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They showered together before their dinners arrived—just a quick rinse before luxuriating together in the ultra-plush bathrobes provided by the hotel. Joe was sated, content, and sleepy as they ate together while watching whatever happened to be on TV. It was so surreal to be laughing at something as banal as Family Guy with Timothée Chalamet of all people. It hadn’t quite sunk in for Joe that Timothée really was just a guy like any other—he was still star-struck in a lot of ways, even as he got to know him on such an intimate, personal level. Once they were done eating, they curled up more closely together. Timothée had his legs swung over Joe’s lap and Joe was absently rubbing his feet. It was a nice, domestic kind of feeling.
“I’m really glad you’re here,” Timothée noted. He leaned over to peck Joe on the cheek. “I hope today hasn’t been too much for you.”
Joe chuckled. “Mmm. Well, it’s been just the right kind of too much,” he replied, finding himself instantly hard again from just that kiss. He glanced at Timothée blushing from the way his brain was screaming to him that he wanted more cock, nervous that Timothée might not find his level of horniness endearing. “I’m glad I’m here, too.”
“Yeah, but I get the sense there’s something you’re not saying?” Timothée said, his voice lilting upward to turn it into a question.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Try me.”
“Erm. Well. I don’t want you to think I’m a whore, but…,” Joe said, finding himself blushing.
“But…”
“I’d really, really like to give you a blowjob. Right now,” the twink admitted. He felt himself get a flash of confidence. “And I don’t need you to touch me or anything. I just want to make you feel good. Please?”
“Fuck,” Timothée gasped, before a grin spread across his face. “I do think you’re a whore, Joe, but that’s absolutely a good thing. My whore,” he whispered, his hand on the boy’s chin. Joe shuddered at that declaration. “Get on your knees, baby, and we’ll get you your dessert.”
Joe immediately slipped off the couch and got down on his knees in front of Timothée. The older actor swung his legs around and scooted forward on the couch. He unbelted his robe and opened it up, revealing that he was already fully hard.
“Do your job, slut,” Timothée ordered, his voice low and dark, though there was still playfulness in his eyes.
Eager to please, Joe leaned in to start by licking Timothée’s balls, eager to soak up the musky, masculine scent there that lingered after the short shower they shared together. Timothée urged him on as he licked and kissed up his shaft, and then took his head into his mouth. He hummed and sucked, slipping fully into the bliss that was subspace, focusing only on making his man feel good. Timothée began pulling on his hair, alternating between fucking his mouth and letting him have control of the pace.
“You are so fucking good at that,” Timothée praised.
That spurred Joe on to even higher levels of enthusiasm. He was able to get more and more of Timothée’s big cock into his mouth, the head of it brushing against the back of his throat and making him gag slightly. Timothée’s neatly trimmed pubes were taunting him, as he tried his very best to be able to put his nose into them. Joe found himself moaning around Timothée’s cock, as he was so intensely turned on by getting to service him.
More than that, Joe wanted to even the score. He was one orgasm ahead of Timothée, and he didn’t like that. It didn’t seem “fair.” He pulled out all of the tricks he had, going between swirling his tongue around the head of Timothée’s cock while wrapping his hands around his thick shaft to letting the whole thing impale his throat.
“I never want you to feel shy about asking for my cock ever again, got it?” Timothée asked, as Joe pulled off for a break to breathe. Joe nodded eagerly. “I’m gonna feed your slutty little mouth whenever you want.”
“Thank you, daddy,” Joe purred, trying that epithet on for size before he licked from Timothée’s balls all the way up to the tip of his cock. “I can’t believe how good you taste.”
Timothée responded by grabbing Joe’s hair and pulling him back so that he could lock his eyes on him. “I’d say I had no idea what an eager little sub you would be, but that’d be a lie. Open your mouth, boy,” he ordered.
Joe did exactly what he was told, and Timothée replied by spitting into his mouth. Though he wasn’t expecting that, he felt himself whimpering with pleasure at Timothée’s dominance. Joe took the head of Timothée’s cock back into his mouth, emboldened by Timothée’s enthusiasm to give him the best, most eager blowjob he could possibly manage.
Thanks to his muscles clenching and shuddering, Joe could tell that Timothée was close. He bobbed up and down on that big cock, whimpering with pleasure each time it hit the back of his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Timothée grunted. “I’m going to cum. Swallow it, baby.”
With that, Joe felt his mouth being filled up entirely by Timothée’s salty-sweet load. It was just a little bitter, but otherwise pleasant and even addicting. Joe dutifully swallowed everything, all the while continuing to suck gently on Timothée’s cock. Staying there and keeping eye contact until Timothée himself pulled back.
“Such a good boy,” Timothée praised, before leaning down to kiss Joe deeply. His long tongue found every inch of Joe’s mouth, as he licked the taste of himself out of his mouth. “Not too rough, right?”
“That was perfect,” Joe agreed, beaming. “Thank you.”
Timothée chuckled. “You’re welcome,” he said, seemingly amused to be thanked for being on the receiving end of a blowjob. “You really don’t want me to get you off?” he asked.
“Erm. I do. But later. When you’re ready to go again. So the score stays even,” Joe replied, with a grin.
“Ah,” Timothée replied, smiling softly. “I can work with that,” he agreed. “I didn’t realize this game had a score, though. Maybe I’d rather win, rather than just tie.”
Joe shed his robe as he stood up to straddle Timothée’s waist. He kissed him gently on the mouth, his hard cock bobbing up against Timothée’s abs.
“Mm. Well, you’re welcome to try,” Joe whispered.
Timothée responded by wrapping his arms around Joe and picking him up, carrying him through the suite and into the bedroom. He dropped him on the bed and crawled on top of him. Joe whimpered when he felt Timothée’s rapidly re-hardening cock rubbing up against his ass. It was going to be a very long night.