Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

td wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww tdtd If he had been in some other position besides the one that compromised his role, he would have responded a bit more sincerely to Zed and his heartfelt request. If Zed was capable of projecting such heartfelt sentiments, anyway. Even if the assassin had proved by several occasions that there was a tangible person capable of feeling emotion underneath that full suit of armor, it still surprised Ezreal to hear anything that sounded remotely romantic from Zed. It didn't suit him. The blonde knew better than to attach himself to those words, having known prior of the assassin's several flings with both men and women that had been just as gullible as he was to believe Zed. He wanted to believe him, but if he ended up as the butt no pun intended of some casanova's folly, he would be crushed. Not just disappointed, but utterly demolished from the inside-out, and all over something he knew was too good to be true. So, he returned Zed's toothy grin with a boyish smile, acknowledging the assassin's confession with a semblance of thanks. Even if it wasn't entirely the truth, Ezreal still felt a little better knowing it would have taken some gut for the apathetic assassin to even imitate the words of a concerned lover. That had to mean something. Make me do it? he scoffed, although the red hue flooding the apples of his cheeks betrayed his stubbornness. As if. The scenarios running rampant in the corridors of his imagination, however, did little to dissuade the blonde from hoping that Ezreal's tease would happen. His pants tightened a bit more at the thought of doing this at the assassin's mercy, only to return to his teammates with his knees caked with dirt and lips swollen and glossed over. But now was officially his first time of hopefully many more encounters to come, and Ezreal sat on his heels, waiting for Zed to disrobe himself with suspended anxiety. As the garment slid off the sculpted and jutting bone of his waist, his mouth pooled with saliva at the sight of the assassin's cock swinging out like an extra appendage. And his balls! He had never seen anything more erotic and mouthwatering than Zed's junk in full display. When his gaze tapered off the fat head, he briefly wondered how that would even fit inside his mouth let alone other , tighter parts of him. Mesmerized by lust, Ezreal gripped the base with a firmness he liked around his own cock, figuring that his experiences with masturbation would assist him now. Slowly, he dragged the foreskin up and down an inch, wrist swiveling so his movements weren't totally stiff, just how he liked it. You're so big, he whispered in awe, almost embarrassed at the thought of his own cock at least two inches smaller than Zed's. It was a subconscious stab at his masculinity one that he couldn't deny. He leaned up like a kitten starved of milk, soft, nude-colored lips pressing onto the side of the thick shaft before his tongue licked a wet stripe underneath it. The bead of precum clung to the tip and it tasted salty and sweet, a flavor he decided he loved the best when paired with the overwhelming smell of Zed's natural musk. He peppered kisses all over his cock like he worshiped it, shamelessly pushing his face into Zed's crotch to lap at his balls that were concentrated with the most musk. Mm, Zed... he moaned, his free hand traveling up the toned thigh that held Zed's ground and finally resting on his hip when he circled his tongue around the purplish crown. Twice, he flicked his tongue through the fleshy slit, tasting slippery precum, and even wiggled it inside to taste more before he stopped. He glanced upwards to gauge Zed's reaction, lazily taking the swollen head between his glossy lips. The sensation, or, rather, the idea of having another man's cock weighing against his tongue was at worst a foreign one, and he soon discovered that Zed's dick really was fucking huge . It hurt when he attempted to curl his lips around his rows of teeth and take more than he could suck. Just a few inches into his moist heat and he almost gagged at how Zed's cock so quickly neared the back of his throat. Sucking cock was no joke, was it? His cerulean eyes teared up instantly but they were far from blinking shut in defeat as his head bobbed, cheeks hollowing simultaneously. He never adjusted to the stretch, but there was something absolutely entrancing about the way Zed's cock tasted that pinned him in a lustful stupor. He even glanced up, his teary gaze blown wide and lips pursed prettily around the assassin's veined member as if to prove he was Zed's bitch with just one expression. Then, he choked. His gag reflex took him completely by surprise when he swallowed Zed's cock a bit too deep and immediately coughed in response. He tore his head away, clear throat slime and saliva dripping down his dick and mouth in messy globs. Was this what Zed had wanted when he had told him to dig in? It certainly sounded appropriate, given how sloppily Ezreal was scarfing down the assassin's cock like it was his favorite treat. So good, he hummed, realizing only then that he must have a masochistic streak to want Zed's cock lodging in his throat so deep that his eyes would tear up and his stomach twist. Again, he huffed. Fuck my throat, Zed, I can take it like a good boy this time. And just in case the assassin wouldn't oblige to his desperate request, the hand on Zed's hip grabbed his taut ass to tug him in, forcefully ramming his cock down the tight tunnel of his throat again. Glrrrch! he heaved, once more gagging as his nose pressed to the assassin's toned navel, burying itself in a lightly trimmed clump of hair. Zed couldn't see at this angle, but Ezreal's eyes had rolled back in pleasure and his hand on the assassin's dick had left it to cater to his own straining against his pants. When he pulled away for a breath, his face was flushed, chin dribbling with spit and his hand desperately stroking the few inches of his sun-kissed cock that peeked out of his waistband. I love your cock, he murmured, briefly making eye contact as his free hand stroked the base of the assassin's slippery dick. I love it so much. td