Soft lamplight warms the duvet as they trade a look. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. A quiet wave carries them from careful to sure. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
The room feels lighter when they meet over the quilt. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. They reach the edge together and hold there, smiling. They share one more slow breath and a quiet grin.
I sat on the toilet, he remained standing and I suckled him. The dick was all drooling already, because I was smoothing it before. I suckled him like a calf, I went to the end of hiscock. I tried to make as little noise as possible so no one would notice. Until he said he was going to come and I asked him to come in my mouth and he gushed in my mouth.
What begins as a spiritual moment soon becomes a greedy feast of lustful dick as the youngmen start smooching, leading to those stiff cocks being released for wanking and slurping.