Just Say It

Caesar pulled Joseph back into his lap as he caressed his face.

"If it's my fault, I better take responsibility and fix it then," he said matter-of-factly.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," he teased lightly. "Don't be afraid to tell me what you want."

"Do you do blowjobs too?" he teased in a cocky voice, though on the inside he felt warm and gushy and perfectly content. It was such a relief to just be able to touch Caesar. His hands roamed all over his back, just taking in the sensation of his skin, of the sculpted muscle underneath.

Caesar chuckled, kissing him on the lips. "You'd have to beg really well."

"You this much of an asshole with all those chicks you bring home?" he quipped. He was amazed by how calm he was able to sound; his heart was beating in his chest like a hummingbird's wings, and showed no signs of stopping any time soon.

"Come on, you don't have to be a douche about it--how about you do me, I do you, right? That's fair."

"I don't know, I don't really trust you to reciprocate," Caesar replied truthfully. "You won't even pay your share of the bill when we go out to eat."

Caesar smirked. "Maybe if you do me first, then I'll have nothing to worry about."

Joseph narrowed his eyes. "Caesar, I might die in a month. Would you honestly let me die without receiving a blowjob? Me first."

"Oh, what, is that what this is all about?" he teased. "Gee, I'm flattered you chose to sleep with me because you actually like me."

Caesar rolled his eyes as he planted kisses along Joseph's stomach, all the way down to his hips.

"'Course I like you, Caesar. You're the kind of guy who said yes, aren't you?" he teased, ruffling his hair. He shivered as Caesar kissed him.

"I have to admit...I didn't think it would be this easy."

"Oh, so now I'm easy on top of it all? You really know how to treat a partner, Jojo," Caesar scoffed, feigning insult.

He kissed Joseph on his thighs, taking his time making his way to his dick. Joseph still hadn't quite earned it yet, anyway.

"No, that's not what I meant!" he snapped, blushing. "I mean...if I had known you'd be this okay with it, I would've said something already. Been trying to find a way all fucking week."

Caesar felt his cheeks flush slightly.

"You're such a woman," he remarked as he groped Joseph's ass.

"You're the one preparing for a mouthful of dick!" he laughed. "Don't be scared by how big it is, okay? I know it must seem intimidating to someone less gifted."

Caesar laughed.

"Oh, really? I'm bigger than you are," he remarked, although he wasn't actually sure if his claim was true or not. Joseph was rather large. "Now shut up or I really won't suck your dick."

"Not my fault I'm the bigger one," Joseph grumbled, leaning back and growing quiet nonetheless. He tried not to leer at Caesar, but it was hard to look anywhere else. He couldn't wait to feel it.

Caesar wrapped his fingers around Joseph's dick as he leaned over and finally gave him one good kiss on the very tip. He looked up at Joseph as he ran his tongue over his cock.

Joseph let out a loud moan, almost more akin to a squeal. "Sh-shit," he muttered, surprised by the intensity of the sensation. Caesar's tongue was so slippery and warm. Even worse was his expression--completely unphased, like a woman in porn.

Caesar couldn't resist a chuckle as he experimentally ran his tongue up and down the entire length of Joseph's cock. It wasn't like he really knew what he was doing either, but Joseph didn't need to know that. Besides, Joseph had never gotten a blowjob before, he wouldn't know the difference between a good and a bad one.

Joseph indeed lacked the ability to differentiate between a good blowjob and a sub-par one. All he knew was that he wanted Caesar to run his tongue over every inch of his cock. He tried to come up with a way to phrase the request that wasn't too dirty or cheesy. After minutes of trying--his train of thought being obliterated intermittently by the sensation of Caesar's tongue--he just let out an exasperated sigh and reclined on his back, covering his red face with his arm.

"'S pretty good..." he mumbled.

Caesar resisted chuckling again as he looked up at Joseph. He was surprisingly adorable this way, although most of the people Caesar had slept with were in awe of his fantastic oral skills anyway. He supposed Joseph was no different.

He took the very tip into his mouth and attempted to get used to the sensation. It was different than anything he'd done before, although not completely different to how he'd imagined it to be. Caesar moved his tongue in circles and gently sucked, trying to gauge Joseph's reactions as he went along.

Joseph panted, biting his fingers.  "C-Caesar, maybe you should slow--" was all he could get out before a shudder racked his body and Caesar's mouth was suddenly very full of his seed.

Caesar pulled away, almost too shocked to react for a split second. He felt his face turn a deep red as he moved his hand to wipe the cum dripping from his still agape mouth. He wanted to chastise Joseph for not telling him but he was so embarrassed he couldn't even form the words.

Joseph froze, unwilling to speak at first.

"...So, uh, thanks," he said awkwardly, unsure of what he even needed to say. "I'm, uh...I'm good now."

Caesar laid down next to Joseph, trying to imagine that Joseph was just another one of his dates. It didn't help his nervousness nor did it change the unfamiliar taste in his mouth.

"How was it?" he asked.

"It...it was pretty good," he sighed. His face reddened shortly after. "W-why, do you want me to...?"