew more intense with every heartbeat.
Between his legs and way too close to Neil's, Richard felt hot, hot in the same way you feel after running in the summer, and awkward, awkward in the same way you feel after stumbling in front of someone you like. Even so, he listened obediently, and parted his lips, expecting the taste of a cigarette.
A secret advance. It aligned with the beat of the beating raindrops outside. At once, there was a tongue on his, and the taste of tobacco grew stronger. It was barely a kiss at first. Just an attack on his mouth, delicate and timed, dangerous and explicit.
Neil sighed into it, still holding the fag between his fingers, but now going in to grasp at Richard's shoulders, keeping him as an anchor. Delicious, he thought. Even more addicting than a cigarette.
Richard whined and tried closing the kiss, making it more with their lips instead of their tongues. Immediately Neil felt hands grabbing at his sides and waist, unsure of where to go. They grasped helplessly, confused. Neil kept going, turning his head this way and that, trying to attack Richard from every angle. He was desperate. An animal on top of him.
Beneath Neil's desperation, Richard began to squirm, his excitement getting to much to bear. Suddenly his pants felt too tight. He began whimpering more and more into the kiss, new to it, and as awkward as a young teen. He could feel the unbearable heat from Neil's excitement as well.
The room was filled with obscene sounds. No words. The ticking of a clock, and the sound of dropping rain. That was all the order there was. Now, above the sound of high-pitched whimpering and shuffling, there was the sound of sucking, but not on a cigarette.
Neil moved down to Richard's neck. It was soft and pale with youth, and just mature enough so he could kiss and lick around strong muscle and a developed Adam's apple. First, he obsessed over Richard's sweet jawbone, kissing non-stop, over and over. Then beneath his ears, then further down to his rapid pulse. Opening his mouth, Neil laid his tongue against Richard's neck and felt his heartbeat and blood pumping fast. Moving wetly across and downwards, he started to suck on his collarbone.
A bite and then a lick, and he continued down the exposed bone until he was near Richard's shoulder.
Richard stayed panting and giving out a desperate whine every so often, reminding Neil of how much he enjoyed it. No, how much he needed and desired it. The warmness of Neil's tongue. The way his skin cooled quickly after Neil's saliva traced over his neck and his tongue left. The heat of Neil's aroused breathing. Suddenly the tightness in his pants felt unbearable. He let out a low groan and shuffled his hips, grinding against air. A hand gripped more tightly on Neil's side.
On top of him, Neil pulled off from his neck and went back for his lips. Distracting him with a deep kiss that urged Richard's tongue out of hiding, Neil moved forward on his lap and pressed his crotch against his.
Richard's mind went blank. He moaned right into Neil's mouth while kissing, and his jaw grew looser, allowing Neil to lick up his spit and swirl around his aching tongue, still tasting of tobacco. Richard's tongue started to tingle as Neil kept licking up against it with his own. He was like a kitten to a saucer. Hungry with nothing to stop him.
He forced a bit of his own saliva onto the tip of Richard's wet tongue before breaking off. Neil sighed off him and Richard gasped for air, panting right after, shaking down to his fingertips. He couldn't say anything. He gulped down the crude mix of spit he was left with and started moaning softly with his lips shut. Begging for something he couldn't say, or even think about with feeling faint.
Neil wiped his chin and sighed again before readjusting the cigarette between his fingers. Tobacco filled the air again as he lit it in his own mouth. For a moment, Richard could see Neil's flushed face in the light of the small flame. It flicked around and showed a small sheen of sweat on his forehead, and lazy, half-lidded eyes. The light went out as quickly as it flicked on, and Richard watched the small, red crackling head of Neil's cigarette in the dark, still gasping to catch his breath.
"Here," Neil puffed out smoke as he spoke. Taking the cigarette out, he leaned in close and settled it between Richard's lips. They were soft, flushed and still a bit wet from kissing. How cute, Neil thought. "You suck on this one." He lifted himself up, still standing in front of him. The carpet crunched a bit as he settled on his knees. On either ear, Richard's trembling legs stood, his knees weak. "And I'll take this one." With a hand, he pressed down on Richard's painful erection through his pants.
The younger man was inexperienced at sex. No knowledge of terminology. Personality. Nothing. In response, fag still between his lips, he whimpered and spread his legs more, and moved his crotch a bit more to the edge of the couch. Neil chuckled softly.
It was barely audible above the rain, and now thunder setting in. The room gradually grew darker, now only lit by a few dark silvery strips of light from the window and Richard's burning cigarette head.
"You alright with that?" Neil moved upwards, his chin above Richard's crotch, looking up into his eyes. A playful finger moved up to draw gentle circles on his excitement. Richard's eyelids fluttered and he took a moment to respond. He thought for a moment, that Neil would be holding his cigarette for him again.
