Make-up sex is a new thing to me, so this has been hard to end.

Thanks to Kyle and danTHEman for co-betaing. Thanks to Ronnie for helping me work out an ending.

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He hiccups softly again, bringing his hands to the back of your head to pull you in for another hot kiss. Only this time, he controls it, and pushes you down flat against the floor and starts kissing trails down your body. He pushes up your shirt with trembling fingers, following the trail of wiry hair down your navel that disappears below your waistband. He undoes your belt, but stops there.

You whine a little, but Jesse compensates, smiling that beautiful smile of his before he leans in and mouths the hard, hot line of your cock through your jeans, breathing sweet, burning air over it. You moan as he works his mouth over the head, hips shifting under his fingers as he holds them down. You didn’t know he was so strong.

“Jesse…”

He gasps gently and pries open your fly with desperate hands. So his name is still a treat to hear from you, even now? For some reason, that makes you feel sad, but the thought is quickly destroyed as he yanks your boxers down and envelopes the whole length of your cock with his wet, silky hot mouth.

You thrust up in surprise, and he doesn’t even gag as the swollen head crashes into his uvula, your lightly haired balls crushed against his chin. His throat works around you, those wavelike motions surging against every part of your length.

“S-slower,” you whisper, feeling the heat already coiling sharply in your belly, close to erupting. But he doesn’t listen, and you almost find that funny, because instead he works even harder, saliva dripping down your balls and soaking the thatch of hair around the base of your cock. He swallows every time he deep-throats.

With a gasp, your back arches as you experience the most intense orgasm you’ve felt in years, the world blacking out around the edges. Your come spurts out, smacking the back of his throat in a long torrent; so much he can’t swallow it all. Some of the white fluid dribbling slickly between his lips and down your shaft. Oh God.

This is what you’ve been missing, damnit.

He looks up at you, lips swollen and red, come sliding down his chin and neck, and he seems to be the happiest boy in the world. He looks like he’s never felt better about himself.

“Oh God,” you whisper breathlessly, taking in the sight.

He smiles in return, crawling up your body so you’re face to face. He leans in, but pulls away when you try to kiss him.

“Clean my face,” he tells you.

Your now flaccid cock twitches in interest, and you’re more than happy to pull him forward with a hand on the back of his head and lick your own come from his flesh. You use the flat of your tongue over his neck, and only the very tip over his chin and lips. You circle them gently, feeling the way they give under you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you both whisper at the same time, and laugh nervously, the spell almost broken.

Jesse sighs, relaxing under your touch as a silence spreads out between you, trailing soft, pale fingers over your trembling stomach until you let out a ridiculous giggle.

“That tickles,” you gasp, blushing, but he doesn’t stop.

He simply smiles.

…Careful, his body whispers to you as you sink your tongue into his hot, waiting mouth. He arches gently into your warmth.

I’m still learning, your body whispers in return, running your fingers through his mussed blond hair. Those fingers still trail over your heated flesh, but now he’s pressing harder and it doesn’t tickle so much, touch spreading out over your chest and low down on your hips.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe into his perfect mouth, his fingers clutching your burning arousal.

“Yes please,” he jokes, and then he is really jacking your cock, working his fingers and wrist as if his life depends on it, making you gasp and moan desperately into his mouth which is now devouring you as if he is starving.

You drop your head down onto the leather, closing your eyes in ecstasy. You really are still learning – you have no idea what you’re supposed to do except writhe underneath that exquisite touch.

But he doesn’t seem to mind that you aren’t joining in – instead, he seems to enjoy it. When you crack one eye open to look up at him, his still-wet eyes are trained on your cock, skin flushed a deep red, as if giving you pleasure gives him a pleasure of his own. This makes you inexplicably happy, biting on your knuckles to hide a low moan.

Quickly – almost absently – he reaches for your hand without looking at you and takes it away from your mouth, resting it on your side. He pets it gently, rubbing his thumb against yours as he works your cock until you feel your second orgasm pulsing at the edges of your vision. The sensation of his hand comfortingly stroking yours is what is bringing you so close, not his hand on your cock.

“You’ve gotta stop,” you breathe, and it’s agonising to wrench the words from your gut.

“I can’t,” he replies, because he’s not as in control as he looks, or as you’d like him to be. He whimpers as pre-come spurts from the head of your cock, as if it had happened to him. (Which it just might have, as he’s starting to thrust raggedly against your hips, sighing somewhere in the vicinity of your collarbone.)

“I don’t want to come without you,” you hiss just as he squeezes the base, enticing a wave of pleasure that makes you throw your head back against the leather and gasp in desperately needed air.

“You don’t have to.” He’s gasping too – something so familiar and yet now seems like an impossibly perfect surprise – and the hand stroking yours starts holding on tight. You know what that means.

“Don’t come in your thong,” you order, smiling breathlessly, and he laughs as if it’s a form of torture.

“Too late,” he grinds out, thrusting a little harder against the unyielding hardness of your hipbone.

“Oh, stop that,” you growl, because you and he both know that it actually isn’t. You push him onto his back, yanking down the lingerie just fast enough to envelope his cock in your mouth before spurt after spurt of hot, sticky, thick come bursts out, slapping the back of your throat.

“Quick reflexes,” he gasps out, choking on the air as his thighs and cock spasm violently. “How could I forget?” He thrusts lightly into your mouth, riding out the aftershock of his orgasm, eyes shut in abandon until he realises that you’ve still got your mouth around his spent cock and your own is still quivering and dripping pre-come.

He looks down at you. “Want some help?”

“I didn’t want to come without you,” you sulk, even with your mouth still full of him. The vibrations make him tremble, but his gaze remains unwavering even as you absently trail your tongue around the head.

“We can work on that,” he whispers, and the voice is so soft and seductive that you swallow thickly, almost choking on him. You lick a stripe up his cock from base to tip before you rise up to kiss him.

“Salty,” he mumbles against your swollen, wet lips, squirming until you put your arms around him.

You squeeze his shoulder. “I think it’s delicious.”

Jesse smiles. “Now you know why I like sucking you so much,” he whispers huskily, which nearly has you coming on the spot.

“Of course.” Your smile is almost painfully wide. You touch his lips with your fingers, and he kisses them individually. "Now fuck me already."

Jesse manages to get over his surprise just quick enough to start giggling before you pounce on him.

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There will be a sequel to Sugar and Rice. I'll try to squeeze it in with my damn commission crap.

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