Snappin the Burn

Parker

“We don’t want that.” My fingers traced down the hard planes of his body, the spandex doing nothing to conceal his reaction to my touch. “Maybe we should have dressed you up as Superman because you’re already the man of steel.”

Lincoln didn’t think my teasing was all that funny. He grasped my hand and placed it on his extremely prominent erection. I gripped it loosely, rubbing my thumb over the head and feeling his length twitch against my palm.

“Get on your knees, Parker,” he growled, his arm reaching back to pull down the zipper of his costume.

I turned so we’d be less visible if someone tried to peek under the edge of the curtain and began unbuttoning my jeans, shifting them slightly down my thighs and letting my pulsing length out of its confines.

I stood watching, roughly stroking myself as Lincoln peeled the tight jumpsuit down his torso, my mouth watering as each newly defined muscle was revealed. This was almost better than Christmas.

“What did I tell you?” Lincoln narrowed his eyes as he reached forward to grasp my shoulder, pushing me down to get me where he wanted me.

“You know I never listen to directions.” Crowding him into the corner of the fitting room stall, I flattened my chest against his, grasping his cock in my other hand and grinning as his head dropped back into the corner.

His eyes closed and a low groan escaped his full lips. “That feels so good,” he whispered, opening his eyes slightly. His half-lidded gaze made me thicken in my palm.

“It’s about to feel better,” I promised, tilting my head to spit down his length and adjusting my hands so that our cocks pressed together.

A satisfied moan escaped me as I began to jerk us off simultaneously.

Lincoln’s chest heaved as I spat again, adding more moisture. As our warm skin glided across each other, I licked my lips, enjoying the weight of his cock in my hand as it slipped against mine.

“Oh god, I can’t wait to feel your lips around me,” he groaned, reaching forward and grasping the hair on the back of my head, roughly pulling me to him before he thrust his tongue into my mouth.

As we kissed wildly, my hands never faltered in the tight space between us.

Slowing fractionally as we broke for air, panting into each other’s mouths, I watched the pleasure coursing through his body, his muscles tense with his impending release.

Knowing I had a promise to keep, I released him and slowly dropped to my knees on the carpet, my cock jutting out between my legs as I leaned forward to lick the head of Lincoln’s, savoring the taste of his precum.

“Mmm,” I hummed as I teased him, slowly licking around the head as his hips pulsed forward, trying to capture the heat of my mouth.

Lincoln hated it when I teased him, building up the anticipation, but I loved the desperate way he’d look at me, the way he’d grip my hair and thrust forward, filling my mouth.

“Parker,” he panted, his hand reaching down to grasp the hair on the back of my head again, urging me forward.

“I know you want to fuck my mouth, baby, but patience,” I taunted as I dipped down, pulling his sac into my mouth with my tongue as my hand grasped his base, holding it tightly as I felt his pulse against my palm.

He was strung tight, his body tense as his muscles flexed, barely restraining himself.

“You’re a menace,” he growled, using his grip on my hair to pull my head back, bringing his hand down on top of mine and aiming himself toward my lips. “No more playing. Open up.”

“Yes, sir,” I teased, my tongue darting out to lick the tip before I opened wide, enjoying the weight of him on my tongue as he eased into my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s right, take it all.” His voice was deep and gravelly as he brought his other hand to my cheek, thrusting his hips forward as I braced one hand against the back of his thigh.

“Mmmm,” I hummed again as he manipulated me, holding my head tight as he fucked my face. It was so hot when he got controlling, using me for his pleasure.

The ache in my cock intensified as he continuously rocked into me. I groaned, hummed, and sucked, knowing it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.

Reaching down, I gripped my length, roughly pumping as Lincoln continued to fuck my mouth, his eyes clenched shut as he chased his release.

“Fuck, baby, that’s hot,” he panted as he looked down, seeing that I was pleasing myself while I pleased him with my mouth.

“You’re in so much trouble when we get home. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk,” he growled. “Yes…fuck…just like that, Parker.”

Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, I released my cock, using my hand to press two fingers into the space behind his balls, smiling around his dick as he groaned loudly.

At the back of my mind, I hoped the distracted cashier didn’t hear because I didn’t want her to stop our fun, but as I felt him twitch in my mouth, I didn’t fucking care.

If she wanted to watch, she could watch me make my hot fucking superhero lose his mind with lust.

Gasping, I pulled back, roughly jerking him for a few moments as I caught my breath, enjoying the view of his muscular chest from my knees. “You ready, Spidey?”

He laughed breathlessly, opening his eyes to gaze down at me, his large and dark pupils taking me in hungrily.

“Get that fucking cock back in your mouth now,” he growled, his large hands framing my face and pulling me forward roughly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I growled back before diving back in, sucking him down, and forcing him to the back of my throat.

Lincoln panted and cursed above me, holding my head in place as he thrust his hips against me, chasing his release.

“Gonna come,” he gasped, his head falling back against the wall behind him as he arched into me, his cock throbbing against my tongue. “Fuck… Take it all.”

As I felt the salty taste of his release flood my mouth, I swallowed around him, enjoying the desperate sounds he made as he fell apart.

When his body relaxed, I pulled away, licking him clean as I sat back on my heels, desperately horny but enjoying the satisfied look painted across his handsome features.

As I watched him slowly return to himself, he opened his eyes. A grin pulled at his lips as he watched me bring my hand to where I was aching.

I slowly pushed my hips into my tight fist, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Fuck,” he whispered harshly, pulling the jumpsuit over his hips and falling to his knees on the carpet before me. “It’s so hot to watch you fuck yourself.”

“I’d rather fuck you,” I panted, feeling myself getting closer to the edge with each motion of my hand.

“Later, baby,” he promised, reaching forward to cup his hand around mine, speeding up the pace.

My head fell back as I released a loud sigh.

“Right now, you can fuck my mouth and come on my tongue.”

Knowing I was too far gone to stand, Lincoln scooted back and lowered his mouth to my aching length. He licked the moisture from the tip before he peeled my hand away, replacing it with his hot mouth.

His enthusiasm pushed me close to the edge rapidly, and I gripped his hair tightly, forcing his head down.

The sound of him choking on my length caused my balls to draw tight and my release to roar through me.

My cock pulsed in his mouth, streams of cum escaping into its tight confines, but he never hesitated, swallowing it all down.

“Holy fucking shit,” I panted.

He released me, mirroring my kneeling position while he tenderly cupped my cheek. “Look, we didn’t make a mess,” he laughed, licking his lips and smiling.

“We’ll save that for later. Right now, we have a costume to buy. And more pictures to take.”

“Damn straight we do, baby,” he agreed, leaning forward to whisper roughly against my ear. “And Spidey will make you see stars when he fucks you in it while you’re tied to the bed.”

Cosplay nerds really were the best fucking boyfriends ever.

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