I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 234: Stress Relief Part 2 (Mature)

Arlen grew even harder and thicker in his hand, the crown looking flushed, reddened and so damn delicious. Ravi could feel his throat growing dry.

He ran his thumb along the underside of his length and looked up to make sure he was okay.

Arlen nodded. Ravi maintained eye contact as he brushed his tongue in a teasing lick across the tip of Arlen’s cock, drawing in the salty taste of his precum.

It was his first time tasting him like this and he saw Arlen’s throat move up and down before he reached to grab the bedsheet even more.

Ravi grinned and paused to put Arlen’s left hand on his hair, telling him with his eyes that he could grab as tightly as he wanted.

He trailed his tongue in a stripe along the length of Arlen’s cock. A low moan spurred him and he grinned. He closed his lips around the round head and painted it with his tongue, he could feel Arlen’s body relax even more and Ravi moved down, sliding his tongue along his shaft, sucking him into him.

He was really so warm. Min sol.

"Ravi."

Ravi liked the way Arlen called his name. He has always loved it. It was almost as if he was savoring the name. Low. Soft. Gentle.

It made his entire people to thrill as his cock throbbed.

Say it again.

"Ravi."

Ravi could feel his heart pounding in his ribcage; he pressed his tongue against the thick vein beneath his shaft. Tightening the seal of his lip, Ravi worked along his length.

Fuck! He wanted this so much. This feeling of savoring him, his taste and smell, the rigidity and the heat on his lips. It was insane. So good.

Arlen’s hand now rested on his hair but he gripped so tightly, his fingers rubbed In his hair as the pads of his thumbs stroked the shell of Ravi’s ears turning it a bright red.

Ravi soon felt challenged by the ease of his gestures.

He bobbed his head as he began to work Arlen’s cock down his throat. He went deeper, holding him in his throat even longer as he found a steady rhythm.

Arlen’s breath hit the air as sharp as shrapnel as his finger tightened, curling into a fist as he swore.

The sound was so heavenly that Ravi’s hands moved to touch his shorts. He looked up at Arlen.

"No. Don’t pleasure yourself." Arlen said, his voice was low, commanding, making Ravi grow even harder.

Arlen began to rock his hips when he realized that Ravi could take it, finding a harder rhythm, one that made Ravi’s eyes grow moist. He sank into the heat of the heavy cock in his mouth, the earthy musk of Arlen every time he took him into the root.

He drew Arlen in deep, the tip hitting the back of his throat, he could feel a slickness in his mouth before he tasted the precum that was now more sweet than salty, and Ravi moaned and swallowed as his lips vibrated against Arlen’s hard length.

Ravi was so hard and that knowledge that he was fully clothed and yet could not touch himself or relieve his desire made his need even sharper and powerful. The bone-melting, raw lust made Ravi’s entire body shudder as his eyes grew hazier.

He relaxed his jaw around Arlen, cradling him in his throat as Arlen rocked. His quads tightened and loosened and tightened and loosened beneath Ravi’s hand and Arlen rocked his hips.

Ravi could feel the tension in the air; he could taste the tang of precum in his lips. Sweat laced Arlen’s forehead and he shot, flooding his mouth with the hot, salty bitter taste of his cum.

"Ravi!" It was not a groan and it was not a moan, it was not a whimper or a panted breath but it was all of that together and somehow it wasn’t.

It was a strange sound that sounded absolutely beautiful to Ravi’s ears,

Arlen pulled Ravi to his laps, and sneaked his hand around him, needing to feel him against his own body, He raised his head and kissed him deeply, trailing his finger down the center of Ravi’s chest, pressing against his widely thumping heart as his finger slipped further down.

He nipped at Ravi’s lower lips and sighed hotly. After this case, he is definitely planning a vacation on an island with just the both of them.

Ravi panted heavily and he peppered his bottom lips and upper lips with feather-light kisses. He slipped down and cupped Ravi’s very hard, aroused erection through his shorts and he could feel his lover shuddering at the touch.

Arlen grinned, he loved edge control. It was a pity that he did not have a lot of time. The temptation to abandon every plan for today and spend the rest of the day making sweet love to Ravi was just too enthralling.

She rubbed his plan against the erection, squeezed the hair flesh gently and Ravi’s desperate moan reverberated around the room.

"Don’t tease me. Please."

"As you command, Love." He whispered against Ravi’s lips, trailed as a series of teasing kisses along his neck, and assaulted his neck with little nips. His nimble hands made short work of the shorts and he ran his palm around the length of Ravi’s shaft using the right amount of pressure to cause the kind of delightful friction that made a long moan escape from deep within Ravi.

Ravi glared at Arlen and he chuckled.

"You are so beautiful when you are angry, love."

"I have a therapist next door." Ravi said as he ground on Arlen’s still sensitivity, making the mischievous man let out a sharp breath.

Arlen’s response was to kiss him, swallowing moan after moan as he gripped Ravi’s hard long shaft firmly, pushed his thumb against the underside of the head and rubbed it back and forth while his fist slid up and won Ravi’s cock.

He deepened the kiss, wound his tongue around Ravi’s and caressed every inch of Ravi’s mouth. Then with a few more strokes, he pulled an earth-shattering orgasm from Ravi who arched his back and swore.

Ravi’s breaths came out sharply until he reached the crest. His orgasm burst through him, blinding, consuming as Ravi closed his eyes and let the release wash over him.

He opened his eyes two minutes later to see Arlen smiling at him, "You are even more beautiful when you are cumming. I want to take a picture and hang in front of my bed."

Ravi was about to respond when his clothed ass felt a hot, burning rod beneath it. He looked sharply at Arlen; Didn’t he just...