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Jesus, he was pretty, Mordant thought as Pink folded down to his knees in front of him and bent his head, resting his forehead against Mordant’s thigh.
Mordant put a gentle hand on his crown, carding his fingers through his silky hair—as soft as he remembered— and said quietly, “All right?”
“Yeah,” Pink answered. Mordant could feel the warm dampness of his breath through his jeans.
“Easier to talk like this?” Mordant said.
Pink gave a muffled laugh. “Little bit”
He’d put his arms behind his back, left wrist gripped with his right hand.
“So, games in the bedroom, no games outside the bedroom?” Mordant clarified.
“Yeah,” Pink said. “That’s it.”
“I can do that,” Mordant said. God, could he do that. “I’m not going to push you about. Or push you downstairs,” he added, experimentally.
Pink grunted. “That arsehole.”
Mordant gave a small chuckle. “Yeah. Well, he’ll get his.”
Pink was silent.
“It’s okay,” Mordant said, carding his fingers gently through that blond hair. Sunshine was the right nickname for him, all right. Mordant had been calling him that in his head for weeks.
Pink gave a tiny shake of his head. “I don’t want any trouble,” he said quietly.
“There won’t be any trouble,” Mordant said. “I’ll make sure of it. I’ll promise if you like.”
“I can manage my own life perfectly well.” Pink lifted his head and looked Mordant in the face, angry and a tiny bit scared. “That’s not what this is about.”
“I know,” Mordant said, cupping his cheek. “I know you can. That’s not what I meant.”
Pink took a deep breath. “Are we doing this?” he asked, turning his face into Mordant’s hand and shutting his eyes. “I’d really like to just... do this. And talk after.” He nuzzled into Mordant’s palm.
Mordant slid his hand around the back of his neck and guided his forehead down onto his thigh again. “What’s your safe word?”
“Traffic light colours,” Pink said, slowly relaxing again. “Green for good, orange for slow down, red for stop.”
“Okay, that’s good,” Mordant said. He could cope with that. “I was with someone for a while who needed this sometimes,” he explained, pushing a stray piece of Pink’s sunshine hair behind his ear. “So I learned how.”
Pink swallowed, but didn’t speak. Mordant kept on playing with his hair, feeling him relax gradually, tension leaving his shoulders, breathing slowing, dropping down. Mordant let himself relax back against the door again, letting the thread of desire that had flared to life the moment he got out of the car strengthen and grow. Pink’s breath was warm and wet on his thigh and Mordant’s cock was definitely taking an interest now, becoming tight and uncomfortable in his jeans.
“I want you to suck me,” he told Pink, quietly, still running his fingers through his hair. “Can you do that for me?”
Pink nodded.
“Say it out loud,” Mordant said. “I need to hear what it is you want.”
“I want to,” Pink said, softly. “I want to suck you.”
Mordant swallowed, suddenly all the way hard. “Okay then,” he said. “Undo my jeans.”
Pink shifted at his feet, looking up and meeting his eyes. His pupils were blown, only a tiny bit of iris visible, the pale blue ringing the black. He bit his lip, perfect white teeth digging into the soft flesh. Mordant cupped his jaw with his hand and pulled at the lip with his thumb, releasing it from the teeth. Pink’s tongue flickered out and gave the digit a tiny, flickering lick and Mordant’s whole body flushed like he had been dropped in hot water. He tried to suppress a grin, but Pink saw and grinned back, making as if to nip him.
“Get on with it,” Mordant said, pretending to make his voice brusque.
“Yes, Sir,” Pink said, with an innocent look.
“Jesus, no, don’t call me that,” Mordant said. “I’m really not into that sort of thing. Reminds me of school.”
Pink gave a soft huff of laughter as he worked open the belt. “Noted,” he said, sliding the button free and easing down the zipper.
The atmosphere had lightened. They’d have to talk about it. There was stuff to talk about. But it was going to be okay.
Mordant turned a groan in to a huff of relief as his jeans parted. They’d become way too tight. Pink worked them down a little bit and then glanced up at him for further instruction. “That’s it,” Mordant told him. “Now get it out.” Pink’s questing fingers slid the elastic of his trunks down and eased his cock out over the top. God, that felt good. His skin was pale and his fingers were long and delicate wrapped around Mordant’s length.
Pink looked up at him and waited. “Is this what you want?” Mordant asked him. “Do you want to suck me?”
Pink’s eyelid fluttered shut and then opened again. He licked his lips. “Yes,” he said. “Please.”
“Go on then,” Mordant said. “Do it.”
God, it felt good. Pink’s mouth was warm and wet and the way he hollowed his cheeks and sank down... Mordant couldn’t help a groan, his fingers tightening in Pink’s hair involuntarily.
Pink’s stifled moan in response to that vibrated around the head of Mordant’s cock where it was bumping the back of his throat. The fluttering sensation as he swallowed and came back up was indescribable.
Pink didn’t quite come off him, tilting his head back so he could look up at Mordant, lips shiny and spit-slick, eyes heavy-lidded, pupils still visibly blown although they were half obscured. Mordant bet his own were the same.
“Again,” he said, and Pink went to work. He didn’t stop this time. He used his tongue to flick the underside, laving his cockhead with little, fluttering strokes, pushing the stiffened tip of his tongue into his slit, making muffled sounds of appreciation that went straight to Mordant’s balls.
He could feel the pressure building, the point of no return getting closer and closer like the tide inexorably moving up the beach.
He tightened his hand in Pink’s hair again and said, “Stop!”
Pink complied, head tilting back under Mordant’s grip. He was breathing hard and his eyes were shut. His face was slack and there was spit on his chin. Mordant wiped it aside with the thumb of the hand not in his hair. Pink opened his eyes and met his look.
“Up,” Mordant said.
He offered a hand and Pink took it. Mordant pulled him upright and he came surprisingly smoothly given how long he’d been folded down on the carpet.
“All right?” Mordant checked.
Pink nodded. His eyes were on Mordant’s mouth. His own was puffy and swollen and shiny. Mordant leaned forward and brushed their lips together and Pink almost fell towards him, leaning into the kiss. Mordant gathered him up, pulling him in tight so all his weight was resting on Mordant where Mordant was still leaning against the door. He tugged him as close as he could, a hand on his arse through his jeans, feeling his erection through the raspy material, pressing against Mordant’s naked hard-on.
Pink slid his hands around Mordant’s neck as his mouth opened, tongue meeting Mordant’s in a give and take dance that tasted of Pink and Mordant’s pre-come and the faint undertone of coffee. Morgan slid his free hand around to cup Pink’s head, winding his fingers into his hair, angling his head where he wanted him.
He lost himself to it, forgetting Pink needed him to be toppy, forgetting everything but how he’d spent weeks wondering what this would be like and now they were here it was passing all his expectations.
When they finally came up for breath, he was light-headed and Pink looked equally dazed. He rested his forehead on Mordant’s shoulder and laughed quietly.
“All right?” Mordant asked him.
They were pressed as close as they could be, and Pink rolled his hips against his own. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Will you fuck me?”
Mordant shut his eyes at the thought, imagining all that hot, tight goodness surrounding him. His cock twitched and he rolled his hips back, holding Pink still with the arm he had around his waist.
“I can do that,” he said. “I’d love to do that.” Pink mouthed against his neck and Mordant shivered. “Get undressed, then,” Mordant told him. “Get undressed and get on the bed.”
