Concupiscent

Jason's been seeing Ta'quan for about several weeks now.

Well, "seeing" isn't quite so accurate; he's known him for years, though he wasn't aware he'd known him for so long until quite recently. But a few weeks ago - it must be at least a little over a month by now - the seal was broken, and their mutual desire was finally made into reality. Despite Jason's intense hesitation at the start, he's found himself acclimating to their relationship very quickly. Far more quickly than he'd anticipated, actually.

But now that he's finally lost his virginity at the grand old age of thirty-one, a dam within Jason has broken, his mind constantly drifting back to thoughts of Ta'quan: his slim silhouette, the beads in his locs, the heat of his body pressed against his own. Just the memories of the few times they've already been intimate brings a yearning flush to Jason's cheeks, but no matter what he does to distract himself, his fixation persists.

Just seeing Ta'quan's name pop up on his phone that afternoon makes Jason's breath hitch, an inhale without an exhale. It's deeply embarrassing to have such a visceral reaction at work, so he chooses not to look too closely at the message until he's popped into the restroom and has the privacy of a locked door to hide behind.

Ta'quan's message is simple: a faceless photo of himself, taken from a bird's-eye view, in which he's hiked up his shirt to reveal his smooth, dark stomach. In his other hand, he holds the outline of his erection through his underwear. Immediately after, he writes: 'ill show u mine if u show me urs.'

The sigh that escapes Jason's lips is heady and tense. Obviously, he isn't one to take photos like this - whatever attempt he'd make would surely make him look ridiculous. Licentious, even.

'I'm at work.' Message sent. Still, Jason doesn't close the text log, unable to tear his eyes away from the picture. It's a miracle next to moving mountains that he resisted Ta'quan's advances this long, and some days he can still feel a craving for his touch down to every atom. It's indecent, embarrassing, but inescapable nonetheless.

'so?' writes Ta'quan in return. 'are u busy tonight?'

Jason bites into the tender flesh of his cheek, ears burning, but eagerly replies: 'No. Did you want to come over?'

'bet,' Ta'quan sends back. 'send me a pic. i wanna see u.'

Suddenly, Jason is both overdressed yet shamefully exposed; he splashes himself with water from the sink to cool off, but it doesn't do much except make him hot, bothered and wet. 'Control yourself, Jason, for God's sake,' he scolds his reflection. 'You're no better than a high schooler.'

It's not as if Ta'quan hasn't already seen him naked, hasn't already explored Jason's body with skillful fingers and a warm, wet tongue, but something about taking a picture still makes Jason nervous. Nervousness, however, is quickly losing ground to excitement, and it doesn't take much internal wrestling for him to undo his belt and let his pants crumple to his knees.

Just daydreaming about Ta'quan has inspired Jason, so it takes no more than a few tight strokes around the shaft for him to be... "presentable." He's never been more grateful that his workplace has single-occupancy bathrooms; to do this around anyone else galls him to even consider.

It's barely even half a minute before Ta'quan acknowledges his photo. 'god, ur so fucking hot.'

Jason smiles sheepishly at his phone; emboldened, he writes: 'Will you show me yours, now? '

Ta'quan, of course, holds up his end of the bargain, returning a much more graphic photo than the one he'd opened with. Thick, hard, shiny... Jason's entire head is practically on fire just from looking at it. The mental images flooding his brain make it hard to not to touch himself further, but unfortunately he has about three more hours left in his shift, and the idea of public masturbation is too appalling to legitimately consider. He pulls his pants back up, chafing at the sudden constraint.

'I clock out at 5,' he writes. 'Stop by at 6?'

'sounds good,' Ta'quan sends back. 'cant wait to get ur mouth on me.'

Dirty talk is not Jason's forte, but the sight of Ta'quan has put his inhibitions on vacation. Through his jeans, he palms himself, typing back one handedly. 'Me too...'

