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He parts from Jake’s puffy lips, disconnecting their mouths with a tiny string of saliva. His own throb, surely the same reflected deep red from the possible hours that have passed kissing this long here in bed. He’s laid on Jake’s front, both bare in their close intimacy.
His fingers are clamped in the back of Jake’s hair, holding the sweat-filled strands in his fist to keep him right here. Not that Jake would go anywhere, given he hasn’t moved a muscle this entire time except for his wicked tongue. With his other hand, Bradley slowly glides his thumb across his bottom lip, over the sensitive flesh that quivers beneath his touch.
Jake’s breath exhales hotly against his fingers, his cheeks flushed atop his tan face. Their arousals rub trapped between their bodies yet Bradley ignores it, fully immersed in the languish presses of their mouths.
He watches Jake’s eyes flutter behind his heavy lids, appearing so beautiful and deeply lax to the bone. Nearly melted into their soft white sheets with his arms resting up and over his head.
Open for Bradley to do with whatever he pleases.
He tugs Jake’s lip down, exposing his white teeth and his tongue right in between. He wants it back in his mouth, but before he can lean in and kiss him once more, Jake speaks.
“Slap me,” he breathes.
Bradley furrows his brows, laughing once low and quiet. “What?”
Jake swallows thickly, licking his lips and slipping his bottom one out from under his thumb. His eyelids open the barest bit, gazing up at him without any recognizable green left inside his lust filled eyes.
“Slap me,” Jake repeats clearer.
Bradley’s cock lurches against his thigh, and Jake must feel it from the slow teasing grin spreading across his face. He loosens his fingers in Jake’s hair and taps his cheek with barely any pressure. It’s more sound, and he can tell Jake isn’t satisfied by it.
He barely moves, returning more cognizant and staring up at him with a dare and a pure sensual demand in his expression. Bradley’s breath increases, puffs of their slick chests fused into one another and arousal thick in his skull.
Jake tilts his head backwards in wanton offering. Bradley curses sharply under his breath before he brings his palm down, slapping across his cheek hard enough to slightly turn his jaw to the side.
Jake moans for it like he’s got his cock fucked deep inside of him. He closes his eyes in pure satisfaction and bows his lower spine on instinct. Precum spurts and slicks their bellies, velvet hunger returning to the tension thick in between their close faces.
“Again,” Jake begs.
“Fuck,” Bradley grits through his teeth. He obeys without hesitation and slaps him once more, blossoming a darker shade of pink and echoing the sound in their quiet room. Jake whimpers with it, elongating his form further and giving him the most erotic and provocative image all from his own hand. “Jesus, baby. So damn sweet for me.”
Jake’s lip twitches, turning his face to the other side in a nonverbal yet clear response.
His fingers shake with the urge to return to their unforgiving hold in his hair, but he doesn’t, instead he wraps his arm in a tight clench around Jake’s shoulder. Purposefully at his mercy below, wanting with a simmering headiness.
He lifts his hand and brings his palm down with two repeated smacks in a quick succession across the cheek presented to him. It’s louder throughout the walls, yet Jake’s resulting greed-filled whine echoes over it, seizing desire in Bradley’s belly with a sharp tug behind his navel. Jake begins rolling his hips upwards, restraint lost while he chases his pleasure aided by his hand. His arms haven’t moved an inch still, limp on the sheets while he continues to get all he wants here.
“Harder,” Jake urges. He lifts his leg to wrap around Bradley’s waist, egging him on with a foot on his ass. Bradley groans, frotting their trapped cocks together as he grips Jake’s jaw in his fingers. Invading all of his senses, Bradley licks across the heated skin on his face, tasting the salt and the blooming mark on his tongue.
“Bradley,” Jake begs. “More.” He sounds so agonized, so mindless in the sensations and the perfect tone he always wants to hear his name in. Bradley kisses across until he gets close to his ear, breathing warm air against the cartilage and smirking when Jake whines and shivers below him.
“You want me to slap you?” Bradley husks. He takes his earlobe between his sensitive lips and rolls it around wetly, teasing the skin and making him just that more desperate for it. Jake’s mouth is stuck in a permanent tempting openness, needy with his high-pitched noises like he can’t go a second longer without his palm returned to his face.
“Yes,” Jake breathes. He ruts his hips faster like the mere suggestion of another is plentiful, grinding his leaking cock into Bradley’s abdomen muscles. “Please, I’m so close.”
“Say it again.”
“Please slap me.”
Bradley squeezes his eyes shut, blood roaring in his ears before he peers down at the display of him with scalding heat. His own pleasure is a mere afterthought with a pleading Jake knowing just what the word will get him. He lets go of his jaw and sits up a smidge. “Relax your mouth all the way,” he orders.
Jake instantly obeys, taking in a large shaky breath before he slackens his face and neck. Eagerness rises in each lung inflate, vibrating with such visible anticipation.
Bradley waits for the second Jake’s eyebrows shift in question before he fully slaps his palm across his face and turns his head in a quick and forceful motion.
“Oh fuck,” Jake groans, high and lost in the pain soaked pleasure. Once Bradley instantly does it again to the other cheek, Jake erupts, coming in large spurts that shoot up against his sternum and quiver spasms throughout his entire sweaty form.
In the midst of his powerful orgasm, a wide and satisfied grin spreads across Jake’s face.
Bradley hurries down the mattress and forces his legs open, holding them with bruising fingers to the mattress as he swallows his wet cock down his throat. Jake keens, hands finally lifting to dart for his curls and yank him deeper with shameless ever growing need.
When he glances upwards, past his enticing torso and the cum hot on his skin, Jake is peering down at him in return with dark cherry cheeks he wants to pop again and that same shit-eating grin stretching the smacked skin.
With Jake’s cock fucking his mouth through the rest of his remaining pleasure, it seems he is open for Jake to do whatever he pleases with as well.