Red vs Blue pt 2

[agnominal]

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[lovernotafighter]

Tucker wished his brain wasn't so much mush at the moment so he could remember every detail of Lucio later on: the way those eyelashes laid on against his dark cheeks when they closed, the pink of his tongue with those fingers in his mouth, every tone of every moan while water splashed against them. He wished that he could recall the taste of that sweat on his tongue, mingling in with the taste of Lucio's mouth. He wished he could find words for the texture of that appendage playing with his dick...and now his sack. Better than lubed up silicone for sure.

But he would always fall short, because this was the shit of fantasies, way more thrilling than anything that could happen in reality. And that frustrated him...or would if he wasn't leaving forward to trail his tongue against the tentacle at his partner's mouth.

What? You only get one shot at something like this, and he was too turned on not to want to taste what this fucker had to offer. It wasn't like Lucio wasn't going to get the same opportunity in a minute here, with the way it was poised at his pried-open lips.

His hand moved a little faster on the musician's cock, quicker against the water's resistance, smooth and fluid. Dark eyes sparkled a little, because he had to know, he to--

"How deep is it?"

Tell him. Make the noises as Tucker pulled back his fingers so he could talk, wanting to know. Tucker was close, so close, bordering on the line with the more it kept touching him, the more it stroked and searched and put on the most beautiful display with Lucio next to him. He clutched Lucio's dick harder, down at the base, like a ring; one of them was going to get off first, and Tucker was silently calling dibs.