Deep Down for purpledodah

[jasonsnene]

Title:  Deep Down

Author:  jasonsnene

Pairing:  Wesley/Oz

Rating:  NC17

Warnings:  M/M, deepthroating

Beta: 

aayesha_r

 

 

For my sweetie

purpledodah, who wanted Wes/Oz and the prompt deepthroating from my kink bingo table.

 

 

 

 

There really weren’t words.  Hell, Oz knew a lot of words, could probably find the perfect one to describe what he felt for Wes.  Problem was, every time he thought of one, it just didn’t seem to fit.  Wes, well, he didn’t seem to mind, content with the words of love that they whispered in each other’s ears.

 

It wasn’t enough for Oz though.  He wanted to give Wes more.  This thing that they shared, it was special.  Neither of them had come into it exactly inexperienced, but Oz felt like he’d only ever really given himself to his watcher.

 

There was a big part of Oz that wished he’d been pure when he’d given himself to Wes for the first time.  He’d never really been the romantic sort, and had just thought of sexuality as something that you did for pleasure.  Then Wes came along and blew that notion right out of the water.

 

He got it now, why some people waited.  But he hadn’t, and Oz wasn’t really the sort to live on regrets.  He’d just have to find something else that was just for Wes, something that he’d never done for anyone else before.

 

He had an idea on that.  Wes really loved to be gone down on.  Really loved it.  The sounds he made were just unbelievable when Oz sucked him just right, or licked some sensitive spot that made Wes arch into him.  It hadn’t really been Oz’s favorite thing to do before.  He’d done it, but really didn’t get pleasure from it.  Until Wes.

 

And now Oz was thinking, as he knelt here between Wesley’s legs, Wesley’s hands gripped tightly in his hair, that there was something he’d never gotten up the nerve to try before.  It required a lot of trust, and Oz had that for Wesley, more than he’d ever trusted anyone before.

 

So it seemed perfect.  If he could do it.  Bracing his hands on Wesley’s hips, he held his lover still for a moment while he worked up his courage.  He wasn’t really big on being defenseless, and not breathing, letting someone push into your mouth so hard that they closed off your throat, well, that was about as defenseless as you got.

 

Wes, sensing something was rolling through Oz’s mind, tried to pull away.  Oz held him in place.  Roaming his hands over Oz’s hair, Wesley stilled, letting Oz work through whatever it was that was bothering him.

 

When Oz looked up at him, eyes full of trust and love, Wesley’s knees nearly buckled.  He’d never had anyone look at him that way before.  Oz seemed to find what he was seeking in Wesley’s gaze, because his eyes lowered again, and in one motion, he leaned forward and pulled Wesley’s cock deep inside his mouth.

 

Wesley froze, his body screaming in pleasure but his mind focused on his lover.  Oz was gagging, gasping for breath as he forced Wesley’s cock deep into his throat.  Wesley wanted to pull away, wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to, but he couldn’t.  He just stayed frozen, letting Oz work his way down until his nose brushed Wesley’s stomach.

 

Then Oz swallowed.  Wesley had to pull his hands away from Oz’s head.  The temptation just to grab hold of Oz’s hair and keep himself buried in that tight moist heat was nearly irresistible. 

 

Oz pulled away and looked up at him.  His eyes were watering and his lips were red.  But he was smiling.  Wesley risked putting his hand back, running his fingers through Oz’s short curls and returned the smile.  “Oh, baby.  That was…”

 

He couldn’t finish, because Oz went and did it again.  Wesley’s hand clenched and his hips jerked.  Oz pulled out, pushed down again, swallowed.  Wesley moaned, nearly crying, holding onto Oz with everything he had. 

 

When Oz swallowed again, Wesley couldn’t stop, and his orgasm burst from him, flowing into Oz’s hot mouth and straight down his throat.  He could feel the muscles in Oz’s throat working him, still swallowing around him, and Wesley continued to spasm as his cock was stimulated.

 

Oz pulled off, still smiling, but rubbing his throat with a slight grimace.  Wesley’s knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground next to his lover, awed by the trust Oz placed in him. 

 

“How was it?” His voice was raspy, his eyes still watering and one hand was still rubbing at his throat. 

 

Wesley simply didn’t know what to say.  “You are amazing.”

 

Oz chuckled and kissed him.  Wes kept it tender, pouring everything he had into the simple touch.  His fingers crept up, wiping away the tears that had escaped from Oz’s watery eyes and by the time he ended the kiss, they had all been wiped away. 

 

He planted another kiss at each corner of Oz’s mouth, nibbled his way down his jaw to his throat, trying to love the pain away.  There would never be anyone else for him.  His Oz, who trusted him implicitly, who was willing to try something that obviously scared him, just to make sure Wesley knew.

 

Wesley pulled away again, fingers still running over that precious face.  He knew, deep down, that Oz was his one, his only.  He didn’t need the act to prove it.  Lowering Oz to his back, Wesley covered him gently and set out to show Oz, without words, just how much his love was returned.