Quentin's first party

Quentin's Bedroom Music 

Quentin woke up hours later to faint traces of dawn light entering the room. He had a massive headache and his body felt weak. He felt thirsty but too weak to get some water. 

“Hey baby, you alright?”

He opened his eyes again and realized Leo was in the bed beside him. He could make out the dark skin and toned muscles, but it was his voice that gave his presence. Quentin groaned, too weak for words. Leo pushed him on his back and sat between his legs. 

“You looked so sexy last night. You took all those men like a champ.” 

Quentin groaned again as Leo rubbed his chest and stomach. Up and down, his hand traveled, massaging Quentin and coaxing him to relax. 

“Water.” Quentin finally whispered. 

“In a minute, babe. I wanna taste you.” 

Quentin was confused until Leo lifted his legs and folded him in half. He saw Leo’s head dip below and wondered what was happening. And then he felt a wet tongue lick his balls down to his hole. The sensation was soothing, tingling, and he wasn’t sure his body could take any more pleasure since the events of last night. He felt Leo softly bite each cheek until he plunged his tongue inside. 

“Push it out, baby. Come on.” 

Quentin’s body relaxed, his ass having no choice but to give into his friend’s demands. He soon heard slurping sounds from Leo and although he had been rimmed before, he had never had leftover cum sucked out of him. The feeling was pleasurable. And it briefly reminded him of last night, although again it felt like a distant dream. Soon, his friend climbed back over his body and kissed him. The cum slowly oozed into his mouth. Quentin felt as if a piece of himself had been uncocked, a piece of him he kept hidden throughout their friendship. Terrence was someone he knew he should never fall for. But one invitation to his sex parties and Quentin felt like he couldn’t resist. The men swapped the juices from every guy last night until Quentin’s hole was empty. Leo laid down beside him and held Quentin close until they fell back asleep.  

Quentin awoke to Leo’s tongue swirling inside his hole again. The bright sunlight danced on their skin, and Quentin loved the warmth in his chest and stomach as Leo pushed his legs back further, folding him in half. He tried to help, but the more Leo nibbled and licked, the more Quentin lost control until he let go of his legs all together. He grabbed the sheets instead, his head rocking slowly back and forth as Leo continued to bring him waves of pleasure just from his tongue alone. His body relaxed. He felt open and ready.  

Leo slowly lowered his legs, his tongue traveling up Quentin’s crack, around his balls, and into the creases of his thighs. Quentin jerked, the sensation too strong and sudden. Leo smiled down at him as he continued his climb until their hips were flushed. He slowly eased his thick and long cock into his partner, the dark skin sinking into the pale body. Quentin’s eyes fluttered as he moaned again, his mouth hanging open as he gripped the sheets tighter and arched his back. He offered his body to the man above him, letting him do as he please, as long as their dance wasn’t over yet. 

Leo bent down until their bodies were flushed and began a slow rhythm, the bed creaking below them, the sheets rustling underneath. The air conditioner kicked on, adding a low drone to their song. The bed frame added a soft and steady beat against the wall. Quentin’s moans became a melody, Leo’s low huffs a soft beat. He sped up the rhythm, the beat becoming louder, the creaks signaling the crescendo. The tempo became faster, deeper, harder, until the inevitable end, when Quentin’s moans because soft cries of joy, squirting thick white cum in between them. Leo continued as the beats became loud knocks and the creaks took on a melody of their own. Until finally, he pumped his release inside of his partner. 

He continued to rock back and forth, pumping deeper inside of Quentin, the slip and slide of their bodies from the cum and sweat. Leo kissed him deeply, their tongues adding the final note to their song. Quentin grabbed of his head, wrapping his legs tighter again Leo’s toned torso. He wanted the man as close as he could be. He would try to merge their bodies together as long as Leo didn’t stop the waves of pleasure coursing through him. 

Finally, Leo’s hips slowed and he slid his lips to the side of Quentin’s throat. The other man held him as their hearts beat again each other, Quentin’s pulse a steady rhythm on Leo’s lips. The two men breathed deeply, relishing in the comfort, neither daring to disconnect from the other. Soon both men slipped into a deep slumber, the end of the dance but with a promise to return.