Page 72 of Tumbling Hearts

That’s all Gene needs. He opens his mouth, biting down harder onto the crook of Ray’s neck. His singer moans in such a beautiful voice, holding onto him tight, cock twitching against Gene’s. That gets Gene to move his hips again.

“Oh yeah, ah…” Ray breathes.

Gene sucks on the skin, surely to leave a mark. He doesn’t even care. Maybe he is feeling tipsy, high, whatever—Ray isn’t pushing him away. Ray holds him close, planting his feet on the bed, thrusting upwards to keep the delightful friction going.

Finally letting go, Gene lifts himself up, saliva trailing from his tongue. Ray’s skin is red and swollen—he’s never done this to him, but seeing it there, that mark, makes the fire within burn hotter. I’ve claimed him.

“I already know that’s gonna bruise,” Ray says with a chuckle, making eye contact with Gene.

“You’ve got make-up. Or a scarf. You’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Come here, darling.”

Ray tugs on him again, their lips crashing together. As much as he loves to kiss, it’s a little restraining staying up here like this when he wants to do more. An idea sparks—if Ray doesn’t want to get cum on the lingerie… why not have Gene drink it all up?

Gene moves lower, peppering kisses down Ray’s neck, then over his chest wrapped in the bra, then down his abdomen. When he reaches Ray’s cock, he avoids it temporarily, moving down further to kiss the inside of Ray’s thigh, the supple skin decorated by the lace hem of the stocking. Ray giggles; the area must be ticklish. Gene gets a kick out of that, kissing his inner thigh again and again.

“Gene!” Ray laughs, grabbing him by the hair, holding him between his legs. “Don’t be so light.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind it if I was rougher?”

“Well, sure. Then it wouldn’t tickle as much.”

“Alright.” Gene does as promised, biting down on Ray’s thigh instead. Ray jolts, but settles into the sheets nicely as Gene continues, sucking on his flesh.

After surely another mark is made, Gene lets go. It’s like I’m claiming him from top to bottom. He adjusts his position, getting comfortable on the bed, and he grabs Ray’s cock, stroking it leisurely as he gives the head a kiss. “You won’t get your lingerie messy if I swallow everything.”

“That’s true,” Ray says, hand still in Gene’s hair. “Please, darling.”

“Love it when you call me that.” Gene gives Ray’s cock another kiss.

He moves his hand further down, cupping Ray’s full balls. It’s surprising that with their rather large size, he was able to fit them into the panties. At least now they’re free, and Gene can fondle them as much as he pleases. He keeps doing so, as he licks Ray’s shaft up and down, then up again, circling around the head, tasting a little salty.

Ray moans—making Gene’s own cock twitch against the sheets. He can’t get enough of his singer’s voice, wanting to draw out the sound even more. Moving his hand again to hold the base of Ray’s cock in place, Gene opens his mouth wider, swallowing down Ray’s length. He’s gotten pretty good with his gag reflex, practicing on Ray in the dressing rooms. Controlling that makes it all the more easy to pleasure him. Gene bobs his head, licking all around, eliciting another moan from Ray.

It’s like second nature to Gene, caring for Ray like this. All he wants is to make him feel good. Gene worships him, moving his tongue, stroking with his hand every now and then to get the entire length. He’s got a wonderful angle, too, seeing his best friend decorated in red lace. Ray claws into his hair as he works his mouth, Ray’s breaths becoming heavier as he keeps it up, over and over, coating his cock with saliva, sucking on it. I know he’s close. He won’t stop until Ray is satisfied. So Gene takes him in deeper, then rises, then plunges deeper again…

“Gene, ah…”

Ray’s cock shudders, shooting his release into Gene’s mouth. He takes it all gladly—each spurt he sucks in, swallowing it down, savoring the salty taste. Ray cards his fingers through Gene’s hair and massages his scalp as he holds him in place.

Once the last drop is gone, Gene lifts his head. Ray’s face is so gorgeous, cheeks all red, mouth open and panting. Gene did this to him. He turned Ray into a blissed-out, sexy mess. Not just that, but a mess dressed up all pretty in lace. Gene’s heart beats faster, cock throbbing at the sight.

“Ray, baby,” he says as he sits up.

“Gene…” Ray licks his lips. “My god, you’re always so amazing.”

Gene smiles at that. “Not as amazing as you.”

“You flatter me.” Ray chuckles. “Come here. I gotta help you finish.”

“How so?” he asks as he crawls over Ray.

“Hmmm…” Ray playfully puts a finger on his chin. “Lie back against the headboard. That way you can still see me and my outfit as I go down on you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Gene does as asked, and Ray adjusts positions, stumbling a little as he crawls around the bed. It’s only fair—Gene knows he just gave him a wonderful orgasm. It makes him proud, and eager to have Ray return the favor, as he gets low on the bed between Gene’s legs.