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"Jesus, like the needles weren't making me hard enough," says Priestly, which is a whole other kink right there. "Tell me about what you did the other night, your fantastic sexual experience. The details."

"Oh, man, that's something I can exploit," he says, grinning. "MMM. Started off with truth and dare, usual shit, then I gave her head and fucked her on the floor in here. Tied her to the bed in the other room and fingered her until she nearly came.". He swabs over Priestly's skin. "Didn't let her."

"Denial," murmurs Priestly, and he's definitely got some experience with that. "Get ready to find out how that feels. Are you good at giving girls head? How do you do it?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he says, grinning. "I go slow, focus on her clit but not too much, you know, and I use my fingers."

"That's the way you've got to do it," agrees Priestly, and it's just pointless to even try to hide his arousal now. This is not just a casual conversation. "You've got to get right in there, you've got to commit to it. Guy or girl, you focus completely on what you're doing. Tell me more."

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"So fucking hot," he says. "She came so hard and then I had her decide whether she wanted me to come in her or on her."

"I'm going to decide for you," says Priestly. "I'm going to decide when and where you get to come. I'm going to tell you what to come on."

"Yessir," he says, smirking as he flicks off his needle. "You're done but you need a dressing. Don't move yet.". He heads towards one of the shelves. "I came on her ass and her back."

"Thank you," says Priestly, nodding at his back as best he can and trying not to move but touching his dick a little because, Jesus, he's only human. "How hard did you come?"

"So hard it made me dizzy," he says, taping a dressing into place. He strips off his gloves and steps away from Priestly to very deliberately lock the door.

"I would've too," says Priestly, still sitting, gripping the chair and his knee and not looking up at Tunny. "I might yet."

"Too much?" Asks Tunny, keeping his distance because he's not sure where they're going next.

He hopes he knows.

"Just get over here," says Priestly, "before I have to slam you up against a wall. Don't think I can't if I put my mind to it. I can do all kinds of things I bet you never thought about."

Grinning, he closes the distance between them.

"I can't wait," he says. "Whatever you want."
He's got hours until he has to pick up the girls.

"Or did you think about it?" he says and grips Tunny's shirt to pull him close and kisses the hell out of him. When he pulls away, breathless, eyes closed and lips red and slick just beside Tunny's cheek, he adds, "Jesus, why have we never done this before?"

"I don't know," he admits, leaning forward to press his dick against Priestly. "I've thought about it. It never started like this."

"How did it start, then?" says Priestly, kissing the corner of his mouth, gentle now, and curving his hand around Tunny's side, deciding for real this time what he's going to have him do.

That kiss makes him shiver, letting out a sigh.

"I always just thought about us fucking in a bed. I want everything. Whatever you want." He swallows. "I want to try having no control. None."

"You thought about us fucking in a bed," Priestly echoes him quietly, and he's not sure why except that it seems oddly sweet, for them.

"Then I think," he says, getting up slowly, "that you should be the one in the chair. Sit."

An electric throb goes right to his dick. He sits down obediently, suddenly aware of how tight his pants have gotten.

His eyes don't leave Priestly's face.

"Where do I even start with you?" says Priestly, but his hands already know and are undoing his pants, pushing them down over his hips. "I bet you're good at this."

He can't take his eyes off what Priestly's hands are doing. He licks his lips, nods.

"I am."

"Good, because fuck I need you to prove it right now." He straddles Tunny on the chair, dick nearly at mouth height, and frames it with his hands on each side.

He doesn't need any more urging than that to lean in, mouth already open, fingers curling around Priestly's dick to steady him as he wraps his lips around the first few inches, pressing with the flat of his tongue.

A part of Priestly wishes this was going to last longer, that they weren't both already so far gone just from talking about it, but another part is glad that he's already this hot, this slick, this ready for it. He likes feeling a little bit frantic. He hopes he's not the only one.

"Yeah, just like that," he says. "Now put your hands down. Grip the chair."

There's a little part of him that immediately wants to know what happpens if he doesn't do as he's told, but its so hot, that tone of voice. He drops his hands and grips the chair, sliding his mouth further down Priestly's dick eagerly, willing himself not to gag.

Priestly pushes in, but slowly. If they'd been together before, if he knew Tunny's limits, he would've gone harder, but he just doesn't know. Yet.

"Harder," he says. "I can take it hard. I want to feel it."

Tunny wans to tell him that he can take it harder too but his mouth is occupied. He bobs his head faster, cheeks hollowing as he sucks on Priestly's dick, moaning around the thick weight of him on his tongue.

Priestly leans in till he's gripping the back of the chair, looming over him, mouth open and gasping for air whenever Tunny hits exactly the right spot.

"You're going to swallow," he says. "When I come, swallow it."

Tunny's never been with anyone as physically big as Priestly and it's incredibly hot, being hemmed in like he is. He can't exactly nod but, God, he wants that.

If anything, he redoubles his efforts.