A cock for a crush (Patreon)

Hello all! Sorry for the delay on the monthly story. I have been sick for a few days so blame that shitty burger I had. Anyways here is a commission I have worked on and the poll story should be up in a couple of days, three tops!

Preview:

"Mate, you're absolutely cooked" Mason crows, leaning forward as his character slides behind cover and cuts down Sebastian's from the flank. "Third time in a row! Blink twice if you need me to slow down, grandpa" The young man taunts as the killcam plays across the screen, slow and humiliating, while the air-con hums against the dry in the eighteen year old's bedroom. Two monitors glow over a desk littered with energy drink cans, a half-eaten tub of pringles, and a controller with chewed thumbsticks. The room smells of warm skin, old controller plastic, and the faint coconut of the sunscreen Mason slapped on his shoulders hours ago and never washed off.

Sebastian sits cross-legged on the end of his mate's enormous bed, cream chinos already wrinkled at the knees, and blue polo clinging damp between his shoulder blades. His brown hair has slipped out of its neat side part, a few strands sticking to his temple. He holds the controller like it might bite him if he grips it too hard. Meanwhile, Mason is sprawled on his stomach a foot away, bare-chested, sport shorts riding low on the swell of his ass, one ankle hooked over the other. The two corded necklaces, gold feather and an another with interlocking male symbols, slide across his collarbones every time he laughs. Colorful string bracelets stack on his right wrist. His black hair is tugged into a ponytail, still high and full, a few long strands with red highlights framing his face. With a slender and manicured finger, he slides back his rimless glasses into place, brown eyes staying on the screen, though they flick to Sebastian more often than the match requires.

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“You’re still the same, big fella. All tucked in and careful.” The boy's voice drops, almost fond, almost mocking. “Nah, you’d hate it. People walking over you at three in the morning smelling like rum and sunscreen. Val wandering around in that white scrap she calls swimmers. You’d have a stroke~”

Seb’s hands curl into the duvet, as his gaze flicks to Mason’s mouth now, then away, then back, like he can’t decide which is safer. “I would manage...”

“Would you?” The femboy sits up again, closer this time. His bare knee brushes Sebastian’s chino-covered one. Again, Seb doesn’t move it. “Say it properly then. Ask me~”

“I just did.”

“Nah, nah, nah. You did the safe version. The one that lets you pretend you weren’t begging. Ask me if you can come to Leavers with us~” The air-con ticks, and somewhere downstairs a door slams. Valentina’s laugh floats up, bright and careless, and the young man's whole body goes tight for a second before he masters it.

He swallows, the words slowly coming out quiet and precise, each one costing him. “Mason... May I please come to the island with you.”

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“Full” Mason breathes, and the softness frays at the edges. “Look at that. You barely kissed it and it’s standing up in your face like it wants to move in. That’s you. That’s your posh little mouth doing that, babe” He keeps the hand in Sebastian’s hair light, while the other wraps around the base of his behemoth and paints the leaking head across Sebastian’s lips, back and forth, in a slow smear. “Go on, keep going. Little kisses. Little licks. Around the head. Get it wet for me. You’re allowed to be shit. I want you shit. I want this to look like the first time, because it is” He purrs, then pauses, fond and wicked. “First kiss on a cock. First time you’ve had another boy’s ball-slime on your tongue. First time you’ve been on your knees in my room for a reason that isn’t lag. I’m so proud I could scream”

Seb’s ears are scarlet. His eyes shut tight as he kisses the underside of the head, then the slit, then a trembling stripe down the thick vein and back up. He is improvising, imagining what he'd want Val to do to him if he ever grew the pair to do something about it. Spit starts to help, and the clumsy wet sounds are quiet and filthy in the big bedroom. Every time he pulls off to breathe, a thread of spit hangs between his lower lip and teh femboy's fuck-rod while Mason watches it like art.

“There he is” Mason murmurs, dirty talk creeping in under the encouragement like dye in water. “My nervous puppy. Look at that face. You look like you’re going to cry and cum in your pants at the same time. Can you feel how hard you made me? That’s nine inches of I-told-you-so sitting on your tongue and you're gonna keep hear that till I fucking nut on your pretty face” He rolls his hips the smallest amount, just enough to slide the head along Seb’s lower lip. “Ya know what's funny? Even in this, I'm helping you have a better chance with my sister.” He pushes the head, polite but firm, against the seam of Sebastian’s mouth “Which kinda annoys me, really. But at least I get to be your first. Your first kiss is mine. Your first taste is mine. The first time you look up at someone with your mouth shiny is also fucking mine.”