A glance up the bed told him that although Nathaniel had appeared very laid back, almost cocky, when Isaac had said he was going for “a closer look”, now his hands were no longer behind his head—they were gripping the duvet. His expression was priceless—Isaac hadn’t even really gotten going yet and Nathaniel’s jaw was slack, his eyes glazed over. Huh. Maybe it had been a while for him too.

He felt the other man’s entire body tense up as he swallowed as much of his cock as possible, then began sucking in earnest, making sure he allowed plenty of saliva to lubricate proceedings. The wetter the better, in his opinion.

Placing his hands on the insides of Nathaniel’s thighs, he pushed them as far apart as they would go, then trailed one hand down to play with the other man’s balls. They were shaven completely smooth, and he gently rolled and tugged at the sac, figuring out what really got Nathaniel going. Everything, it seemed. Every touch elicited another moan from those sinful lips, another blasphemy. He was so hot, so responsive, that Isaac felt just as horny from doing the pleasuring as he would have from being pleasured.

Bobbing his head up and down faster on Nathaniel’s cock, he took advantage of the saliva that had dribbled down into the other man’s crack and slicked it across his perineum, smiling around his shaft as it jerked deeper into his mouth. Then he ventured farther back, seeking the crinkled skin that was Nathaniel’s arsehole. Once he got there, he circled it with his finger, over and over, both stimulating and lubricating the area. Creeping his finger forward again, he gathered more wetness and repeated his action, only this time, when he felt the other man was ready, he pushed the very tip of his finger inside the tight hole.

Crawling down the bed, Isaac settled between Nathaniel’s thighs, having another long, lingering look at the beautiful man in front of him. Then he reached out a tentative hand and grasped Nathaniel’s cock, which was long and thick but in perfect proportion with the rest of him and surrounded by closely trimmed pubic hair. It was then he noticed something which made him stop dead.

“Fuuuck!” he said, leaning in to get a closer look. “You’re pierced.”

Nathaniel’s grin was wide, wicked. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?”

“Christ, no. I’ve never seen one in real life before. It’s fucking hot.” With his free hand he reached for his own cock, giving it a couple of pumps just to relieve a little pressure. Then, having gazed at the silver bar that decorated the tip of Nathaniel’s dick for long enough, he lowered his head to see how it tasted.

Sticking out his tongue, he ran it over the metal, surprised that it was warm. Not as warm as Nathaniel’s skin, but not cold as he’d expected. A thrill ran through him as he realized that not only was he about to suck the cock of the most gorgeous man he’d ever met, but that he was experiencing something totally new—a rarity in someone his age. The slight taste of the metal was quickly overshadowed by the slick of precum that hit his taste buds, then the musk of Nathaniel’s skin. The combination made his mouth water and he immediately sank farther down the other man’s shaft, closing his lips around it, ready to create some suction.