For the rest of the afternoon, every time Jason opens his phone, he has to look over his shoulder before checking his text messages - but he checks them nonetheless.

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By the time he's home and in his pajamas, Jason watches the clock with neurotic precision, electric with anticipation. He keeps opening his phone again to look back at Ta'quan's photo, studying it, memorizing it: the little trail of fuzz leading southbound from his navel; the vascularity in his arms; the heavy shaft bringing gravity down on the rest of his dick. Jason blushes, but his body is determined to keep some of that bloodflow for other places in spite of himself.

At the sound of a knock at the door, Jason nearly leaps out of his skin before turning his phone off like he has a dirty secret. He adjusts himself - God, how obvious is his erection in these sweatpants? - before going to the door, taking a moment at the knob to recalibrate.

As always, Ta'quan is every bit as hot and handsome as he is in the photos. (Jason generally prefers the real deal, if only because he's even more attractive in motion.) When Ta'quan's eyes fall upon Jason, he bites his lip in a sexy little smirk, his dark eyes giving Jason a very flirtatious once-over.

"Ayo," Ta'quan greets; he doesn't even wait for Jason to open the door further before letting himself in. "You good, Jayce? Ya look a li'l out of it."

Jason clears his throat. "Y-- yes, of course, I'm fine. You, um, you startled me, that's all."

"You always so jumpy, dude," Ta'quan replies, sneering playfully. He immediately reaches for Jason, arms curling around his waist to draw him closer. "C'mere. I missed ya."

Of course, at the mere sensation of Ta'quan's hands, Jason surrenders, letting their bodies press together with only fabric to separate them. When they kiss, it never stays chaste or mild for long - Ta'quan's always eager to force Jason's mouth open with his tongue, which has a very compelling effect below the belt. By accident, Jason moans.

"I-- I'm sorry, that just... um," Jason babbles, unable to look Ta'quan right in the face. He laughs nervously. "That just slipped out..."

"Fuck, I love how easy you are to rile up," Ta'quan replies, taking Jason's face into his hand and tilting it for better access to the line of his neck. Boldly, he drags his tongue, firm and wet, up the muscle until lapping gently at Jason's earlobe; the jolt that zaps through Jason's whole body makes his knees weaken.

"T--Tee," Jason gasps, leaning forward into his shoulder, fingers carefully interwoven with Ta'quan's locs. "Wow..."

Thankfully, Ta'quan's not looking directly at him, because there's little difference between Jason and a burning candle at this point, melting right into Ta'quan's arms. Arousal had already been making itself known in Jason's boxer-briefs, but now it seems painfully evident when pressed against Ta'quan.

"Damn, dude, you bricked up already." For a moment, Ta'quan disconnects from Jason's ears, dragging his palms down his chest and abs. "I'm startin' to think ya want this more than I do..."

Jason readjusts his glasses. "I-- I mean, I... I was, well... thinking of you before you got here..."

"Yeah? Takin' a look at the pics I sent?" He smiles ear to ear, but it isn't friendly - it's almost... predatory. It sends a thrill throughout Jason's body. "Yours was hot as fuck. Thought about jackin' you off the rest of my shift. Or watchin' it bounce when you ride me, you feel me?"

As if for emphasis, Ta'quan squeezes Jason's dick through his pants - strong, pulpy squeezes, the kind that make him leak precum like a faucet. Something about being touched by Ta'quan renders Jason ineloquent, speechless, almost dizzy; under his ministrations, he whines.

"Man, even after fuckin' you a couple times, you're still so pent up..." Ta'quan closes the distance between their faces, breath hot against Jason's lips. "Think you 'n' me outta go work out some of this frustration 'fore ya burst."

Feverishly, Jason nods, embarrassed at how easily swayed he is yet too hypnotized by desire to resist. He leads Ta'quan back to his bedroom and, as soon as the door closes, falls back onto the bed, making short work of discarding his shirt and his pants. Ta'quan grins - but doesn't join him in the nudity quite yet.

