"Date" Is Something Bros Do, Right?

"Spread your legs," he said, fetching it from the drawer. A piece of paper that read "Hamon Oil" in a hasty scrawl had been glued to the bottle of olive oil, as though that made its location less conspicuous. Rolling his eyes, Caesar returned to Joseph, already pouring the oil onto his fingers.

"You feeling relaxed?"

"About as much as I can," he mumbled, trying to focus on Caesar and not his embarrassment.

He slid his fingers over Joseph's ass, getting his hole as wet as possible. He massaged it with a finger, careful not to be too rough.

Joseph nearly jumped out of his skin.

"N-no! No, no!" he squeaked, and he grabbed Caesar's hands and shoved them away. "No fucking way!"

He couldn't suppress his smile. "What's wrong? I thought you were just desperate to get off."

"A-are you fucking serious?!" he cried. Joseph could feel the embarrassment rushing back into his voice. "There's not fucking way we're doing...that!"

"I'll make sure you get off, don't worry--you're in experienced hands. Besides, if you didn't want this, you would have been more specific."

"F-fine! I'll be more specific, okay?!" he huffed angrily. "I-it's not like I thought you would...never mind, just...just give me a handjob for fuck's sake."

Joseph didn't think his heart could handle anymore of Caesar being an asshole. He was liable to just die of embarrassment any second now.

Caesar leaned down and licked the tip of Joseph's cock, exhaling warm breath onto it. then he took to tip into his mouth and gave it a good suck, like he would with a woman's clit. His eyes never left Joseph's face; he wanted to see his reaction.

Joseph inhaled sharply, his heart pounding so hard against his chest he thought it would break his ribs. Caesar was such a bastard toying with him like this. He bit his lip as he looked down at him; it was strange how absolutely enticing it was to see him in such a position. Joseph told himself he was going to push him away, but instead he nestled his fingers into Caesar's hair.

Caesar took a little more of him into his mouth, and started doing more work with his tongue. He traced the letters of Joseph's name, as he had done with many a woman before. With one of his hands, he stroked Joseph's cock; the other he slid over his ass again, inching it closer to its former position.

Joseph inhaled sharply, digging his fingers into Caesar's hair. He panted quietly, watching Caesar as he sucked on him.

"C...Caesar," he began quietly, almost hoping he might not hear. "...uh, you can uh...y'know."

He rubbed him there again, just as gently as before. He was considerate about it, too; he sucked and stroked his cock at the same pace. He kept very quiet, listening to Joseph's breathing, what he could feel of his pulse. He kept glancing at his face, making sure he was enjoying it.

And Joseph was enjoying it, perhaps even more than he'd like to admit. If Caesar was good at kissing, then he was excellent at this. He covered his face as his moaning became louder. It felt so good, much better than he had imagined it would.

He slowly slid in a finger, hoping Joseph wouldn't tense up. He licked his dick like a popsicle he was intent on melting, doing so in the showiest manner possible. Female partners had done similar things to him before, and it had always worked.

As he continued to pleasure him, he noted the soft shudders currently running through Joseph's body; he was getting closer and closer.

Joseph moaned loudly as Caesar inserted a finger, biting his lip. He didn't want to admit it, but it felt surprisingly good. He moaned louder than he meant to now, so close he was sure it wouldn't take much more. His grip on Caesar's hair tightened still as he moved his hips.

Caesar bobbed his head up and down on Joseph's cock, sucking on it as hard as he could. He pushed his finger in further, and began to thrust it in and out. Joseph's body shook in his hands. Between the view of Joseph writhing in pleasure and the sounds of his moans, Caesar found he was hard himself.

Joseph shuddered as he came, digging his fingers into Caesar's hair and moaning much louder than he meant to. He panted loudly afterwards, thoroughly exhausted from just that.

Caesar stroked him some more, pumping the last of Joseph's cum into his mouth.  He pounced on him, taking advantage of his slack-jawed state to give him a full on sloppy French kiss.

Joseph was too surprised to kiss back at first, but he did kiss back. He wrapped his arms around Caesar and squeezed him tightly against him chest.

"What, you like the taste?" he teased, groping Joseph's ass. "How was it?"

"No," he snapped. "It was...really good." Joseph flushed redder. "If you want, I mean, we don't have to stop..."

"Are you offering to return the favor?" he asked, nipping his earlobe. "I wouldn't be opposed--it's only fair, right?"

Joseph gasped, flushing red at his own reaction. Was he really getting hard again already?

"...if you want," he said quietly. "I-I mean, it's not like I know what I'm doing..."

"You've jerked off--it's a little like that, just do what you remember feeling good. I've never given a blowjob before, but apparently I'm great at it. Not that I'm surprised."