Taakitz bj

It's not the first time they've fooled around, but it's definitely /one of/ the firsts, and Taako assumes that's why, when he whispers, "I'm gonna suck your soul out through your dick, baby", Kravitz's posture goes rigid.

"Aw, hun, no need to be shy around ol' Taako," he coos, shimmies off the couch to kneel between Kravitz's legs, "you've given me stellar oral on like three seperate occasions now, I wanna return the favour."

And he /does/, is the thing. He hopes it comes across in his voice, how it's not just a well-I-guess-I-owe-you situation. Taako's been /dreaming/ about seeing that dick since the first date. Kravitz, however, still looks nervous.

"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, Taako." He clears his throat, adjusts his posture self-consciously. It'd be kinda hilarious how meekly he's peering down at Taako between his legs, if it didn't feel so much like he was trying to let him down easy. "I… /struggle/. With that particular… act."

"Oh, all G homie! You can just fuck me, if that's better."

If it's possible, Kravitz looks even more strangled. "Taako, please…" he pauses, exhales, "listen. It's… I don't have /real blood/, which is needed to. Erm. Sometimes - most times - it's hard to… get hard."

And okay, yeah, maybe it makes sense, /somehow/, but it's still a fucking blow, much as Taako tries to not let it show on his face.

"I'm sorry, Taako, I--"

"Can I still try?"

Kravitz's eyes go wide, bewildered. His long fingernails pick at the couch cushions, a nervous habit, and all Taako can think of is how much he wants them tangled in his hair.

"There's… no harm, I suppose. I /do/ want to."

Taako grins, slides his palms up the inseam of Kravitz's dress pants to encourage his thighs to spread. "That's gotta count for something."

He takes his time unwrapping his new present; he feels electric with energy when he pulls Krav's underwear down to his ankles, makes himself go slow. He never realised how cute soft dicks are, he muses, or at least how cute /this/ one is, with neat hair framing it and foreskin tight around the slightly pinker tip. When he leans forward to kiss it, open-mouthed and messy, Kravitz's belly shudders with the weight of his breath.

"You feel that?"

"O-Of course I /feel/ it, I just--"

"Shh, shh."

He's not sure how long it takes them, Taako licking affectionate stripes up the side or suckling lewdly on the head, but when he takes Kravitz into his mouth properly, he can definitely feel more firmness than before. Tastes traces of salt and notices the hand in his hair tighten. It makes his gut roll, hot and wanting, and he can't even be fucked telling himself off for getting so much outta so little.

"I think I could-- I could come like this, Taako, /maybe/…" He breathes, eyes squeezed shut when Taako looks up at him. It's all the encouragement he needs.

It takes a minute, experimenting with swirling his tongue around the head and petting the length with his palm, but after a while Kravitz gasps, raw and ragged, like it /hurts/, and Taako rubs him through it as cum dribbles out of him, just a little, messy against his thigh and Taako's mouth. It doesn't taste like much of anything, so when he's sure Kravitz is watching he licks his warmed skin clean, kisses his dick until he whines, oversensitive.

"So." Taako says, after, as he adjusts his aching knees out from under him. "That was fun. I can see a lot of future potential there."

Kravitz smiles a little shakily. "Future potential sounds very nice, actually."