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The slight pressure of Kenny’s fingers on your legs gives you a tiny distraction from the almost reverent expression he’s giving you—clearly forcing himself to look at your face rather than the slickness in front of him. Your own fingers are clutching the bedsheets below you.
You have no idea how you ended up in this situation.
Actually, scratch that. You do. See, you know that Kenny loves you, that he would never leave you. But sometimes, it’s hard. Sometimes you don’t feel good about yourself. About the way your body looks. And Kenny hates that you don’t think you look good. Because you do. And he wants to make you see that—make you feel good.
“Can I?” You’re snapped out of your reverie by his voice, so wanting and needy—fuck, he’s gonna kill you with how desperate he looks. He swallows hard, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “Please.” His voice is hoarse. How can you deny him, when he looks so beautiful like this? It sends shivers down your spine. “Okay.”
And he must be as pent up as you are, because he wastes no time pulling your legs apart, trailing marks across your skin. His voice is rough as he nips his way up your thighs, slowly inching closer to where you really want him. “You look so fucking perfect like this.” The words send heat pooling into your stomach. You press a hand over your mouth, muffling your noises as he drags his tongue up your slit, collecting the slick that’s accumulated there.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against your skin. “Tastes so fucking good.” His words combined with his nose brushing your cock has tiny noises escaping your mouth, despite your best efforts. You can feel the way he smirks against you, sliding up to wrap his lips around your dick. His slight laugh turns into a whimper as you grab his hair, gently pulling on the messy blond strands. A curse slips out of your mouth.
Fuck—the way his mouth feels on you should be illegal. Kenny just laughs again, in that raspy way you love. “Yeah? Feels good, right? I fucking love
your cock.” He does something with his tongue that has stars swirling across your vision. Your head is spinning, dizzy with the sparks gathering in your stomach.
“Just want to be between your legs all the time like this, y’know? Let you use me.” The image that forms in your mind at his words is obscene—him on his knees, letting you fuck his face, sucking your cock. Your hips twitch, and he hums a pleased note. “Why—why are you doing this?” Your voice is strained, and you stumble over your words. Kenny pulls you closer, nosing against your thigh. His fingers brush gentle patterns into your legs.
“Wanna make you feel good.” He takes your cock in his mouth, teeth brushing slightly over your skin, and you jolt, static overtaking your vision. You can barely choke out his name before you’re coming hard, holding his head in place so that he can’t move away from you. You don’t think he wants to. Your grip slackens, the last of the static fading from your vision. Kenny looks absolutely wrecked, his lips shiny with your release as he pulls away. He’s hard—you can clearly see the tent in his pants.
You swallow hard, holding out your hand to him. “I—I wanna make you feel good, too.” He swipes his tongue over his lips, smirking. “Yeah? C’mere, pretty boy.” Fuck, he’s going to be the death of you. But you don’t mind, and it seems like he doesn’t either.