"Ah, Tee, um..." Jason pushes his glasses back up. "Aren't you going to... well...?"

"Not right this sec," Ta'quan replies; he crawls atop Jason lazily, tying back his locs to keep them from falling into his face. "I wanna give ya a li'l extra attention first."

Before Jason can speak, Ta'quan leans down to coax his mouth open with his thumb; when Jason relents - under Ta'quan, he always relents - he is rewarded with deep, hungry kiss, borderline carnivorous in its passion. When Ta'quan pulls back, Jason feels almost intoxicated.

"I was thinkin'... I don't know all your hot spots yet," he continues. "You probably got all these li'l places on ya that drive you fuckin' wild, and I wanna take my time to learn 'em."

Slowly, Ta'quan takes the pad of his thumb and presses it into Jason's lip. He pushes in until his thumb is fully enveloped in Jason's mouth, down to the last knuckle, before bringing it out and stroking his lips, shiny and reddened. Despite keeping his eyes closed, the rest of Jason's body speaks for him, chest rising and falling with each needy breath.

"Seems like you got yourself a bit of an oral fixation," Ta'quan remarks. He takes his thumb, still wet from Jason's mouth, and brings it down to one of Jason's nipples. "Do you even got hot spots, or are ya just sensitive like this all over?"

"It... um, it's difficult for me to tell," Jason admits, hesitant to meet Ta'quan's gaze. He chooses to stare down at the bulge forming in Ta'quan's cargo pants instead. "I... I just... the way you touch me... it's, ah... a lot, no matter where, if that makes sense."

At first, Ta'quan doesn't reply - he takes Jason's nipple between his fingers and gives it a long, gentle tug, which makes Jason simmer in ways he hadn't expected. He wants to take his underwear off already, to feel Ta'quan's bare hands working him into a sticky mess, but he waits; Ta'quan seems to really, really like making him wait, and though Jason is afraid to admit it, he's begun to see the appeal.

Languidly, Ta'quan touches him all over, circling back up his neck, down to his nipples, along his hips - it's as if he's mapping out the topography of Jason's body for future reference, no stone left unturned, no outline of a muscle untouched. 'It's too much,' thinks Jason. Too much, but not enough. He's soaking a hole through his boxer-briefs.

Despite his measured affect, Ta'quan is obviously just as compelled as Jason is, gaze boring a hole through him with erotic intensity. It embarrasses him to be under such close observation, so Jason covers his face - still, he doesn't resist his touch. When he's finally rubbing Jason through his underwear, Jason's hips buck instinctively.

"Gettin' pretty impatient, huh?" Ta'quan smirks. With a fluid motion, he rids Jason of his underwear, but he still hasn't gone back to touching Jason where he wants it - where he needs it. Jason groans.

"Tee, please," he whines. Sex lacks such decorum sometimes. "Don't stop..."

"Don't stop doin' what?" He asks, eyebrow raised. "I thought I told ya we finna work on that dirty talk of yours?"

From the edge of his hairline to the center of his pecs, Jason turns a pink gradient. He keeps his face obscured with the back of his hand only for Ta'quan to yank it back forcefully.

"Uh-uh," Ta'quan chides. "Look me in the face and tell me what you want."

"Tee," Jason sighs, tilting his head away. "It's-- you know I'm no good--"

"I don't care," he interrupts. "Tell me what you want. What you need."

Jason still wavers, so Ta'quan leans further in until he can run a tongue right along the part of his neck where it meets his jawline. His breath is warm against Jason's ear, but Jason can hardly tell from how much they already burn from shyness.

"Beg me for it," Ta'quan whispers.

He whimpers, dick so needy and neglected it's overtaking every other thought in his mind.

"Make-- make me cum, please," he stutters. "Please..."

Ta'quan's smile, bright white against his dark skin, practically glows with smug satisfaction. "And how you want it, Jayce? Don't be shy..."

