For a few seconds after Noah's climax, silence hung over the living room. It wasn't awkward. It was heavier than that, hot and charged with the awareness that something had really just happened.
Noah was still sitting on the couch, his legs slightly apart, his chest rising unevenly, and his face slowly returning to its usual calm expression. Except now, none of us could pretend that calm was entirely genuine.
My hand was still damp from him. Justin looked back and forth between Noah and me, as if trying to wrap his head around the fact that just a few minutes earlier he'd been laughing at the game, and now he had just watched Noah come all over my hand.
"All right," he said finally, quieter than usual. "That was… more intense than I thought it would be."
Noah snorted quietly, still breathing heavily.
I smiled to myself and slid the bowls closer to Justin.
"Your turn."
Justin looked up. That cheeky glint was back in his eyes, but now there was something else there too. Curiosity. Excitement. And that stupid male ego that wouldn't let him look any worse than Noah.
He reached for the first slip of paper.
Matt.
Then the second.
Mouth.
And the third.
Cock.
For a second, it went perfectly silent.
Justin looked at the slips of paper, then at me. He burst out laughing, but it didn't sound like panic. More like disbelief that the game had thrown him so deep right off the bat.
"So we're going hard right off the bat?"
Noah rested his head against the couch and looked at him with a slight smile.
"Don't tell me you suddenly got scared after all that."
Justin immediately raised his eyebrows.
"Me? Never."
I looked him straight in the eyes.
"Do you want this round?"
Justin stopped smiling for half a second. Then he nodded.
"I do."
Noah muttered from the couch:
"Well, then show us what you've got."
Justin looked at him, then back at me.
"That's exactly what I'm going to do."
I stood up slowly, feeling their eyes on me. This time I was supposed to be the one on the receiving end, so I didn't want to make a nervous show of it. I wanted them to see that the game worked both ways. That since Noah had just spread his legs and let me lead the round, now I, too, could sit in front of them and accept whatever the draw gave me.
I grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Justin was watching right away, without pretending. Noah too, more calmly, but intently. I could feel their eyes on my chest, stomach, and hips. Then I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down along with my underwear, slowly, letting the silence do its thing.
My cock was already hard before Justin had a chance to get close.
"Well, well," Justin muttered, trying to sound cheeky. "The game hasn't even started yet."
I looked down, then at them, pretending to be surprised.
"Oh, sorry, guys. Must be from a minute ago."
Noah snorted quietly from the side.
"Sure. You were already hard before that. I saw it."
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop smiling.
I sat down on the couch in the same spot where Noah had been sitting just a moment earlier. I spread my legs and leaned back against the pillows.
Noah leaned back with a faint smile.
"I guess it’s your turn, Justin."
Justin stood up. For a moment, he looked like he was about to crack a joke, but instead he stepped closer and knelt between my legs. He was still wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but his body was tense, his shoulders broad, his breathing a little heavier than a moment ago.
Noah looked at him from the couch.
"I wonder if you'll be as good with your mouth as Matt is with his hand."
Justin glanced at him briefly, then back at me.
"You'll find out in a minute."
He placed his hands on my thighs, at first cautiously, then more confidently. His fingers were warm, strong, a little impatient. I just tilted my head back onto the couch and let him feel that this round was truly his now.
Justin stared for a moment. Up close, his confidence became quieter, more focused. He had my thighs under his hands, my cock in front of his mouth, and the same expression as a guy who didn't want to admit just how curious he was.
"You don't have to rush," I said calmly.
He looked up.
"I don't plan to."
First, he ran his thumbs over my thighs, as if giving himself a second to get into the moment. Then he leaned in closer. I felt his breath on the tip of my cock, and that alone was enough to make my stomach tighten.
Justin noticed my reaction. He smiled slightly, more out of satisfaction than as a joke, then stuck out his tongue and touched me cautiously. Just the tip. Briefly. As a test.
I gasped.
"See?" he murmured, as if he were surprised himself that a single touch had already had an effect.
"I see you're a quick learner."
I think that turned him on. He touched me with his tongue again, more slowly, running it over the head, and then took me into his mouth. At first, he was cautious. He was thinking a little too much about what he was doing, searching for a rhythm, checking how deep he could take me, how to position his tongue, how to breathe.
I didn't interrupt him. I just guided him with my voice.
"Slower… just like that. Run your tongue over the tip. You don't have to go deeper right away."
Justin mumbled something indistinctly and tried again. Better this time. His lips closed tighter, his tongue moved more confidently, and his hands gripped my thighs harder, as if he needed something to anchor himself.
Noah sat beside me in silence. After his own round, he wasn't laughing so easily anymore. He watched as Justin knelt between my legs and made less and less of an effort to pretend it was only about the draw.
Justin pulled back for a second, breathing heavier. He looked at my dick, then at me.
"Okay… this is more addictive than it should be."
I smiled.
"I told you this game was crazy."
Justin wiped his lips with his thumb, but he didn't stand up. He didn't back away. On the contrary, he leaned in again, this time much more confidently, as if he wanted to prove that those first few seconds were just a warm-up.
This time, Justin didn't start cautiously. He returned his mouth to my cock with greater confidence, as if during those first few minutes he'd found something he wanted to see through to the end. He wrapped his lips tighter around me, ran his tongue over the tip, and then slid lower, slowly, but now without that earlier technical uncertainty.
I rested my head against the couch and let out a breath.
"That's it," I said more quietly. "Keep that rhythm."
Justin murmured with his mouth on me, and the sound traveled through my whole body. His hands clenched my thighs, strong, warm, a little impatient. He wasn't perfect. Sometimes he slowed down too much, sometimes he tried to go deeper too quickly, but that was exactly what made it exciting: I could see him learning. How he reacted to every breath I took, to every tense muscle in my stomach, to every moment my fingers dug into the couch.
Noah spoke up from the side, in a low voice:
"Damn, Justin… I think you're really into this."
Justin didn't answer. He just glanced at him from under his lashes and went back to me even more thoroughly, as if that comment had only turned him on more. He worked the tip with his tongue, then enveloped me with his lips and moved his head slower, tighter, more and more confidently. I could feel my body starting to respond to him. The tension building low in my stomach, growing too strong to hold back.
"Justin..." I warned. "I'm gonna come."
He didn't pull away. He just looked up. There was a clear, defiant "I know" in his eyes. As if he wanted to show me that he remembered the rules. The round only ended when someone came.
He clenched his hands tighter on my thighs and returned to the rhythm. This time, I didn't have to guide him anymore. He found the pace that broke me on his own, his tongue at the tip, his lips lower, a long, wet stroke, then tight pressure again, right where my body responded most intensely.
I came with my head thrown back on the couch, my breath caught in my throat. Justin stayed with me until the very end, he didn't run away from the climax, but embraced it with the same focus he'd used just moments earlier to prove he could do it. When he finally pulled away, he was breathing heavily, his lips were damp, and his eyes held something between shock and satisfaction.
For a second, he looked at me as if he couldn't believe he'd actually done it.
"Round complete," I said, still out of breath.
Justin wiped his lips with his thumb and smiled slowly.
"And quite well done, at that."
Noah reached for the bowls. He unfolded the slips of paper and read:
Justin. Hand. Cock.
Justin looked at him, still wearing that same fiery smile.
"So now it's your turn to show what you've got."
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