Bottom At Heart
Chapter 11

Clar inhaled sharply as the warm wet heat of Heart mouth on his tip. His grip on Heart’s hair grew harder, probably hurting the other, but Heart didn’t seem to mind as he continued to lap and lick at Clar’s tip. He could feel Heart rub his tongue along his slit, and embarrassingly his stomach was already starting to tighten. He exhaled slowly, trying to prolong this feeling.

Heart, however, had other plans. He sucked gently on the tip, then shifted, running his tongue down the entire length of Clar’s shaft, curling his tongue around it like he had done to his finger earlier. The entire time he stroked Clar’s tongue with his finger, getting it wet. He pulled his finger out of Clar’s mouth, trailing his saliva down his chin, lightly scraping his nail into Clar’s feverish skin. Clar bit his lip as Heart started circling his areola slowly, in time with his long licks on his shaft.

“Heart,” Clar murmured, reaching up to still the hand on his chest. He intertwined his fingers with Hearts, looking down as Heart took his tip back into his wet mouth.

Heart hummed around his tip, making Clar’s hips buck a little. This caused his cock to slid down further into Heart’s throat. They both moaned at the feeling, and what he wanted to say flew out of his head.

He panted as he felt Heart slowly ease him further and further into his mouth, farther down his throat. The wet heat constricting around his shaft was intense. Clar bucked his hips again, desperate for more of that feeling. He felt Heart’s arm go across his hips, holding him in place. “Mmmhmmh.” Heart instructed, his mouth full of cock. Clar loved the feeling of Heart’s strong arm holding him down. The weight of it, the corded muscles in Heart’s forearm, the paleness of Heart’s skin.

Clar reached out, running his fingers along Heart’s arm as Heart continued to slowly take Clar deeper. He could feel both Heart’s constricting throat as well as Heart’s mischievous tongue that rubbed and curled and licked at his shaft.

Suddenly, Heart’s gold gaze flicked up to him, and he smiled around his shaft. Before Clar could prepare himself, Heart leaned down, taking every inch of Clar into his mouth, his nose brushing against Clar’s stomach. The suddenness of the action, as well as the impossible tightness make Clar cry out, his nails digging into Heart’s forearm, his hand tightening on Heart’s.

Heart really started picking up the pace, sucking, licking, slamming Clar’s cock deep into his throat. Clar closed his eyes, despite wanting to watch Heart take him in. But he could barely breath, his skin was flinching and tingling, his whole body tightening in anticipation. He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. He desperately wanted to sink his teeth into Heart’s skin as well, but he never wanted Heart to stop what he was doing.

Heart took him all the way in, and then he swallowed, squeezing Clar’s shaft so tightly that he saw stars, and without warning, he cried out, feeling cum pumping out of his. He tried to pull away from Heart, but Heart’s forearm clamped down on him tighter, swallowing, and milking Clar’s orgasm to the very last drop.

As he slowly came down from his high, he opened his eyes, and saw Heart looking at him with overwhelming fondness, his arms crossed over his hips, his chin on his hands. Cum and saliva dripping down his chin. His hair was sweaty and a tangled mess. His skin was flushed and sweaty, his gaze glazed with pleasure and lust. He was the most beautiful thing Clar had ever seen in his life.

He reached out, caressing Heart’s hair, smoothing it. He returned Heart’s smile, then rubbed his thumb along Heart’s chin. Curious, he brought his thumb to his lips, sucking it clean. It didn’t taste good, but he loved the way Heart’s eyes widened in shock and his gaze instantly became gold again.

Heart settled his briefs back in place, and slid up Clar’s body, straddling him carefully. He was above Clar now, and he leaned down to kiss him softly, gently. Clar kissed him back, and realized that cum tasted best with a kiss. He greedily sucked on Heart’s tongue, while Heart grasped his hair in a tight grasp. He wrapped his arms around Heart’s waist as they kissed. As he pulled Heart closer, he felt both Heart’s erection and damp spot on his stomach. But, what? It felt like Heart was damp all over?

