Feeling the intensity of what was happening and the sweet noises he’d only imagine a thousand time in his mind coming from the bassist, MINT didn’t want to miss a moment. Keeping his eyes on the other the designer continued to bob his head, taking him further to the hilt while taking care of his own throbbing pain. Being lost in such pleasure Jun had only realised MINT’s eyes were not wavering from staring at him, raping him with his gaze. Strangely the bassist didn’t find this in any way creepy, instead rather alluring. Biting his lips Jun push MINT further down, completely to the hilt.
“Aaahhh” Jun’s head flinched back between his shoulder, gripping even harder into MINT’s black thin hair. Trying to reframe from choking due to Jun’s needy hand pushing him down his sharft, MINT adjusted the muscles in his throat making it more comfortable to have Jun fully in his mouth. Humming hard around the bassist cock Jun was send bucking, thrusting his hips up into the designers mouth, almost gagging the other. “sh… SHIT” Jun’s moaned out, almost yelling his words. MINT let the bassist cock almost slip from his mouth before taking him back in to the hilt.
“Fu…this….too… gooo” moaning even more not being able to contain the over powering pleasurable expressing words he spoke, or struggles to speak. Jun looked down making contact with the designer who’s eyes had never left him. MINT pulled away, this time circling the tip of his tongue around Jun’s head before dipping it into Jun’s slit.
Jun grabbed onto MINT’s shoulders, pulling him up to kiss him deeply, he didn’t want to cum yet and if the designer kept that up he wasn’t going to last long. “Lie back.” He whispered, getting up on his knees to make room for his friend to lie down in the center of the tiny bed. Jun kissed down his neck, he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. Touching him felt so foreign and he lied beside him with one leg over his own so his knee rubbed against MINT’s cock trapped in his boxers. “Mm, Jun.” MINT whimpered closing his eyes, feeling Jun’s smooth fingers playing with the waistband before slipping them down to release his hard on to the stuffy air of the apartment. “I don’t want to stop.” Jun said as his conscious screamed to take his hand away. He had Kenji at home waiting for him yet he was lying on MINT’s bed as they practically dry humped each other. “Please don’t. We don’t have to fuck, just don’t stop.” MINT felt a bit of guilt for putting Jun in this situation but he couldn’t sleep soundly after what he had just done as if nothing had happened. Jun nodded in understanding and continued to press himself against his thin friend, his length trapped between them with his knee still put pressure on MINT’s exposed cock. Looking down Jun traced small patterns over MINT’s torso, watching as he tensed and his cock twitched as it sat against his lower stomach. Gently he ran his fingers down MINT’s hard on before taking him in his hand and stroking slowly. Hearing MINT’s sudden gasp had Jun’s heart racing as he roughly kissed his friend’s neck, feeling his adams apple move as the designer tried to swallow but unable from his throat being so dry.