The rough, strong hands stroked his hair, pulled them, and it elicited a moan from Ares which rumbled against his crush's cock. The moans that Etienne let out encouraged Ares to look up, and wide set mossy eyes soaked in the image of Ettie with his head thrown back, blonde locks stuck to the side of his temple with exertion. And then the elder looked down, dark eyes black against the barrel fire, encouraged him to suck up as much of the blonde's cock as possible.
He wanted to swallow it to the base, and sucked with such enthusiasm and hope, but only got about halfway down before he sputtered against Ettie's cock. He tried to keep it in his mouth as he quickly released the stem of it back into the air, saliva following its wake, glimmering against the orange glow of the fire, as Ares caught his breath with the tip of Ettie's cock still perched between at his tongue and his upper lip parted to suck in the cool night air. Ares realized he had drooled, a lot, and was quick to cover the embarrassment by taking Etienne into his mouth again.
The initial strokes were as awkward and timid as his handjob had been, with his mouth trying to get used to the feeling, the stretch, of having a full, hard cock in its mouth. After a while it had even began to strain his jaw, yet the soft moans that breeched Ettie's parted lips, the delightfully pleased, almost sleepy look in his eyes, encouraged Ares to take him in further. Soon he had a rhythm going, one that was hardly expert but enthusiastic, eager as Ares pushed his wavy brown locks from his forehead to keep them from disrupting his goal of pleasuring his lover. The heat on his cheeks was fire, hotter than it had felt drowned in alcohol and seated just inches from the open flame. They burned and stretched and ached but it was all so deliciously heady and satisfying. Maybe this is what he was meant to do, as a dirty thought intruded on him- a life of bending down on his knees and pleasuring men with his tongue.
Ares then released Ettie's cock, thought kept a hand wrapped around the base of it to keep it standing straights. His eyes gazed into Etienne's, a wildly innocent and wholly leashed look with the front of his sweatpants tenting rigidly past it, like a submissive and obedient pet who had been told to ignore his own bodily wants for that of its master. “Am I- is this okay?” he asked, a dark flush to his cheeks and a glisten to his plush, labored lips.
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