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It should’ve disgusted him, it really should’ve, but something within Paul’s gut had flickered to life as he rewatched the short, five second clip over and over again. Dino’s fans truly were crazy but, really, was Paul acting any better right now?
This one small clip of Dino had sent the fans crazy, all of them sharing some pretty detailed fantasies involving them and Dino on their Twitter timelines like they were normal things to post on a Friday afternoon. Maybe for them it was.
The clip in question was Dino spitting into a cup. Nothing more, nothing less, but the fans, upon seeing this moment, had immediately burst forth with a digital chant of ‘spit in my mouth’ that was honestly starting to infect Paul’s innocent brain. Okay, maybe innocent isn’t the right word. Vanilla? That seems better.
Paul isn’t into stuff like this. He prefers to have sex with Dino normally, without any weird kinks or fetishes. Dino has his fair share, Paul knows that, but he’s never forced them on Paul because he’s sweet and kind and totally the best boyfriend ever.
But now Paul is thinking about Dino spitting in his mouth. He’d nearly spun out during qualifying after seeing the reaction to that clip for the first time because it was all he could think about. Luckily he’d survived, banging out a fastest lap and securing himself the pole for Sunday’s feature race, but now that he’s alone, and most importantly, waiting for Dino, Paul’s stuck on it again.
Would Dino be down to try it? Paul couldn’t get himself to answer that. There’s no way Dino would, right?
A knock on his hotel room door startles him from his thoughts and he stands up, rushing over to it. Dino’s standing on the other side, that trademark lazy smirk-slash-grin that Paul loves so much lining his face. Paul steps to one side, letting Dino in, before pulling him into a kiss.
It soon becomes messy and rushed and that’s when Paul decides to throw all caution to the wind and utter the words that have been swirling in his brain since he first saw them earlier that day. “Spit in my mouth.” Paul says, panting as he pulls away from the kiss.
Dino blinks at him owlishly before laughing. “You’ve been on Twitter today, I see.” Dino smirks at him. Paul flushes and looks away, stuttering over his words as he tries to explain himself. It doesn’t work so he goes quiet, hoping against all hope that Dino won’t walk away and leave him half-hard and fully embarrassed. “Paul, look at me.”
Paul looks up, blinking softly as he wills himself not to cry. Dino’s still smirking, so clearly Paul couldn’t have messed up that badly, but he still feels so stupid for letting his dumb, horny heart win over his rational brain.
“Do you want me to do it? Because I will, but I want explicit confirmation and consent from you.” Paul’s eyes widen at that. Dino will actually do this for him? Oh, Paul is well and truly fucked.
“I wanna do this.” Paul says and before long, Dino is kissing him again, practically manhandling Paul over to the bed as he does so. The kiss continues on until Paul is pushed onto the sheets, Dino hovering over him. He’s smirking again and Paul feels anticipation and lust flutter in his gut.
“Open your mouth.” Dino says and Paul wordlessly complies, dropping his mouth open for Dino’s spit. For Dino’s spit, God, Paul from yesterday would not believe this was happening of his own wishes, he really wouldn’t.
Dino gathers spit up in his mouth, letting it pool on his tongue, before sticking his tongue out. The spit drips down, landing in Paul’s mouth and yeah, Paul understands those fangirls now. This is really fucking hot. He goes to swallow the spit when Dino presses down on his bottom lip, keeping his mouth open.
“Swallow all of it and then stick your tongue out when you’re done.” Dino commands, his voice low. Paul shivers before swallowing, sticking his tongue out to show he’s swallowed it all when he’s done. Dino groans and leans down to kiss him again, this time making it wet and messy.
Paul is in heaven; he’s got to be. Something this gross shouldn’t feel this good, but Paul is starting to suspect that maybe that’s why it feels so good. He opens his mouth again, a wordless demand for more. Dino raises an eyebrow at him.
“You want more? Dirty, dirty boy.” Dino taunts before actually, properly spitting into Paul’s mouth this time. Flecks of spit miss, landing on Paul’s face, but he really doesn’t mind. In fact, he welcomes the spit on his skin. Kind of wants more of it, if he has to be honest to himself. He swallows the new load of spit down, sticking his tongue out once more.