He took and held his fag with his index and thumb, copying Neil's way of doing it a while before. "Yeah," He said with a whisper. It came out a bit rough. "Please." He whined more gently. Richard looked down, trying to make out Neil's face. It was turned up with a smile, aching to take over Richard.
Neil hummed with satisfaction before settling to kneel, propping himself up with the heels of his own shoes. "Keep smoking Richie." His hands crept to massage Richard's erection through his tight jeans. "Don't be too loud, either." Hands fumbled with a buckle in the dark. "The window is still open." The sound of a zipper.
Richard whined and plugged his mouth up with his fag as Neil leaned in to plant a kiss on his cock through his underwear. "You're really excited." He slurred, his mouth just barely touching Richard's erection. "Really, really excited..."
The more Neil teased him, the more Richard sucked into his cigarette. It was evident how much he was pleased based off how red and bright the head of it got.
Trying to move quickly, desperate to play with him, Neil patted Richard's thigh, signaling for him to move upwards a bit so his pants could slide off. Cool air on his trembling legs drove Richard insane, even more so when Neil went straight to expose his nearly fully hard cock to the cold studio air. Neil groaned with excitement, a deep throaty sound, and Richard gasped sharply. Smoke filled his lungs immediately, and he had to steady himself and his cigarette. He was starting to really feel buzzed, and was feeling things he'd only heard described to him. Full relaxation and that sweet, sweet warm tingly feeling nothing could beat. That is, until he discovered alcohol.
Neil wasted no time with naughty talk. Thin, bony hands went to hold the base of Richard. He couldn't help but start making sounds above Neil. Even with a cigarette, whimpers and awful sounds were spilling out of him non-stop.
One pump, and then another. Non-lubricated pumps that sounded like rubbing your hands together. Neil felt a delicate vein against his palm as he stroked Richard to full hardness. This kind of stimulation was alien to the younger man. Having someone else do it...
Felt like a dream.
Richard tried breathing out the other's name. Every time he opened his mouth something obscene spilled out instead. Neil took it as a sign to go further. He wanted to finish before Richard's cigarette burned out fully. Moving to the head, Neil let saliva pour out from the faucet of his tongue before kissing it further on for application. Deft, thin lips rubbed spit down Richard's cock, making it wet and easier to stroke.
Neil's tongue seemed to work around everywhere. Obviously, it wasn't his first time doing it. Richard didn't know any better than to just lie back and let him work while sucking on his fag.
Moving around on his length, Neil dragged his tongue up the underside, then down onto the slick, sensitive head, digging the tip of his tongue into the slit before clasping his lips around and giving a long, strong suck on it. It was the same movements he played on Richard's neck. He moved down, doing it over and over, going down to the base, dragging his tongue up the underside, and repeating it all. Noticing Richard reacted especially to his head being pampered and the underside of his base, Neil gave extra attention to those areas.
Only a couple of minutes went by before Neil decided to switch up on Richard. By this time his cigarette was half finished, and he was starting to feel dizzy from inhaling so much tobacco. The awful sound of rain and thunder didn't help either.
Taking it slow at first, Neil started to take more of Richard into his mouth, and it became clear he wasn't going to stop at kissing and stroking. He let saliva drip down his length before attempting to take it, making sure Richard was properly lubricated. Richard's legs began to twitch and his lower legs locked onto each other on Neil's back. His moans became louder, and more high-pitched.
Neil could just barely see the head of Richard's cigarette spark a bright, burning red and go down in a sudden harsh drag as he moved down his cock and nearly swallowed it all whole. He got deep enough to feel Richard's body hair tickling his nose, but not all the way. He stayed put for a moment, dragging his tongue a bit on the underside in his own mouth before slowly, painfully slowly sucking up and off of it.
Richard's vision blurred for a moment. Nearly dropping his fag, his head tilted backward with a deeper, louder moan that came in parts. It nearly sounded like he was gasping in pain, but the sweet, aroused endings of his groans pleased Neil. A large cloud of smoke escaped Richard's mouth and throat as he moaned out. Forgetting about his own erection, Neil shifted all his attention to Richard and began sucking him off with vigor.
He didn't stop to savour it like he had been doing. Almost in beat with the raindrops, he bobbed up and down, and the sounds of his wet, tight throat filled the room. A squelch here and there, sometimes a slight gag, and periodical groans from the deep parts of his throat Richard couldn't reach. Thin fingers wrapped around what he couldn't get to yet, following his rhythm.
New sounds and feelings overwhelmed Richard's senses. The sound and feeling of Neil's throat especially turned him on even more.
