Lazy Valentines (Lazy Days)

forth, Scott's lips shaping and outlining Devon's cock perfectly. He looked up into Devon's eyes, his own dark and determined with lust but silently questioning. He pressed the heel of one hand over Devon's clothed dick, the pressure and heat sending a pulsing wave straight through it and into Devon's balls. There was no way in hell Devon would have even considered stopping him.
    After the slight nod of Devon's head, Scott dipped his lowered his mouth again and resumed his teasing. Moisture seeped through the denim, some from Scott and some from Devon, and Devon dick's strained even more against the rough jeans. Scott concentrated on the hardened head, tongue rubbing in circles, teeth scraping lightly against the fabric before he managed to suck the tip into his mouth. Devon was so goddamn teed-up, he was sure he'd internally combust right on the spot.
    "Jesus, Scott… don't do… oh fuck… I'm gonna…"
    Devon's eyes rolled back and a gasp slipped long and low from his mouth. A shudder started at the base of his spine and spread quickly, threading out into every nerve in his body, tickling, zapping, electrifying. Orgasm ripped hard and fast through him, the confinement of his dick seemingly having no effect on the explosion of cum that drenched the inside of his jeans. He tightened his grip on Scott's hair and pulled Scott in closer to his groin, trying like hell not to buck too hard against Scott's face.
    Scott continued to suck and mouth at Devon's pulsing arousal, his lips working harder and faster to grind against Devon's crotch, his own need apparent and lusty against Devon's body. He dug the fingers of one hand into Devon's ass and rocked him in jerky movements back and forth against his mouth while Devon rode out his climax.
    "Jesus, Scott," Devon hissed when he found his breath again . "This was supposed to be your day…"
    "I don't… don't need a day…" Scott's voice was as breathless as Devon felt, his breath hissing through his teeth in between words as he fought to refill his lungs. "And it's not my birthday anyhow."
    His forehead was leaned against Devon's thigh, the warmth of his rapid exhales scorching through the drenched fabric. He moved his head, palming across the widening spot on Devon's denim before licking his hand and rising to his full height again. He kissed Devon slow and sloppy. "When was the last time you came in your pants, Mr. Rockstar?"
    Devon shook his head, pulling Scott close, hugging him tight and hard against him while the tiny aftershocks zipped through his body. "This is one of those times you'll be bragging about later on, right? Remember the time I made you come in your jeans like you were a horned-out teenager looking for his first lay."
    "First of all, I would never say that, at least not in those exact words or that girly tone." Scott's lips vibrated against Devon's neck, sending those same tremors straight to his softening-but-still-interested dick. Jesus Christ when did I become that horned-out teenager again?
    "And second of all?" Devon said, nuzzling his nose against Scott's neck. He inhaled Scott's scent, considering some way to bottle it for times when they weren't together. Damn, he was acting like a teenager with a virgin hard-on and a crush the size of Texas . "I know you have some sort of list in your head so just let me have it."
    Scott chuckled and managed to free himself from Devon's grip. The smug grin on his face told Devon everything he needed to know; his ill-timed coming would definitely be brought up again at a most inopportune time.
    "Second… I can't believe I just made you come in your pants. I didn't even get to touch any skin which is truly sad."
    "Goes on your list of firsts, does it?"
    "At the top of the list. Not since you were a teenager? Really?"
    "Yep. Always managed to at least get my pants off first."
    "Even with all those sex groupies hanging off you?"
    "Already told you, I never did groupies. Although I might have if they had signs or T-shrits that actually said sex groupie ."
    Scott's shoved at Devon's shoulder but his smile felt like heaven inside Devon's heart. "Well, howdy-do. I have felled the great rockstar, Devastation, from his top ranking sexual prowess position."
    "Anyone ever tell you you're crazy as a fucking loon?"
    "All the time… but mostly you. It's why you love me, right?" Devon bit his lip so he didn't reply right away, forcing himself to enjoy the return of blush to Scott's face. "I didn't mean to say that…"
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