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"Listen, /buster/," Taako starts, so forceful for his position between Lucas' legs that Lucas finds himself scooting back an inch, "this is what's up. You're gonna fuck my face."

He relaxes his posture a touch at that, but his brow stays furrowed. "Uh. Am I not. Already?"

Taako rolls his eyes, hefting up on his elbows so his head is in line with Lucas' knees. "I mean, I'm sucking you off. Fellating you, if you wanna get biblical. But you're not /fucking my face/."

He punctuates each of his last words with a sharp poke just below Lucas' bellybutton, which has him squirming away all over again.

"Fuck, Taako! What do you want from me here, asshole?" He grumbles. And okay, maybe he's a little sore about Taako's apparent displeasure when he was starting to feel like he was /getting somewhere/ himself, but like hell he's gonna admit that out loud.

Taako's fingers are on his hips next, which almost feels nice until he /digs them in/. "Get up, gorgeous. It'll be fun."

Lucas opens his mouth to complain about the /effort/, but then Taako climbs off the end of the bed and out of view, and Lucas is nothing if not a curious man.

When he peers over the side, Taako is there, messy mop of hair pushed back and lips parted just enough to send a rush of heat to between his legs. Taako seems more eager now, at least; his tail waves and flicks behind him seemingly without his noticing.

"Well." Lucas inhales, licks his lips, "Okay."

He repositions, first sitting with his legs dangling, and then standing above Taako, who inches forward at his presence. All his prior bossiness seems to have been left on the bed; Taako is looking at him with hooded, almost dazed eyes, and is perfectly silent.

Lucas cants his hips towards Taako's waiting tongue, and the sight of his cock sitting on his lips like that… /fuck/ whatever they were doing before.

Warm lips wrap around him and suck. They both moan at that, Taako's causing vibrations in Lucas' cock that has him thrusting forward again.

Taako licks at the sensitive nub of him and further, between what he can reach of his labia, now drenched. When he pulls off far enough to speak, it's in a croaked whisper. "That's it, babe," another hot swipe of his tongue, "'til my jaw hurts."

After he's positioned again, jaw slack and tongue tight against the underside of his cock, Taako only moves to guide one of Lucas' hands to the back of his head.

Lucas can take a hint.

Slowly, he graduates his motions into something rougher, thrusting against Taako's waiting mouth. Each rut is a test of how well he can see his own cock disappearing behind Taako's lips, goading him further until the fist in Taako's bleached curls is so tight it must burn.

A hand winds around his bare thigh, and when he meets Taako's eyes, they're wide and eager and damp.

Lucas wishes he could come down his throat. Choke him with it.

It's that thought, imagining the look of ruddy, fuzzy cheeks and wrecked voice, that has Lucas coming, holding Taako's mouth against his pubic bone as heat flushes through each vein and nerve. Electric, soundless.

He's suddenly very glad the bed is so close, because his legs are done supporting him.

Taako giggles, swallows probably more dramatically than he needs to, and rakes his eyes over Lucas head to toe. He can only imagine what he looks like, dishevelled and gaping. He decides Taako's earned the laugh without a squabble.

"See, babe? I'm just full of good ideas. You're /welcome/."

Lucas huffs out whatever breath he's got left in his lungs and flops back on the mattress, bones singing with relief, and manages only a mumbled, "Full of my /dick/, more like."