Page 22 of The Perfect Ingredient
My fingers wrap around the base of his cock, and he jolts—hips bucking forward instinctively, a strangled little sound coming from his throat.
Hessou hums behind me, and I feel his fingers touching my hair. “Don’t break him too fast,mon amour. You’ll ruin him for the rest.”
“I’ll ruin him slowly,” I mutter, licking the bead off the tip. “Like areduction.”
I flick my tongue under the head of his cock and he jolts, gasping, thighs tightening. The taste blooms instantly, and I moan, mouth stretching greedily around him, sucking just the head, letting it sit heavy on my tongue.
“Oh ah…” Jean whimpers, hips twitching.“Dieu—”
“You see?” I murmur, pulling off and swallowing the salty pre-cum that had already gathered on my tongue. The second my mouth leaves him, a fresh bead wells up and spills over. “His yield is indecent.”
“I wonder how much you’ll be able to collect.”
“Bring me an empty bowl. A small one,” I say when I realize Hessou is right, I’m not here to just drink, I’m here to collect his essence and create art with it.
“Let me smell him,” Hessou says, stepping forward with a ceramic bowl in hand. He passes it to me and goes straight for Jean’s throat.
His hands slide up Jean’s chest, one palm flat against the center, the other curling gently around the nape of his neck. Jean stiffens at first, but then Hessou leans in and inhales just under his jaw, slow and thoughtful.
“Hmmm…You would blend beautifully with oakmoss and citrus. Very bright. Very tempting. You smellwearable.”
Jean shivers, breath catching.
I look up, lips still wrapped around Jean’s cock. Hessou moves lower, nuzzling the damp skin of Jean’s chest, then licking just under one nipple. His hands dip beneath Jean’s armsto raise it. He leans in, nose brushing the armpit, and inhales again.
He pulls back and murmurs against Jean’s ear, “I want to use you. Distill you. Let Louis devour you while Iwearyou.”
Jean’s cock kicks in my mouth so hard I choke, letting out a moan, full of panic and arousal. His whole body is shaking now.
The taste floods again, and I groan around it, addicted to the heavy weight on my tongue.
“You like that?” I ask, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I lift for a breath.
“I d-don’t know,” he stammers, eyes darting between us, his cock twitching against my cheek. “No one’s ever—”
“You’re being studied,mon cœur,” Hessou purrs, licking lightly at Jean’s hairy arm pit. “I could bottle you. Sell your lust.”
I grin, hand stroking slow up Jean’s shaft. “He’s not for sale.”
“You and I both know he will be… in a way.”
I smile and go back to sucking. He’s right. Jean will soon be in everyone’s mouth and everyone’s skin, tasting him, smelling like him and eternizing this boy made of sun.
Hessou kneels behind him, dragging Jean’s pants and underthings down to his knees in one rough motion.
Jean gasps, stumbling forward a little—which drives his cock even deeper into my throat. I groan around it.
Hessou spreads him open.
Both of Hessou’s hands grip Jean’s hips, thumbs surely digging into the soft swell of his ass. He makes an appreciative sound right before burying his face between Jean’s cheeks. I hear the soft sound of Hessou breathing him in, and Jean moans out loud, spine arching. I can feel his balls tighten against my chin.
Jean is drenched. The skin between his legs is flushed, hot and sticky with sweat, hypersensitive to every touch. Hessou palms both heavy balls in one elegant hand and pulls them, nosing underneath. His mouth is there, I can hear—licking, sucking,devouring—and Jean is shaking, his whole body trembling.
I draw back slightly, dragging my swollen lips off his length.
He looks wrecked already.
His hair is damp at the temples, eyes unfocused, lips parted in a dazed expression like he’s not fully here anymore. His cock twitches in the air in front of me—fat and angry red, still dripping thick ropes of slick that slide down the shaft and fall on the floor between my knees.