Dino leans down to kiss him again whilst his tongue is still out, startling Paul and making him moan in pleasure. Dino’s right hand cups Paul’s face to deepen the kiss whilst his left hand trails down to undo the strings on Paul’s sweatpants. Paul gasps and bucks his hips up, eagerly trying to get Dino to pull his sweatpants down and take his cock in his hand.
“You want it so bad, don’t you, baby?” Dino teases when he pulls back, both hands now resting on Paul’s waistband. Paul nods, begging in broken English. Dino smirks at him before pulling his sweatpants down. “No underwear? You really are a dirty boy.” Dino laughs dryly. Paul shivers. He’d forgotten about his lack of underwear, to be honest.
Dino sinks to his knees, a soft puff of air leaving his lips and brushing over Paul’s cock. It twitches, practically begging to be touched, and Dino, thankfully, complies. He spits into his palm twice before wrapping his hand around Paul’s cock, jerking him off faster and faster. Paul moans loudly, not caring about who he may be disturbing.
Just when Paul is about to cum, he warns Dino. His boyfriend doesn’t stop, however, instead adding more spit to his palm before jerking Paul off even faster, somehow. Paul cums soon after, streaks of white landing on his stomach and trickling down Dino’s knuckles.
Dino pats his hip, so Paul lifts up to look at Dino, groaning and throwing his head back when Dino licks Paul’s cum off his knuckles, leaving them slick with spit. “We’re not done yet, baby.” Dino says and Paul’s cock twitches with excitement. Dino, who’s still kneeling between Paul’s legs, sees the twitch and laughs.
Paul is just about to ask what Dino is planning on doing when Dino takes Paul’s semi-hard cock into his mouth and swallows it down to the base. Paul whines as his hips buck upwards, his length fully hardening from the warm, wet heat of Dino’s wonderfully skilled mouth.
“D-Dino, fuck. Need more.” Paul begs when Dino stops, his nose brushing against his pelvis. Dino just hums around him, still settled at the base of Paul’s cock. It’s only when he feels the spit pooling down around his balls and thighs that he realises what Dino is doing. He fucks up into his mouth again at that, Dino gagging slightly.
He recovers and soon starts sucking Paul off properly again. Paul watches with rapt attention as line after line of spit and drool from Dino’s mouth trickles down his shaft. It’s intoxicating to watch, really, and Paul genuinely thinks Dino might’ve ruined him for everyone else.
He’s honestly pretty okay with that.
Paul is close to cumming and alerts Dino of it. Dino hums around his cock and Paul groans, glad he gets to cum down Dino’s throat. It’s not often that it happens, but when it does, it’s always glorious and world-shattering.
With a few more thrusts into Dino’s mouth, Paul cums. Dino continues sucking him off as he rides out the aftershocks before he’s whining in pain, prompting Dino to pull off. Paul watches as Dino swallows down all of his cum before he’s scrambling to sit on Paul’s lap.
“Can I cum on your face? Please?” Dino begs. Dino had asked this before and Paul had rejected him, the idea seeming gross and uncomfortable. But after everything he discovered about himself today, Paul decides it might be nice to try something else that’s new as well.
“Go ahead.” Paul says and Dino groans, shuffling up to hover over Paul’s chest before he pulls his cock free. Paul has always been a fan of Dino’s cock and seeing it from this angle doesn’t make him any less of a fan. In fact, it might make him worse.
Dino must’ve been pretty wound up because it only takes a couple dozen strokes before he’s cumming, hand buried in Paul’s hair as he holds his head in place. Streaks of white land across Paul’s lips and the bridge of his nose, and even in his eyelashes and hairline. Dino groans as the final streak lands on Paul’s now stuck out tongue.
“Fuck, sötnos, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Dino says. Paul giggles up at him before wrinkling his nose in displeasure when he registers all the cum and spit slowly drying it places it shouldn’t dry.
“I feel gross.”
“Shower time then. Come on, sötnos.” Dino says, clambering out of Paul’s personal space and offering him his hand. Paul accepts it, wincing when he feels how sticky it is. “Oh, shut up, Paul. You wanted this.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bite me.”
“I can do that!”
“Fuck off, Dino. Keep your teeth away from me. Dino!”