The Idol and the Front-Row Twink 2

Chapter 5

The Idol and the Front-Row Twink 2

Milo cried out into the sheets. Jun did it again, slower, tongue flat and filthy, then pointed it and pushed against the tight ring of muscle. He ate Milo out like he was starving, wet, messy, loud. He started with broad, greedy strokes, flattening his tongue and dragging it over the furled entrance again and again until it was shiny with spit. Then he focused, sealing his mouth over the hole and sucking, the soft flesh yielding under the pull. Spit ran down Milo’s balls and soaked into the sheets. Jun’s nose pressed into the soft flesh of one cheek while his tongue pushed inside, fucking in and out in short, filthy thrusts. He pulled back just enough to spit directly onto the hole, then immediately dove back in, using the extra wetness to push deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating Milo out filled the quiet penthouse, sucking, licking, the soft filthy noise of tongue against rim.

One hand reached under to stroke Milo’s cock in time with the thrusts of his tongue. The other kept Milo’s cheeks spread wide so he could get deeper.

Milo’s thighs shook. He pushed back onto Jun’s face without meaning to, desperate sounds spilling out of him. Jun growled against him and sucked harder on the rim, then pushed two spit-slick fingers inside while his tongue kept working around them. He scissored the fingers open, stretched him, curled them against the spot that made Milo’s whole body jerk, all while never stopping the wet, hungry work of his mouth.

“Fuck, Jun,”

“That’s it,” Jun said, voice wrecked, lips shiny. “Open up for me. Let me taste all of you.”

He spent long minutes there, alternating between deep tongue-fucking and slow, filthy licking, until Milo was trembling and dripping precum steadily onto the sheets. Only then did Jun pull away. He stripped quickly. Milo twisted to look and immediately regretted it because the visual almost finished him. Jun was hard, thick, flushed dark at the tip, a string of precum already connecting the head to his stomach.

Jun grabbed lube from the nightstand, coated his fingers again, and pushed three into Milo this time, stretching him open while his other hand reached around to pinch and roll Milo’s nipples again. The dual sensation, fingers deep in his ass, nipples being tormented, made Milo’s eyes roll back.

“Please,” he begged. “I need, I need you inside me.”

Jun’s control finally cracked. He slicked his cock thoroughly until it shone, then moved into position behind Milo. He spread him open with both hands, stared at the wet, twitching hole for a second, and then pressed the blunt head against it.

Milo felt the first push, hot, thick, unyielding. The head stretched him wide, the burn sharp and perfect as the flared tip forced its way past the tight ring of muscle. Jun went slow, letting Milo feel every millimeter of the thick shaft as it sank deeper. The stretch was relentless; Milo could feel the vein on the underside sliding against his inner walls, the heavy weight of it opening him up inch by inch. Jun’s hands stayed on his hips, steady, until finally the last of it disappeared and Jun’s hips pressed flush against Milo’s ass. He was buried to the hilt.

Milo’s mouth opened on a silent scream. He could feel every pulse of Jun’s cock inside him, the way it forced him open, the heat of it.

Jun stayed still for a moment, breathing hard against the back of Milo’s neck, giving him time to adjust. “Okay?” he asked, voice strained.

“Yes, move, please,”

Jun fucked him.

Deep, hard, possessive strokes that forced broken moans out of Milo’s throat with every thrust. One of Jun’s hands stayed on Milo’s hip, the other reached under to twist and tug at his nipples in time with the rhythm. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the penthouse. Jun kept changing angles until he found the one that made Milo sob, then locked onto it and pounded him there.

“This perfect fucking ass,” Jun snarled against his ear. “Been thinking about splitting it open since I saw you in the crowd. Look at you taking me so well.”

He pulled out suddenly, Milo felt the thick length drag against his rim as it left him, then the sudden emptiness, and flipped Milo onto his back. Jun shoved back in with one smooth thrust, the head popping past the ring again and the entire shaft burying itself deep in one motion. Now he could watch Milo’s face. He leaned down and attacked Milo’s nipples again with his mouth while he fucked him, sucking hard, biting, leaving them red and shiny with spit. Milo’s legs shook around his waist. His cock slapped against his own stomach with every thrust, leaving sticky trails of precum.

Jun reached between them and stroked him in tight, perfect pulls.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “I want to feel it.”

Milo came hard, vision going white, cock pulsing between them in thick ropes that painted both their stomachs. His hole clenched rhythmically around Jun’s cock. Jun cursed and kept fucking him through it, chasing his own release, until he buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural sound, flooding Milo in hot pulses.

They stayed locked together, both shaking, sweat-slick and breathing hard.

Jun eventually pulled out. Cum immediately leaked from Milo’s used hole onto the sheets. Jun watched it happen with dark, satisfied eyes, then leaned down and licked a stripe through the mess on Milo’s stomach before kissing him, sharing the taste.

Milo’s brain was static. He had just been fucked by his idol. Thoroughly. Filthily. And his nipples still throbbed from the attention.

Jun rolled onto his side, propped on one elbow, and looked down at him. His fingers traced idle circles around one of Milo’s abused nipples, making him twitch.

“So,” Jun said, voice still rough. “I don’t do relationships. Schedules don't allow it. But I want this again. A lot. Private. Whenever I can steal time. No labels, no public, no pressure, just us, like this, as often as possible.”

He brushed a thumb over Milo’s lower lip.

“Situationship. You in?”

Milo stared up at him, heart still racing, body still humming, the reality of what had just happened crashing over him in waves.

He opened his mouth to answer.