You Do What You Have To - 75

 

 

"This is the first time I've seen you naked," Robin said, raking his gaze over Micky from head to toe and up again.

 

Micky tried to hide his embarrassment by kneeling in front of Robin, thus ending up at eye level with the object of his desire. "I've seen all of you, but I never really…" He licked his lips.

 

"Paid attention before?"

 

"Not to this." Micky ran his hand up the length of Robin's cock. "I was trying to be good. Though now that I think about it, being good can be highly overrated. I missed one of the best parts."

 

Robin groaned and for a second Micky thought he was in pain. He hadn't seemed to be as they undressed, other than a few fleeting winces when he took off his shirt then lowered his jeans before sitting on the edge of the bed. He had gasped when he bent to take off his boots, telling Micky seconds later he was all right.

 

As if. But if I try to coddle him, he'll resent it. He knows his limits.

 

Glancing up at Robin to check, Micky caught a look of pure need on Robin's face. So he did something about it, slowly taking Robin's cock into his mouth. As he sucked and licked, drawing it in deeper, preparatory to swallowing, there was another long, drawn-out groan, followed by, "Perfect. Don't stop."

 

Micky didn't, taking in Robin's cock fully, rolling his balls between his fingers at the same time. Then he started working his magic until, with a cry, Robin came. His cum filled Micky's throat, while he gripped Micky's shoulders so hard Micky could feel his nails digging into his flesh.

 

Panting, easing his hold, Robin slowly came down from his orgasm. As his heartbeat returned to normal, he leaned forward with the obvious intention of kissing Micky. "You're bleeding." He brushed his fingers over the nail marks on Micky's shoulder. "I'm so damned sorry. I didn't mean to—"

 

Micky put one finger over Robin's lips. "Not a problem. I've had worse done to me." He regretted it the second the words were out of his mouth.

 

Robin looked at him in consternation. "It brought all the memories back."

 

"Not really." Micky eased up and kissed Robin—quite thoroughly in fact when Robin returned it, opening to his questing tongue.

 

"You're sure?" Robin asked softly when they broke apart.

 

"All I was thinking about was how wonderful it was to pleasure you and make you happy."

 

Robin smiled, saying, "Believe me, you did. Now it's my turn." He eased off the bed onto his knees, obviously waiting for Micky to take his place.

 

Micky had no problem with that, not in the least. He leaned back on his hands, watching while Robin licked his cock from the base to the tip several times. He was so hard and needy that he knew it wouldn't take much more before he came. He was right. When Robin took his throbbing cock into his mouth, and moments later swallowed him, Micky's balls tightened, his cock felt full and then, with a delirious shout, he exploded as waves of pleasure flooded his body.

 

"Fuck, yeah, I outlasted you," Robin said, grinning broadly.

 

"Anticipation," Micky gasped out when his pulse stopped beating a tattoo and returned to normal.

 

Robin chuckled while trying to get to his feet. Micky quickly jumped up to help him, then eased him onto the bed, muttering, "Pill time."

 

"Unfortunately," Robin grumbled, stretching out on his side.