Wet... Warm like nothing he's ever felt. And tight, hard in the right places, soft in the right places too. Every time his head made the shift from rubbing against Neil's hard to soft palate he gasped. The curves of his wet, thick tongue pillowing the underside of his cock... Everything felt unreal. As Neil dared to take him in deeper, the feeling of his soft palate moving around his cockhead drove Richard mad. Instinctively, he bucked his hips upwards, aiming to hit more of that sweet spot for him inside of Neil.
Between his legs, Neil shuddered and groaned as the back of his throat began to be attacked by Richard's thrusts. With a hand, he anchored himself, and leaned further into Richard. Seeming to know what to do, though really clueless and just desperate, Richard dug his free hand into Neil's hair and started fucking his mouth.
There was an attempt to keep smoking while he busied himself with Neil, but his mouth demanded to be open as he breathed out whimpers, getting closer and closer to relief with each movement of his hips. Now almost crying, his shaky voice called out for Neil, saying his name between gasps. All he was focused on was the feeling, the pure feeling of thrusting into Neil's mouth. So many words to describe the sensation. Hot, spongy, wet, a bit sticky, tight...
His legs began shaking uncontrollably around Neil's body. Neil himself felt overwhelmed with being used, but held no objections. With his other hand, opposite of the one keeping him anchored, he quickly dug into his pants and started pleasuring himself. There seemed to be more sexual pleasure taken from being fucked in the mouth, but he continued to try and finish himself off anyway. Mentally, through a cloud of pleasure, he thanked himself for wearing loose clothing once more.
Neil was now fully taking Richard's length, but not by his own choice. Richard had dropped his cigarette onto the side table beside him and was now fully controlling Neil's head with fists balled into his hair. Body hair tickled his nose, and Neil began to struggle to breathe in the intensity of it all. His moaning sent vibrations up to Richard's body and cock, further driving him closer to finish.
The storm picked up once more.
Fully locking his legs around Neil's body, Richard lurched forward and grabbed onto Neil's head for support, still shoving him down onto his cock, which drooled precum deep into Neil's throat. He swallowed over and over, creating a rhythmic tightening feeling around Richard's head. "Neil," He started to repeat, moaning into the air behind the older man's back, now fully taking him over, almost in a fetal position. There weren't any other words he could say at the moment.
Even if he tried to, he wouldn't be able to speak. A deep ripple of shock and pleasure shot through Richard's body that sent him tipping over the edge after Neil let out a satisfied, deep moan from finishing himself off. Richard cried out, no longer able to make out Neil's name (or any words for that matter), and released deep into Neil's throat.
Richard pulled and grasped at Neil's hair, which prompted more pleasured groans from the older man, and drew out Richard's orgasm even longer. Having Richard moan almost right next to his ears was heaven to Neil, and he kept stroking himself in his own pants past his high, overstimulating himself to the sound of Richard's orgasm. Tears from having to swallow Richard's cum formed in his eyes. With the way they were angled, it shot right into the back of his throat and right down, triggering him to swallow it all down.
Audible gulps next to Richard's whimpers rang throughout the room, and even after Richard was done, Neil continued to swallow and suck every last drop out from his cock, his tight muscles massaging just the right spots.
Finally, after nearly a minute of having Neil's head forced down with his orgasm, Richard slowly moved backward, gasping and biting his lip from the overstimulation of Neil's throat, now extra slippery.
Leaning back on the couch, Richard tried to pull Neil off his cock by his hair. Neil moved on his own, quickly sliding his cock out, soaked with saliva and cum that he couldn't swallow. Neil groaned brokenly as he broke off the bridge of saliva connecting his lips to Richard's sensitive head. He wiped his mouth and chin with his sleeve, and patted his soft lips dry with the other. An unsettled feeling landed as his moist sleeves touched his wrists, which were now a bit achy from stroking himself and Richard off. Worst of all, the feeling of soaked boxers landed on him as his senses came back.
He couldn't speak yet, and he wasn't going to try to. But Richard didn't seem too talkative either. Though in the dark, Neil could tell he was thrown back on the couch, breathing into the tobacco-ridden air with tired gasps. Legs sore, Neil wobbled upwards and sat down on the place next to Richard on the couch. Gulps and gasps sounded over each other for a few minutes before Richard tucked himself back in and tried to squint at the clock. It ticked softly. He didn't notice it made a sound until now.
"...You didn't finish your cigarette."
"..."
"Let me have it."
Richard passed the still burning fag to Neil, who relit it a bit and smoked in the dark, trying to get used to soaked underwear and pants before getting up.
"Let's go back to my place." Neil coughed.
Richard played awkwardly with his thumbs in his lap. "Sorry for pulling your hair."
Neil scoffed.
"And sorry for not finishing the cigarette."
"Let's go home, Richie. C'mon."
The storm settled a bit outside.