Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

head, going lower and lower, taking all in, until his lips closed around the base and squeezed the holy life out of Jared.
    Jared was sure he said something, or at least babbled some words that were meant to be understood, but he couldn't even make sense of them himself. His eyes rolled in his head, arms pulled against the ropes and his whole body jerked up from the bed. Dear god… how the hell did Casey manage to breathe while doing that? No gasps for air, no dives to the surface. Just a mouth full of hard flesh and a suction lasting forever, almost hurting but in a good way and Jared had to concentrate to be able to take a shaky breath. More, more and more, he wanted more. And still he wanted Casey to stop, because he might just die now that he was tied down and unable to move on like he wanted to.
    "Case." Just a strangled moan, nothing more. And it had no impact on the man between his legs. It was as if Casey hadn't heard anything, pushing his other hand around Jared's balls, rubbing and stretching, pushing and pressing, turning Jared into a shivering pile of meat. He could only look at what was happening to him, at what Casey was so perfectly accomplishing.
    Ask nicely.
    All Jared managed to do was spat out one word, a blurry stutter really, but Casey heard it, picking himself up a little before lowering his head, slowly, so agonizingly slow his movements were almost still.
    Deeper.
    Jared felt his cock reach the back of Casey's throat, that mouth still somehow managing to suck, and there wasn't even a hint of choking or coughing. Just one movement back up, just as slow, before Casey sucked him in again, turning Jared in to a beloved slave without a chance of ever returning to his normal self. Nope, no way back. And the longer Casey kept at it, still deliberately teasing and straining, Jared forgot all about freedom and free will. His reality existed only in that bed, only in that mouth around him, only in that man against him. Everything else was gone and forgotten.
    The tingling underneath Jared's shaft was turning from pleasantly warm to painfully sharp, a little shock of pleasure shooting up against his cock, and Jared had to force himself not to push inside Casey's mouth. Not his job to do, not this time. But he still had his eyes directed lower, into the view created by a lean body and toffee-brown hair and bright eyes still looking up at him, and what he saw made the shocks tingle a little faster.
    "Case… almost– oh hell – make me come," Jared gasped. Yes, almost pleading, but he couldn't have cared less. He could come like this, and Casey could drag it on till forever but Jared really, really needed to come now , afraid his cock might explode and break into pieces. And he saw a quick flash of a smile in Casey's opened lips, before the man between his legs propped himself up against his elbows and literally forced Jared deeper. There was this little thing Casey sometimes did with his tongue while taking all of Jared in, the length and the balls, and that little thing drove Jared insane. Tickling, licking, rubbing the skin beneath his testicles, and how the hell Casey was able to do this while having his mouth stuffed, Jared had no idea. But he didn't care, because as soon as Casey did, Jared felt the tension release and he spilled straight into Casey's throat. His back arched as high as it could, arms pulling though there was no way for him to get out of the ropes around his wrists. Fingers curled into fists, mouth open and eyes shut. Moaning, whimpering, coming and still coming, and he was sure Casey would just suck him dry, take every single drop of liquid in his body. So good. So incredibly good and perfect and once-in-a-lifetime kind of pleasure Jared just couldn't get enough of.
    He was still moaning when Casey pulled back, slowly licking the surface of Jared's tender flesh before pushing himself up and back on top of Jared. Sliding higher and higher, skin on skin, until they were faced to face and Jared smelled his own sperm on Casey's breath, salty and twisted, before Casey kissed him. Another one of those slow, devouring kisses Casey loved so much and Jared had learned to master, since he really was helplessly in need of pleasing his man.
    "Just to make sure…" Jared muttered when Casey pulled back, eyes still shut but his mind slowly coming to. "Was that my birthday present for you, or your early birthday present for me?"
    "You get to pick," Casey replied. He lay on top of Jared and Jared