"I-- I don't care," Jason replies; Ta'quan has too many clothes on, but he worries that if he says something, it'll delay the climactic inevitable he desperately wants, so he keeps it to himself. "Touch me, just-- please, Tee, I... I can't think straight..."

"You're so fuckin' cute when you get like this, dude," he says affectionately. "Hey, sit up with me for a sec-- I got an idea I wanna try."

Obediently, Jason gets up from reclining without a word, letting Ta'quan touch him softly to re-coordinate their positions on the bed together. Once they're settled in - Ta'quan behind him, his arms wrapped around to Jason's front - Ta'quan finally starts sliding his hands closer to Jason's dick, only to stroke back up to his nipples in a slow, steady rhythm.

"What was it you, um..." Something about having a boner makes Jason feel particularly stupid sometimes, words struggling against moans for dominance in his mouth. He sighs. "What did you... want to do, exactly?"

"Here, lemme just..." Ta'quan takes Jason's hand and places it over his own, and only then does he finally squeeze Jason's dick. "Here. Okay, so just... use my hand and just jack off like ya normally would, right?"

"Ah-- alright," Jason replies quietly. Ta'quan's hands are so warm, but the metal of his rings are still cold enough to make him flinch. This does not stop him. "Just... so, I move your hand up and down...?"

"Mmhm," Ta'quan hums. "C'mon, give it a couple strokes. Show me how you like it best."

It takes a moment for Jason to figure out the momentum through another man's hand, but the contact is so relieving he tolerates the learning curve regardless. Ta'quan, of course, stays very observant, tightening his fist and rubbing his thumb over the tip - just the way Jason likes it. If Ta'quan wasn't sitting behind him, he would've felt deeply embarrassed at how his eyes rolled back just now.

With his other hand, Ta'quan reaches up his chest to tug his nipples again; though Jason's always been rather vocal even by himself, there's something about Ta'quan's touch that takes him to the next level: his moans hardly break, simply rising and falling, punctuated only by sharp intakes of air. Even when he tries to quiet himself, he hums, he groans, he sighs. Ta'quan chuckles darkly.

"Feelin' a li'l more comfortable?" Ta'quan asks. He presses his teeth just barely into the skin of Jason's shoulder, but Jason's still too shy to ask him to do it harder. "Hey, so, you wanna know what my idea was?"

"Mmh," Jason replies with a nod. "Yes, um, what was... what were you thinking?"

"Tell me 'bout your fantasies," Ta'quan states clearly. "What's, like... what's the one thing you think of that always makes you cum fast?"

Jason's face scrunches up, stomach twisting from embarrassment. He's still hard. "Tee, you-- that's so... you know I can't..."

"Why not? I mean, it ain't nothin' weird, right?" He counters. "Like, real talk, as long as you ain't finna shit on me or, I dunno, piss yourself or some crazy shit like that, I'm pretty open-minded."

"No, no, nothing like that, but..." Jason swallows. "Just... talking about it, it's..."

"It'll help ya get comfortable talkin' nasty, man, c'mon." Ta'quan keeps pulling Jason's nipple with more force; at first it felt good, but now that they're getting a bit sore, it feels amazing. "You ain't even gotta look at me, see? Just say it out loud..."

There isn't more than a single letter shared between 'dignity' and 'orgasm,' so against his own neuroses, Jason relents, leaning further back into Ta'quan.

"The, uh, the number one thing... um..." He closes his eyes. "I... ah... most the time, usually, it's, I-- I want to... I want to go down on you. I mean, that's... that's what I... uh, think about most often..."

"Real shit?" Ta'quan laughs, but it isn't mocking - he sounds too turned on for that. "So outta everything we could do together, ya bustin' to the thought of my dick in your mouth?"

"Is that odd?" Jason asks, a bit self-conscious. He stops using Ta'quan's hand for a moment.

