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anthony stared down at nick with a half awaken sleazy grin as he pushed his pants down just low enough to get his cock out. his free hand rested on nick’s neck—periodically sliding up to his face and squeezing his jaw. he stood there for a while just staring down, playing with nick’s face with a hand in his pants.
it wasn’t uncommon for anthony to wake up and roam the house with morning wood. it wasn’t uncommon for anthony to make playful advances at his friends. it wasn’t uncommon for anthony to have his dick in someone’s face. what was uncommon was nick sitting forward on his knees indulging anthony in his morning perversions. but what was he to do when anthony woke up, rubbed up against him, and whined like a hurt puppy dog? he had held onto nick—mouth pressed against his neck—whining about how desperate he was for something more than his hand, a pillow, or a plush to hump against. his teeth nipping at the smooth shaved skin under nick’s jaw.
he was a mischievous dog who knew how to get what he wanted. and who was nick to deny him?
anthony’s hands returned back to his face. a thumb pressed against his lips instead of a hand that’d squeeze his face and tilt it to the side. “open up,” he spoke quietly. he promptly replaced his thumb with his cock and when nick opened up he let out a delighted hum. he ever so gently pushed nick’s head forward until his lips were wrapped around the head and he could feel his warm mouth. nick’s hands rested flat on anthony’s thighs—he had no reason to grab, yet.
“you’re such a good friend,” he sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed more past nick’s lips. the hand that wasn’t on nick’s head was now at his abdomen. it slid up under his shirt and traced his skin as he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on rolling his hips into nick’s mouth. “you take it so well,” he gasped.
nick went from averting eye contact to peering up at anthony every so often. there was a twinge of embarrassment building in his core, white and hot. he hadn’t done much work but he didn’t have to do much work. all anthony asked for, all he needed, was a mouth and nick provided. he sat forward on his knees and did as he was asked and he felt embarrassed. he let anthony guide him. he allowed anthony use him like an object, like some sex toy. it made his gut flip. a pit of arousal grew deep down as he racked his brain around his current situation. anthony made his head fuzzy. anthony consumed him—it started with his teeth in his neck. he had easily become pliant. he said only a few words before he let anthony push him down to his knees.
it was unfair how hypnotizing anthony was.
nick furrowed his brows and whined. anthony’s eyes snapped open when he heard the muffled sound. his body shivered when he felt it around his cock. anthony looked back down with a hungry desire behind his blue eyes.
“fuck, you sound real good like that,” he giggled half-lidded. nick’s eyes darted away again but by then anthony shut his eyes again.
both of his hands rested on nick’s head now, urging him forward—pushing him to take more of him in his mouth. anthony’s cock wasn’t big by any means but when he made a jerky involuntary movement that brought nick’s face into direct contact with his crotch, nick gagged. his nose twinged from the sudden collision with anthony’s pubic bone and his throat pulsed. his hands gripped at anthony’s thighs before falling down to his own and anthony moaned. nick relaxed himself and did his best to focus on breathing through his nose as anthony held him there.
it wasn't long before nick was tapping at anthony’s thighs, a plea for oxygen. anthony flashed a cheeky grin as he pulled nick back by his hair, resulting in a tiny yelp. anthony thought it was cute but it only made nick more embarrassed . nick took a moment to suck in a large breath and wipe at the spit that had pooled in the corners of his mouth. he felt gross and sticky. that’s why it didn’t make sense that his dick was hard.
“look pup, you got me all sloppy and wet,” he giggled high in his throat. he smiled as he brought his cock to nick’s face—tapping at his cheek, making a mess of his face. “yeah you look real pretty like that,” nick’s face scrunched up.
“you’re so gross,” nick spoke for the first time in a while. his voice crawled out soft and mouse-like. he appeared almost unnaturally sheepish. his eyes continued to dart, only making contact with anthony’s for seconds at a time.
anthony stood back a bit and tilted his head to the side, “look. look at me.” his cock was slick with nick’s spit and he was using it to stroke himself. one hand fisted his cock and the other rubbing circles just above his crotch. he moaned, loud and unapologetically whorish, and stared at him with a look that said, “this is what you did. this is what you do to me. take responsibility.” it made nick shiver. it was an erotic display he put on for nick. an attempt to lure him back into his spell. nick knew exactly what he was doing yet still found himself giving in.