He pulled away, looking down at Heart, who was still in his sweats. But the front and back of his sweats were clearly damp. He looked up, and saw Heart was pale, his body slightly stiffer.

He gave Clar a casual smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I came in my pants,” he said, smiling, rubbing the back of his neck.

Clar was momentarily distracted by how hot that was, that Heart would orgasm from giving Clar pleasure. But that didn’t really explain why Heart was suddenly more stiff in his embrace. Or why he still had a raging erection.

Clar looked down at Heart’s bulge, then back at Heart. “Really?” He teased, carefully reaching down, rubbing a finger along Heart’s clothed shaft.

Heart threw his head back, moaning as his hands gripped Clar’s shoulders. He laughed softly, the sound reaching in and tugging at Clar’s heart and sending all the pool back to his still sensitive cock. “You’re not one to talk,” Heart teased, glancing down at where Clar was already starting to grow hard again.

Clar laughed a little and let it drop. He had just had the first and best blowjob of his life, and his partner was telling him that he’d cum in his pants from giving it. So what that Heart was a little stiff, and little awkward? He was feeling a little awkward underneath the afterglow of a great orgasm. Sex was awkward. That’s just how it was.

He shifted Heart to his side, cuddling him to his side. He dropped kisses along Heart’s neck and shoulder, making his lover laugh. He pressed his nose to Heart’s Scent Gland, inhaling it. Heart’s scent was warm, sweet, and spicy. It also had the subtle scent of arousal and pleasure and Clar wanted to live in that scent.

“Hey, Clar, can I use your bathroom?” Heart said, kissing along Clar’s ear as he wrapped his arms around him.

“Sure. You can grab new clothes from my room. Top drawer.” Clar replied, nuzzling Heart’s shoulder.

“Okay, lover. Be back soon.” Heart leaned in, giving Clar a deep kiss that made Clar feel hot all over.

He got up, walking quickly. Clar sighed, leaning back into the couch. Surprisingly, the movie was still playing. He watched the screen, not really paying attention. His lips twitched as he fought a silly smile. He stretched, his body feeling pleasantly used. He really liked that. And he liked how much Heart enjoyed giving it. What would it be like to give one to Heart?

In the bathroom, Heart gripped the counter, his body shaking. He had not anticipated how strong his reaction to Clar would be. Plug be damned, his legs were coated in Slick. Thank God he had taken Scent Blockers or Clar would have known in an instant that his pants were not wet from just cum. He hadn’t been completely lying when he’d said that bringing Clar to orgasm had pushed him over the edge, though. The man’s moans were just too sexy.

He leaned down, running his fingers through his Slick. He looked at the fluid, bringing it to his tongue. There was certainly a reason Slick was coveted. Shit’s delicious.

Sighing, Heart turned on the shower. He was not going to get this all off with paper towels alone, and he didn’t want to leave Slick damp paper towels in Clar’s bathroom.

As he scrubbed off the sweat and Slick, he thought back to Clar’s face. God the man was beautiful. He had been surprisingly shy. Had no one done this for him before? Shame on them, but Heart did like the idea that only he knew Clar’s taste.

Turning off the water, he grabbed a towel. He exhaled, gingerly easing the plug back in. He dried himself off, thinking hard. He had thought he could get away with hiding his status from Clar, but it was looking like it would be pretty difficult. Could he trust Clar? What if Clar hated him for lying? What if Clar told everyone?

He didn’t think Clar would be that petty and vindictive, but he was scared. Heart looked in the mirror, pressing a hand to his stomach, trying to calm the nausea. Images from his past appeared as he blinked, staring at himself in the buttery bathroom lights.

He shook his head, clearing away the thoughts. He didn’t have to decide today. Or tomorrow. He could just go with the flow and do what feels right.