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Jared rests his cheek on Richard's thigh, leaning slightly forward to lick long stripes across his little bit. He flicks his tongue across the leaky cockhead, alternating between barely covering Richard with his mouth and hot breath and swallowing him down whole, cock and balls fitting easily in his mouth.
Richard thrashes his head, thighs quivering and uselessly thrusting up, up - "moooore, Jared" he pants, fingers grasping right at the base of his neck, urging him forward. Jared pulls off and chuckles, softly tonging his cocklet.
"Look at you," he breathes, lapping up Richard's precome and pinning his hips down with his large hands. "You get so wet for me sweetheart, it's so easy" and suddenly Richard is shrieking and seizing and impossibly, coming, shooting stripes of pearly white across his stomach and onto Jared's face.
In no time flat Richard is curled into a ball, hands covering his head. Jared springs forward to the dresser, grabs some Kleenex to wipe his face off, and spins back around, a little unsure what had just transpired.
"Uh...babe? Do you want me to clean you up?" He feels a little awkward standing useless and naked, his unflaggingly hard cock bobbing between his thighs. He resigns himself to getting off later, far more interested in attending to Richard. He gingerly sits down next to him, rubbing his back softly. "Is everything ok?"
"Mmpf."
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you?"
Richard groans and rolls around to face Jared, snatching the Kleenex from his pale fingers.
"Fuck Jared, I don't think I've come harder in my life, of course I'm okay - I just..." he trails off as he wipes his torso down, eyes unable to meet the intensity of Jared's concerned stare.
"You just...?" Richard draws his knees up to his chest, trying to take up as little space as humanly possible.
"I'm just, uh, surprised I guess...by how much I like it when you...when you're..."
"You like me being on top? There's nothing wrong with th-"
"...when you're the boy?" Richard finishes weakly, flushing pink down to his chest. Jared cocks his head and considers him for a moment, soaking in his soft curls and slender frame. 'Well, aren't we both boys?' Jared starts to counter, but he thinks better of it and leans down to Richard's ear instead, nipping at the lobe. Be brave, Jared, what's the worst that can happen?
"You like it when I eat you out, baby?" He barely has time to think before Richard is crashing his mouth against his, licking and sucking at his lips, keening desperately and practically writhing his way onto Jared's lap. Jared pulls his legs over him, wrapping his arms around Richards's slight waist. He grinds up into him, his cock brushing against Richard's small nub, already swollen and leaking, ready for an apparent round two. Nervously, Jared reaches down to caress his package, snugly nestled between their bellies.
"Oh sweetheart," he coos, running his index finger thru Richard's precome and smearing it all over, "you're already soaked again." Richard shudders all over and nods, "y-yeah," his voice absolutely wrecked.
As much as Jared wanted to take this new discovery and draw it out, he had been hard for almost an hour and it was beginning to take its toll. He kept rutting up against Richard, desperate to relieve some of the pressure in his cock.
"R-Richard...do you...can you?" He groaned as Richard reached down to take his cock in hand, shyly stroking him without further instruction. They had only hooked up a handful of times since the first incident, and usually Jared was content to get Richard off and rub himself off on his thighs, but something about the way Richard had gone so sweet and pliant for him almost instantly pushed all thoughts of finishing later or alone aside. He needed him now.
Richard's hand fluttered over Jared and he pushed up to meet his grip. It was good - so fucking good - but not nearly enough. He gathered his friend in his arms and laid them out; his long legs hanging slightly off the bed. Richard propped himself up with one hand and reached over to resume his ministrations with the other, but Jared intercepted him, pulling his hand to his mouth and licking his palm, his fingers.
"I want you to touch me Richard..." and Richard sighed and nodded, his eyes half lidded. "And I want you to rub yourself," he continued, kissing his way down to Richard's wrist before meeting his gaze. "Two fingers," he croaked, worryingly searching Richard's eyes for a sign he'd gone too far, implied too much.
To his relief, Richard simply fluttered his eyelashes at him and grabbed at his overly hard cock with his spit-slick hand. He pumped him slowly and Jared watched in awe as Richard trailed his free hand down his chest, his navel, until it rest gently in his lap. Without missing a stroke he sat up and spun to face Jared, spreading his legs apart as much as he could given the small cot. He pushed his cocklet against his navel and started to rub himself off with his other hand, his index and middle finger spreading around his leaking fluids to ease the way.
"You're so pretty baby...god..." he unfisted his hands from the sheets and let them trail up and down Richard's thighs, hitching them apart even wider. "Come for me sweetheart, wanna see you, c'mon" and that was enough to cause Richard to shudder apart, throwing his head back as he pitched his hips up to meet the slick motion of his fingers. Satisfied that he had taken sufficient care of his friend, Jared let himself go with a low groan, letting his eyes fall shut so he could fully appreciate the feel of Richard next to him, hand on him, stroking him through one of the more intense orgasms of his life. They laid back, their hands finding one another at the juncture between their hips.
"That was..."
"...incredible." Richard nervously laughed. Jared breathed a sigh of relief and sat up to gaze at his (lover?) friend.
"Oh god, I was so worried I had gone too far...I kind of just went for...uh..." He noticed a flush creep back across Richard's skin and he stared at the wall, ceiling, the server rack, literally anywhere but Jared's piercing gaze. They sat in silence for a while, the sweat sheen on their skin drying to a tacky layer of dirt and cum and exertion. Their breathing evened out. Neither wanted to make the first move.
"I...like it. When you. Take care of me." Richard whispered, barely audible amidst the gentle whirr of the machinery surrounding them. "It's nice to let go and feel...cherished?"
"Oh Richard," Jared breathed, leaning forward to gather him in his arms. "All I want is to do is cherish you." Richard hummed against the marble expanse of his neck, letting his lips dance across the thrum of Jared's pulse. They stayed there a few moments longer before Richard rolled off and fetched the towel he had preemptively snuck into the garage, wrapping it around his waist. He paused at the door before casting a look at the cot over his shoulder. "Do you, uh, think you'd want to join me? In the, the...shower?" He bit down on his lip immediately, drained of courage.
Jared was crowding him up against the door in two seconds flat, his long fingers digging into Richard's waist, breath hot on his neck.
"Anything for my baby girl."
Richard gasped and practically punched the door supporting his weight. I guess we're really doing this...thing. Whatever it was.
He felt Jared grin into his shoulder blades.
He was so fucked.