Sex in C Major
Chapter 45

"I saw that."

Stefan flushed. "Sorry."

"You going to do something about it?"

Stefan hesitated, then slowly slid a hand over Daz's arm and onto his chest. The muscle wasn't as hard as he'd expected. The rise and fall of his ribs was hypnotic. The thump of his heart, hidden away, was powerful against Stefan's fingers.

Slowly, Stefan pushed himself up onto his elbow for a better look, and began to explore. Daz was covered in fine, dark hair, and Stefan brushed his fingers through its surprising softness. His stomach was relaxed, yet the abs still lingered. His shoulders were more powerful than Stefan had realised-but when he moved his hand higher, to touch at jaw and lips, Daz's eyebrow rose in a sardonic fashion.

"Wrong direction," he said.

Stefan licked his lips-then leaned over and kissed him.

It was soft and gentle. Daz's lips were smooth, and he tasted sleepy and stale. But Daz didn't move to seize Stefan's head, or plunder his mouth. He simply pressed back, chaste and calm, then pulled away and regarded Stefan with those cool blue eyes.

"Wrong," he repeated. "Direction."

Stefan swallowed, and kissed his jaw. Then his neck. Then his chest. Daz simply lay there, reclined and superior, like like the master waiting for his slave to do his job.

The thought made Stefan suddenly feel overly warm. For a brief moment, he hesitated then slid his hand below the sheets, and found Daz's cock, half-hard in the darkness. He squeezed it gently, feeling it swell in his palm, and suddenly, fiercely, wanted it in him.

Only when he shifted to throw his leg over Daz's hip was he stopped by a hand in his hair, and the other catching his knee and pushing it back.

"You've not earned that yet."

"But-"

Daz's eyes narrowed, and Stefan dropped his gaze.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Better. If you want it in you, you can put your mouth on it."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Make sure you don't ruin the sheets."

Stefan swallowed. "Yes, Sir."

He wasn't permitted to pull the sheets down-rather, he sank under them, kissing his way down his master's supine form until the darkness and the heat closed over his head, and he could rub his cheek against the long shaft that awaited. It was already leaking, and Stefan suddenly found he could take his time. Every other blowjob, Daz had been above him and thrusting. Now, he was below and still.

So Stefan took his time. He kissed the shaft and explored the soft weight of Daz's balls in both hands, before lapping in small strokes with his tongue against them, against Daz's inner thighs, and then finally against the shaft again, licking to the head in small, almost teasing motions. The head was leaking, and Stefan swiped a bead away with his fingers before going down on it, rubbing at the ridge with his tongue. He was getting used to the taste. The angle was more comfortable from here, and he braced both hands on Daz's hips and sank down, taking it in slow, tiny increments, balancing the bulk on his tongue and opening his throat wide.

His nose touched the hot skin of Daz's body, and Stefan breathed.

It was a thin breath. He could feel it skirt around the head. If he swallowed, he'd choke. If he lost concentration even for a moment, he'd cough. Maybe even bite.

And yet-

There was something so utterly serene about this, too. He focused so hard on the smoothness, as he began to slowly bob his head, that he could think of nothing else. Simply taking that cock as deep as possible, and then slowly lifting off again. And again. And again.

He began to alternate, between deep-throating it and suckling on the head like it was a treat. Daz was uncut, and Stefan probed at the foreskin with his tongue, pressing the tip to it in gentle prods before sucking on the head entirely and feeling Daz twitch in his hand. He stayed there for a while, exploring, before sinking down again until his throat was filled and his hands were cupping warm, tightening balls.

Then, experimentally, he rolled his throat against the head.

It was a half-swallow, hitching his throat simply a little higher to bump at the head of Daz's dick-but the groan that resulted made the whole bed shiver. Stefan carefully squeezed the captured balls, and did it again. And again. And-

The duvet flattened. A hand shoved down on his head. The balls tightened in his grip-and then he was coughing, a stinging heat in his face and nose, and cum was spilling from his face onto Daz's dick and belly.

"Clean it."

Stefan coughed, wiping blindly at his face, but was pushed down again. So he began to lick, unable to see where he was needed, at hot skin and wiry hair. He took each ball in his mouth and lapped at them clumsily, cleaned the softened shaft and felt the interest that would rouse it again soon, and then began, slow and unsure, to lick his way back up the bed.