“what do you want from me?” his voice was breathy as if he had been holding it the entire time. nick’s voice had the tendency to come out too loud— it cracked as he brought it back to his usual soft tone. his eyes stayed on anthony’s hands. he watched the slow pumping movement and swallowed.
anthony’s lips curled upwards. he beamed brighter than the morning sun, “i want your mouth.” he stepped closer again. his hand settled at the curve of nick’s jaw, his thumb running across his cheek, “you’re gonna let me fuck your face, that’s right isn’t it puppy?”
nick’s gut flipped again. he looked up at anthony—blue eyes meeting blue eyes. “yeah,” he nodded absentmindedly, “yeah.”
anthony pressed his thumb into nick mouth and drew out his tongue. “stay just like that,” he giggled when he tapped his cock on nick’s tongue. he giggled when nick’s brows furrowed in confusion. to nick anthony appeared as an otherworldly oddity. he was playfully strange and unpredictable. colin, brendan, and steve all seemed to have some sort of understanding of anthony. but nick, he was confused by him.
“anthony,” he mumbled. it was hard to speak with cock heavy on his tongue.
“shush, shush pup. i’m gonna. . . just wait. let me have my fun,” nick had been letting him have his fun for what felt like over an hour now.
“anthony,” he pouted this time and took a hold of anthony’s cock so he could speak properly. “i haven’t. i. i have a pretty sensitive gag reflex y’know,” he saw and felt anthony’s cock jump in his hands when he mentioned his gag reflex.
“don’t worry, you can take it. my dick’s not even big.”
he sighed and tilted his head downwards. it made him look pathetic. anthony’s response wasn’t much at all. it wasn’t even verbal aside from a quiet hum. instead he just stared back into nick’s eyes and flashed a lascivious smile.
it was like that perverted grin was stuck to his face
it took a short moment for them to start up again. anthony waited for nick to make the first move but not without failure to conceal any desperation. his hips made slight movements in search of friction. he held back lewd noises when nick’s hand slid to the base of his cock. nick wasn’t completely unaware of this. his eyes were glued to anthony. anthony was all he could think of save for his own growing mix of embarrassment and need. but he’d expected anthony to do something first—grab his head and shove his cock down his throat maybe. they were stuck in an oddly sexual game of chicken. nick would come out the loser when he guided anthony back into his mouth. the hand that had been on anthony’s cock moved not too far away to his thigh. that's where nick tapped him when he’d taken anthony completely. he kept his gaze up at anthony and his eyes fluttered as he did his best not to gag.
anthony started slow, he took his time sliding back and forth between nick’s lips. nick had his eyes shut tight by now. focus washed over his face. he was doing his best to stay still, calm, and relaxed. none of it had been requested of him but he still tried as if he was given a direct order. he was pathetically obedient. it would have made anthony guilty if he didn’t realize that’s where nick got off—or alternatively, if he wasn't a perverted freak. even if nick hadn’t realized yet, anthony clocked it long ago.
although not as visibly desperate and needy as anthony, nick was dizzyingly hard. his cock strained against his jeans before he had anthony’s cock in his mouth. he couldn’t remember exactly but he knew his cock jumped when anthony pushed him to his knees. anthony noticed then but he hadn’t said anything, he’d just taken a mental note.
“gonna speed up now,” he warned, pushing nick off and giving him a moment to breathe. nick took in deep shaky breaths but remained relatively still. his knees hurt but he was committed to helping anthony get off. always willing to help, nick beard.
nick didn’t know what he expected to happen after he opened his mouth and gave anthony the go ahead. anthony did his best to hit the back of his throat with the little bit of cock he had. nick’s eyes had gone wide and his first instinct was to push anthony away—instead, when his hands flew up to anthony’s thigh, nick grabbed and held on tight.
