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No. 71742
>>71562
Who drew these? Also short stroy time. Yay~
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Jonesy's writhing and sharp gasps were almost embarrassing, and he found himself clutching his bed sheets often. But he couldn't help it when that damn tongue was working him up so well. The tongue was teasing, giving tentative licks here and there, and running itself up and down Jonesy's shaft, occasionally stopping at the tip and delving ever so slightly into the tiny slit of the head. Jonesy gazed up at a crack in the ceiling, willing himself not to thrust into the hot, wet mouth of the blonde between his legs; willed himself not to simply force said blondes head down.
"Jesus Christ, Jude, just suck it already!" he cried.
"These things take time, dude," was the reply he got.
"Not if I can help it," Jonesy grunted, yanking Jude's hair harshly, about to do the same thing he willed himself not to.
"Hey, hey, cut it out, I'll do it! Sheesh," Jude complained, fixing his hair and tossing it out of his eyes, only to have it fall back again without his beanie to keep it in place.
"Good."
Jude smirked and gave Jonesy's cock one final, agonizingly long lick before wetting his lips and wrapping them around it. He didn't play so slowly when he finally started sucking, and it seemed every drop of precum was licked up by his swirling tongue. Jonesy arched upwards, eyes clenched shut, into the warm cavern of Jude's mouth, growling lowly in the back of his throat when Jude's teeth grazed his tender skin.
"Sorry, dude," Jude mumbled around Jonesy's throbbing cock, and the vibrations had Jonesy aching with the need for release.
When Jonesy opened his eyes and looked down at Jude; who was concentrating on the task laid before him, trembling hands reaching up to cup Jonesy's testicles, it almost sent him over the edge. But when everything came down to it, it was when those blue eyes looked back at him that had him shouting.
"Fuck, Jude, I'm-" And then, with a force that had Jude gagging, he simply exploded, still spurting even when Jude had swallowed what he could and pulled his mouth off of Jonesy with a wet pop.
At last, when nothing but tiny droplets of semen oozed from the tip of Jonesy's drooping manhood, Jude spoke up.
"Thanks, dude," he said and poked his tongue out to lap away a trail of cum that was rolling down his lips, "Really liked this face of mine before it was covered like this."
Jonesy grinned. "It suits you."
"Shut up, dude."
And with that, Jonesy woke up. His cock ached tremendously, and he could feel a wetness seeping through his boxers. He groaned and turned away from the wall; ready to get up and take care of himself, when he saw Jude sprawled out on the floor in his boxers, drooling on himself and snoring lightly. That's right, he remembered, Jude spent the night.
"Yeah, there's no way he could've given a blow job like that in real life," Jonesy scoffed, shuffling out of his bed and towards the bathroom with one last look at Jude, innocent as ever. "No way at all."
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