"Nah, that's so fuckin' hot," Ta'quan says quickly. Without Jason's help, he squeezes the tip of his dick so tightly it almost makes him finish on the spot. "It works out, too, 'cause one'a my fantasies is givin' you a facial."

Reassured, Jason relaxes back into Ta'quan. He smiles. "If... if you'd like to tonight, perhaps we could...?"

"Yeah, man, let's do it!" Ta'quan curls his arms around Jason and gives him a bear hug, kissing the side of his face before scooting off of the bed. Though Jason's dick immediately longs for reconnection to a hand, he's a bit relieved; this is the longest he's managed not to cum by accident since they started having regular sex. (Usually, he cums so quickly, he's afraid Ta'quan will be frustrated, but Ta'quan has so far mostly found it intensely sexy. At least there's that.)

When Ta'quan stands by the bed, he gestures to the floor in front of him. "Get on your knees."

Jason makes no argument - he's a bit too distracted by how such a simple command is making his dick and balls ache. He casts his gaze upward from the ground, licking his lips in excitement. Ta'quan runs a hand through his hair, softly stroking the shell of his ear, before pressing down on Jason's lip hard enough to open his mouth.

"Take off my pants," Ta'quan continues. There's a look in his eyes that is somehow as sensuous as it is serious, so Jason obliges and undoes his belt under his watch.

Something about kneeling naked before Ta'quan, fully clothed with only his dick out, makes Jason's mind feel hazy and wavy. When he looks up at him, Jason wonders if his pupils are as dilated as they feel, expanded to take in every little bit of what he sees: his seductive smirk, the purple-pink of his tip peeking out from his foreskin, the bead of precum glistening in contrast with his skin.

Wordlessly, Ta'quan takes himself in hand and pushes the tip against Jason's lips, gently pushing until he lands on his eager tongue. It's been a challenge to acclimate to taking something in with Ta'quan's circumference, but every bit of practice, so far, has been very worth it. When he's two-thirds of the way in, Jason groans around him.

"Look at me," Ta'quan says. "You love this dick, don't ya?"

Ta'quan's frequent demands for eye contact are somehow both stressful and insanely erotic. Nevertheless, Jason always does what he's told, looking up as he tries to work Ta'quan further and further into his mouth. He doesn't understand how it can feel so good to have his mouth stretched open and his head held in place, but he also doesn't care to try and puzzle it out right now. 'Maybe I really do have an oral fixation,' he thinks.

"Fu--uuuuck," Ta'quan groans, biting his lip. "That's right, take it, ah..."

With one hand, Jason twists and strokes up Ta'quan's shaft to make up for what his gag reflex isn't open to accommodating; with the other, he can't help but touch himself, dick throbbing in the hopes of getting a bit of attention. Jerking himself off always makes him bolder, curious and ready to go farther, so Jason pushes his head down until his nose just barely meets the fuzz bordering the base of Ta'quan's erection.

"Oh shit, look at ya," he sighs with a grin. "Mh, ya finna make me bust down your throat 'fore I get a chance on your face, dude..."

Jason isn't entirely against that, but there's something primal about the appeal of Ta'quan cumming on him, something uniquely carnal and Fescennine about letting him always have his way. On some level, he feels like he should have more of a backbone in the bedroom, but Ta'quan's easy, natural confidence makes him too turned on to fight back against the instinct to simply lie back and take it. He slows his pace and leisurely draws back from Ta'quan's dick, pulling back until he can take the foreskin between his lips and suck it with extra care. He's never mentioned it outright, but sucking on Ta'quan's foreskin in particular always makes him even harder.

"God, you're so fuckin' sexy." Ta'quan holds Jason's face with both hands, beaming as much as a man close to orgasm possibly can. He glances down at Jason's self-stimulation and smirks quite smugly. "Let's see who ends up cummin' from your facial first-- I bet it'll be you."