“that’s good, that’s good,” anthony took a sharp inhale. he held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. anthony could feel every movement. every pulse of his throat. the twitching tongue trying to remain flat under the weight of his cock. hot breaths that turned into whines and whimpers that sent shivers down his spine. nick’s mouth felt so good. so much better than rutting against a giant monkey plush.
nick squeezed his thighs together tight. he squirmed now, his pants were unbearably tight. he was unable to stay still when his cock ached and threatened to burst out of his jeans. yet he didn’t touch himself. it would be embarrassing to admit he liked sucking dick this much. he was just doing his friend a favor. he was just being helpful. he wasn’t supposed to be getting off on this.
at this rate nick was going to cum in his jeans.
“fuck fuck fuck,” anthony cursed, head thrown back. his grip on nick’s head was tighter than before. he used nick like a toy—dragging his head back and forth, back and forth. “yeah, you look real good like that,” a half lidded gaze fixated on his too red face. anthony loved the way his eyebrow quivered as he tried to keep his eyes open as he looked up. his eyes would still shut occasionally then they’d pop back open when anthony triggered his gag reflex. anthony had done it on purpose a couple of times to hear the cute choked noise nick made. but, it also just felt incredible when nick gagged around him.
“so close, just wait pup. wait please,” he gasped acknowledging the tapping at his thigh. the grip on nick’s head was unwavering and nick felt lighter by the moment. “so hard to stop when you look so good like this puppy.” he finally let up when nick gagged so hard it sounded like the retching that came before vomiting. anthony might have liked the noise a little too much.
nick coughed up a couple of breathy swears and foamy spit dibbled down his chin. it got one of his favorite cave in shirts almost as gross and wet as his face. nick would have been upset about the damage if he wasn’t too light in the head to think about much more than cock in his mouth.
“no wonder nobody wants to fuck you. takes you forever to cum,” nick grumbled.
“i’m so close, i promise, i’ll be quick,” anthony hummed. he rubbed his cock against nick’s face, a look of amusement painting his face as he smeared spit across nick’s lips and cheeks. “besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself, puppy,” nick took him back down his throat with a small bit of resistance. he still gagged on what should be easy to fully take.
anthony wasn’t lying. he was close and it wasn’t hard to tell. his movements were more jittery and jerky. he fucked nick’s face like he was going to die if his cock didn’t somehow hit the back of his throat. nick realized that was what he was trying to do after anthony gripped his head and tried to get his cock in as deep as possible, as fast as possible. nick disliked how much he enjoyed the feeling. it made him fuzzy and the obscene noises that came from his own throat might have made the situation in his pants worse. nick was likely to cum in his pants before he could rush to his room—the bathroom, anywhere private— to fist his cock, deeply ashamed with his hands in his mouth. he thought about how much of a pervert he was as he held onto anthony’s thighs. tears had begun to form in corners of scrunched eyes.
“so, so close. hold on for a little long puppy please. you’ve been so good. gonna cum on your face puppy,” anthony blabbered. his moans were loud and unabashed. nick wished he would be a little quieter, he didn’t know what he would do if anyone found him like this. his mind trailed off and he thought about if the other guys would begin to ask him for “favors.” he imagined steve, brendan, and colin crowding around him after anthony finished. cocks out arguing about how they could use him, who would go next, if he could even handle more than anthony’s small cock. he barely even heard the rest of anthony’s gross dirty talk.
“gonna cum. gonna cum,” anthony whined in this high girly voice. he reeled back and stroked himself above nick’s face til he came loudly. drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. his eyes never wavered from nick’s face.
nick looked up at anthony, mouth agape and face bright red, wet, and painted with cum. he panted and took in air like it was the first time he’d ever breathe and it would soon be his last. one of his eyes was partially shut in the fear of getting cum in it. who knew what sort of weird infection could occur.
“you look pretty like that,” anthony giggled.