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His breath caught in his chest; so this was it. Angel was teasing him, forcing him to say his desires aloud. He had only seen play this advanced on Pornhub before. And XHamster. And YouPorn.

"I want you to suck it," he said, catching himself quickly adding, "please.

"The girls I did this with before were too scared to put it in, but they sucked me off a little, so I know I like it."

That was definitely, 100% absolutely not what Angel was doing.

He looked down at Cash's cock and then back at Cash and then back at his cock.

"...are you sure?" he asked, trying not to make a sour expression and likely failing.

He nodded eagerly. "Not to be too bold...I accept my punishment if I am."

Yeah, that sounded like good dialogue from one of the videos he liked. He found it hard to sit still, he was so excited.

"Uh, no, it's...fine..." he said.

He had never really thought his lack of a gag reflex would come in handy in this way, but here he was.

He leaned down and experimentally ran his tongue over the very tip of Cash's cock.

He let out a long, pleased sigh.

"More, please An--what do you want me to call you? Is Angel oKay? Master, maybe?"

"Uh, Angel is...fine," he mumbled, way too embarrassed to have him call him anything else. As if this wasn't embarrassing enough.

He leaned back down and shimmied until he was comfortable and ran his tongue over him again, a bit more confidently this time around.

He instinctively reached for Angel's hair, tangling his fingers in it. It only occurred to him afterward how dominant and naughty that might be perceived, but the thought of punishment was also exciting.

Angel flinched when he felt Cash's hands at his hair. But he reminds himself there's a reason for all this; it will be worth it. He takes more of Cash into his mouth. It wasn't so bad, but maybe not his favorite thing. He glanced up at Cash, hoping he was enjoying this enough that he would be done soon.

Feeling emboldened by his success, he gently pushed Angel's head downward, fitting more of himself into his mouth.

"Do you do this a lot?" he asked without thinking about his partner's current position.

More of Cash's dick in his mouth is not exactly comfortable, but it isn't entirely awful, either. He's worried he might get used to this if it's how these sessions inevitably turn out.

As a response to Cash's ill timed question he gives him a thumbs down. Maybe it was dangerous to expose himself this way, but he's sure his inexperience is obvious.

He chuckled awkwardly between shallow breaths. "Makes sense...you're probably always on top, huh? Guess I'm lucky."

He began to move his hips, thrusting slightly in and out of Angel's mouth. Moving in such a slow, controlled manner was almost painful, but he didn't mind. He looked forward to the idea of any discomfort that came from sleeping with Angel.

Angel laps at Cash's dick, moving his head in time with the other man's slow, steady thrusts. He's eager to get this over with but Cash seems just as eager to drag this out.

Maybe if he was lucky Cash would assume he's a top and from now on this qould only ever happen the other way around.

It wasn't long before he came with a shudder that passed through his whole body--his hand clenched tightly around Angel's hair as he finished, letting out a long, pleasured, sigh.

"...What next?" he asked after a moment of silence, that same goofy smile still plastered on his face.

Angel swallowed but more out of a reaction than anything else and he groaned, disliking the entire scenario way too much.

He pulled away and ran his fingers through his hair to fix where Cash had tangled it.

"I...don't know," he admitted, still disliking the taste of his mouth.

"Is there anything you want me to do for you? You're being so gentle...I can handle anything you can throw at me, I swear." He stroked Angel's cheek with his massive hand.

Angel felt his face flush at Cash's hand on his cheek. He suddenly felt very, very small in comparison.

"I just, uh...wasn't prepared for all of this, today," he said quickly. "So, uh...I'm not sure what to do."

He blushed, growing shyer. "Is it because I'm not your type? I'm sorry if it's a little weird...I bet you don't usually go for big dudes like me, right?"

"Uhh, I mean..." he looked away, trying to fabricate some sort of lie. "Y...yeah, I mean, usually I only do this sort of thing with busty goth chicks."

He smiled, as genuinely as he could but it just turned out sheepish.

"...Did you like it, though?" he asked, still smiling. "I did. I really, really did."

"U...uh yeah," he said, looking down at his bag. "C...can I use your bathroom?"

He fidgeted in his seat, hoping to look up some shit on his phone as quickly as possible in order to come up with some sort of plan of action. Like it or not, this was happening and much sooner than he had hoped.

He nodded, frowning. "Yeah, down the hall and to the left." He adjusted his trunks, pulling them over his flaccid cock; now that the sex was on hold, he just felt kind of damp and exposed.

Angel fleed from the room and, after briefly getting lost even with directions because Angel's house is huge, he eventually hides out in the bathroom.

He really hoped his parents didn't monitor his phone internet usage like they promised they did.

Ten minutes later and he really, really hoped that his parents didn't check his phone.

But he could do this. Probably. He wasn't really a confident person but he had to do this, right? Too late to back out now, and besides, humiliating Cash would be worth it.

He could do this.

Angel slinked back into Cash's room, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

Then he turned to Cash.

"Uh," he said, and he mentally kicked himself for it. "...what's your safeword?"

He stared at Angel, completely stunned. He mentally kicked himself--how could he have forgotten about something so important?!

"Uhhh...shit. What about, um, what about..." He racked his brain for a minute. It was so hard to think of words he didn't normally use.

"Uhh. Tapioca. I don't like tapioca pudding, it tastes fucking weird."

Angel wrinkled his nose.

"Agreed," he said. "I guess tapioca works well enough."

He clicked his tongue. He could do this, he could do this. He had to do this.

"Okay," he said, in his most stern voice. "Then lay on the bed."

"Underwear on or off?" he asked, already obeying Angel's command. He flopped down on his stomach, looking up at him expectantly. It might have been cute in a less bizarre situation.