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No matter how many times he saw it, π was always a little intimidated by β's size. But he tried his best, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he could.
β's large hand stroked π's hair as he bobbed his head,gasps growing heavier with each movement.
"πβ¦ fuckβ¦" β's voice was hoarse, breath shaky.
π took him deeper, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down again. β trembled, moaning louder each time.
Feeling β hold back, π guided his free hand to the back of his own neck a silent signal: Itβs okay. You can use me.
But β didn't push. He just gently squeezed his nape, too soft-hearted to go rough.
Understanding, π pushed himself deeper,nearly gagging.
β cursed under his breath, fingers tightening in π's hair.
He gave π's nape a light, warning squeeze π just looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
β stayed hard for a while, π's mouth starting to ache. He patted β's thigh in protest.
β chuckled at the adorable sight.
π upped the intensity one hand stroking the base, the other cupping his balls, sucking harder now.
"Ahβ¦ πβ¦ wait! " β's breath hitched. "I'm gonnaβ¦"
β tried to warn him, but π didn't stop.
With a strangled moan, β came in his mouth.
He reached for tissues, expecting π to spit but π looked up, stuck out his tongue to show him.
He swallowed everything. β's heart stuttered. This man was too fucking cute.
He wiped π's lips and cheeks gently. π giggled, leaning in to kiss him.
β pulled him up and wrapped his arms around him, handing over his mug.
βThanks.β π croaked,blinking.
His voice came out a little rough.
Oh. Of course it did. Not just from the moaning, but⦠well.
He drank more to soothe his voice, glaring playfully at β.
"Still laughing?" he pouted.
β burst into full-on laughter. π blushed and swatted his arm.
"Alright, alright." β grinned, catching his hand and kissing it. "Time to work, mister."
π glanced at the time and moved to his desk. He started his stream prep and went live right on schedule.
It was a karaoke practice stream, β filled πβs mug with water, then quietly stepped into the other room to avoid coughing into the mic.
The stream ended around 3 PM.
"Wanna eat first?" β asked. "Then maybe a walk and a nap?"
"Okayβ¦ but I don't feel like going out," π whined, curling up a little. "Too tired..."
"Delivery it is." β pulled out his phone.
π napped on the couch while they waited.
β watched him sleep with a soft smile. When the food arrived, he set the table and gently woke π.