Even knowing he's as close to the edge as he is, it's still a shock when he comes. There's just-- there's so much if it, spilling onto my tongue, hot and thick, sliding to the back of my throat. I don't quite choke, but it feels like a near thing and he's already pulling back, going too far away.

Bu then his hand is on the side of my face, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth, swiping up an excess drop and pushing it between my lips.

It's-- goodness, it's filthy. Especially when he immediately leans down to kiss me, doubtlessly tasting himself all over my tongue. With a whine, I kiss back, my hands smoothing up over his arms and shoulder, sliding my tongue along his so he can really get all over it. It's wet and messy and I can smell him absolutely everywhere, my entire body buzzing with it. When we finally break apart, I'm gasping for breath, dazed as I look up at him. "You've... goodness, you've done that before, haven't you?" I breathe and I honestly don't feel jealous at all if anything, I'm just stunned. And I already want to do it all over again.