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They’re total opposites in everything.
“Brains and brawn!” Emily teases when they first get together.
Beyond that though, Derek’s lived a life full of experience—sexual experiences. Spencer has not. His first time is with Derek, and it’s like Derek trains him the minute they get together. During their first make out session, he strokes a finger along Spencer’s lower lip.
The first time he forces his fingers into Spencer’s mouth, Spencer splutters and coughs, grimacing at the germs and the intrusion.
“Just wet them for me, baby. Need to open you up.”
So Spencer opens his mouth again, licking Derek’s fingers, only opening his eyes when he’s told. It feels odd, but it’s worth it. So unbelievably worth it when he’s then opened up, scissored open on Derek’s hand. Then Derek’s cock is entering him, the dark flesh sinking inch by inch into his pale skin.
It looks anatomically impossible. But it happens.
As Derek thrusts into him hard and fast, Spencer finds himself moaning with his mouth open, making an obscene display of himself, hoping Derek shoves his fingers back into his mouth.
Then Derek starts doing it with his favorite foods, spooning Nutella and whipped cream into his mouth, peanut butter and jam spread.
Two months into their relationship, Derek feeds him his own cum, spitting into his mouth at the same time.
“It’ll make it go down easier,” he purrs.
Spencer gags but swallows it down anyway.
Then Derek does it again, and again.
He finds himself chasing Derek’s fingers like a cat, gasping at the air to lick them clean of cum.
Four months into the relationship, Derek starts calling him a cumslut. He has to google the word, fingers fumbling over the tiny cell phone buttons to see what his new label means. He’s shocked, but somehow falls into his new title with ease, no matter how much he tries to protest.
After Derek fucks him, he scoops the cum out of Spencer’s messy ass and spoons it into his mouth.
“Open wide,” he says, pushing to the back of his throat then smoothing the cum all over his tongue as he pulls back.
“Swallow,” he whispers, closing Spencer’s jaw with his hands and making him nod.
“Good,” Derek praises.
Spencer, glazed eyes and his pretty pink dumb mouth open as if he’s waiting, moans in response, tongue sticking back out with puppy dog eyes.
“Sweet baby,” Derek coos, slowly inserting his fingers back into the wet, warm heat. Spencer relaxes instantly, sucking and slobbering all over Derek’s fingers.