Because this is more fun than working
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ds_flashfictionNo cosmetics this time. Just smut. 305 words worth of V/K smut.
Vecchio made a fist in the spiky, blond hair, trying he damnedest not to come. He wanted this to last; it’d been way too long since this had happened to him.
He could feel Kowalski smile around his dick as if he knew he was driving Vecchio up a fucking wall and was enjoying every second of it.
Vecchio heard Kowalski take a deep breath right before his dick slid down Kowalski’s throat. Kowalski swallowed around the head of Vecchio’s cock, making Vecchio’s hips try vainly to push further in.
“Jesus, fuck, Kowalski,” Vecchio panted, yanking on the blond spikes now by way of a warning.
Kowalski backed off, but didn’t pull all the way off. He just put his right hand back between his lips and the base of Vecchio’s dick and pumped while he sucked on the head. Vecchio howled as he came.
Kowalski sat back in the passenger’s seat of the Riv and swallowed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now do you believe I’m sorry?”
“Yeah, I believe you,” Vecchio admitted while he tucked himself away, avoiding Kowalski’s eyes the whole time. “You want me to—“ he asked vaguely, gesturing towards the bulge in Kowalski’s jeans. “I mean, I should probably apologize, too. This partnership thing is a two-way street, right?”
Finally finding enough spine to look up from Kowalski’s crotch, Vecchio saw Kowalski flash him a smile full of promise. “Oh yeah.”
The sound of buttons popping on Kowalski’s 501’s made Vecchio’s mouth water.
Vecchio twisted around and grumbled about the steering wheel digging into his hip before he dove down onto Kowalski’s cock, sucking and licking for all he was worth. When Kowalski came in his mouth, he wondered if this could be called make-up sex when they hadn’t really had a first date yet.
Vecchio made a fist in the spiky, blond hair, trying he damnedest not to come. He wanted this to last; it’d been way too long since this had happened to him.
He could feel Kowalski smile around his dick as if he knew he was driving Vecchio up a fucking wall and was enjoying every second of it.
Vecchio heard Kowalski take a deep breath right before his dick slid down Kowalski’s throat. Kowalski swallowed around the head of Vecchio’s cock, making Vecchio’s hips try vainly to push further in.
“Jesus, fuck, Kowalski,” Vecchio panted, yanking on the blond spikes now by way of a warning.
Kowalski backed off, but didn’t pull all the way off. He just put his right hand back between his lips and the base of Vecchio’s dick and pumped while he sucked on the head. Vecchio howled as he came.
Kowalski sat back in the passenger’s seat of the Riv and swallowed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now do you believe I’m sorry?”
“Yeah, I believe you,” Vecchio admitted while he tucked himself away, avoiding Kowalski’s eyes the whole time. “You want me to—“ he asked vaguely, gesturing towards the bulge in Kowalski’s jeans. “I mean, I should probably apologize, too. This partnership thing is a two-way street, right?”
Finally finding enough spine to look up from Kowalski’s crotch, Vecchio saw Kowalski flash him a smile full of promise. “Oh yeah.”
The sound of buttons popping on Kowalski’s 501’s made Vecchio’s mouth water.
Vecchio twisted around and grumbled about the steering wheel digging into his hip before he dove down onto Kowalski’s cock, sucking and licking for all he was worth. When Kowalski came in his mouth, he wondered if this could be called make-up sex when they hadn’t really had a first date yet.
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