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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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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.

"Blink if you need me to tell you when," says Priestly, between harsh breaths. "Otherwise I'm not going to. I'm not going to tell you anything. I'm just going to do it."

He doesn't want or need to be told. This isn't his first time for a guy coming in his mouth. He keeps his eyes resolutely open. He doesn't blink as he moans encouragement around Priestly's dick.

Priestly doesn't talk at all anymore, but he pays attention, and if Tunny does anything he's not supposed to, even lifts his hands, he's ready to do something about it. But there's not even time for that, because Priestly's on the edge, he's right there, and if he resists the urge to thrust into Tunny's throat as he comes, it's only barely.

Right as Priestly comes, Tunny does lift one hand, fingers curling around the back of Priestly's thigh to steady him. Even though he does gag slightly as the tip of Priestly's dick hits the back of his throat, Tunny swallows every drop as smoothly as he can.

Priestly reaches down, clamps a hand around Tunny's wrist and even though his thighs are trembling he still pulls Tunny's hand away and back to the chair again.

"I want to fuck you so hard," says Priestly, the words rushing out all on one breath. Next time, though. Next time.

His fingers flex under Priestly's grip and he's aware of panting, shifting his hips to get just a little friction for his aching dick.

"Fuck. Yes. Please."

It wouldn't surprise Priestly if he managed to get it up again pretty quickly, given how fucking turned on he still is, but not immediately. Not fast enough to get Tunny off.

"Take your pants off, but don't touch yourself," he says, straightening up slowly, uncurling his body from where it's been bent all around Tunny.

It's sort of awkward, fumbling out of his pants, careful not to touch his dick. He's still pretty fair skinned and his dick stands out, flushed and aching hard.

He doesn't do anything about his shirt because Priestly hasn't said to. He just sits back down, bare-assed in the chair.

It's not that Priestly doesn't know what to do with it. He knows very well what to do with it. But he still pauses and just looks, then squats down when he's sure his legs can handle it and just breathes against Tunny's thighs.

"Fuck."

He's got the sense not to move his hands - he's got a vague desire to misbehave and see what happens, to push his luck, just to see what happens, but not right now. He tips his head back, shifting his hips, watching the way his dick shifts.

He hasn't even entirely decided what he wants to do yet, whether he even is going to touch him, and licks a stripe up the inside of his thigh while he thinks about it. He just knows that it shouldn't be fast, not after all that build-up. Not after what he's promised.

Patience hasn't always been Tunny's strong suit, but he's doing his best now. He stays where he is, muscles in his belly tense as he struggles not to move.