Jason laughs, but it's a weak little chuckle, because he really does feel close to climax already. He's trying to hold out until he's gotten his face... er, "painted," but it's hard when Ta'quan is as sexy as he is. After kissing Jason on his forehead, Ta'quan stands upright and starts to manipulate himself, holding Jason's face with his other hand.

"Mm... open your mouth," Ta'quan orders. It's not wide enough at first, so he widens it himself. "Gwaan make sure you get to taste at least a li'l bit of it, right..."

Jason nods, trying his best to look up at him but finding it a challenge when he's nearly at his peak. When the thought "I need to taste it" crosses his mind, Jason's too far gone to feel any sense of shame about it.

By now, they've had enough sex that Jason can tell when Ta'quan is almost there: he gets noisy (though not as noisy as Jason), his hips buck, and - most notably - all pretense of being in control starts to slip away. He leaves his mouth open expectantly, closing his eyes just in case Ta'quan's accuracy leaves something to be desired.

"Fuck, Jayce," Ta'quan stammers, breathing heavy. "Tell me-- fuck, say you want it--"

It's always easier to talk dirty when his eyes are closed for some reason, so Jason doesn't struggle like he usually does. "Please-- Tee, cum on my face... I-- I want to, to feel it, I want to taste it..."

Ta'quan's hand works over his dick so fast, so tightly, Jason sort of wishes he could be the one to watch him jerk off sometime. Getting a front row seat to it is pretty great, though, especially when the scales finally tip over and Ta'quan finishes with a gasp and a shout.

A hot burst of cum lands right on Jason's chin and lips, some of it making its way as far up as his cheek, but most of it ending up in Jason's mouth. Something about receiving a cumshot right on his tongue is enough to bring him over the edge, so Jason follows quickly after, cum spurting all over his closed fist as the orgasm reverberates through his body.

Ta'quan is the first to fall back onto the bed, heaving a heavy sigh as soon as his back makes contact with the blankets. Jason licks his lips before reaching for a tissue to wipe his face clean, though he can still feel the presence of the facial even after he's cleaned himself up. It actually turns him on just to think about it.

"God damn, you a freak," Ta'quan chuckles. "I knew you was on some nasty shit."

Jason smiles. "I, well, I must confess, you've... um, awakened parts of me I hadn't realized existed..."

"Yeah?" Ta'quan sits up to pull Jason closer, kissing him right on the temple. "What other shit I wake up in ya? Anything fun?"

"I suppose you've introduced me to the, ah, the quiet comfort of sharing a bed with someone..." Jason puts his glasses back on. In retrospect, it probably would've been safer to have worn them during the facial, but the past is the past.

Ta'quan snorts. "Nah, I'm talkin' like sex shit. Like, what else do you wanna try?"

Jason gives it a thought for a moment, but now that the mind-melting effects of arousal have come and gone, he's back to feeling a little apprehensive about vocalizing anything. "I'll have to, um, think about it and get back to you..."

"Okay, well, I already got an idea. Ready?" He props himself up on his elbows. "I wanna fuck you in front of a window."

Red from ear to ear, Jason winces, but the briefly imagined scenario in which Ta'quan directs him to do it unfortunately fills his stomach with curious little butterflies. He needs to be so, so careful about letting Ta'quan talk him into strange things...

But he has to admit, even with constant embarrassment looming over him, Jason hasn't regretted a single thing they've tried. As he takes a seat next to Ta'quan on the couch, now fully-dressed and sharing a couple of beers, he does actually put some thought into other concepts worth exploring.

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Next week, when Ta'quan is at work, he gets a message from Jason.

Jason's message is simple: a faceless video of himself, the camera at desk-level, in which he's wearing nothing but a t-shirt as he strokes himself to the point of leaking. The audio quality isn't the best, but it's just clear enough that his moaning comes through perfectly. Immediately after, he writes: 'Show me yours?'

Ta'quan grins.