Can't Be Strong

Mike let his tongue run through John's slit before he took John's giant girth into his mouth. His teeth scraping ever so lightly. His tongue tracing the protruding vein that ran along John's erect member.

John gasped, clutching onto the seat for dear life.
"M-mike stop." He wasn't supposed to feel this way. He was supposed to make Mike feel this good. "I'm g-gonna hurt you." He was seconds away from bucking his hips and fucking Mike's mouth.

Mike shrugged, he was used to that. He brought his hand up to massage John's thigh's as he worked his mouth, bobbing his head.

"Mike." John begged. "I don't want to hurt you. Quit it." He moaned, hips shaking.

Mike only sucked harder, determined to make John feel good. Mike hummed, making his throat vibrate around John.

"Mike." He grunted. He couldn't hold back any more he thrust his hips deep into Mike's throat.

Mike forced himself not to throw up, he was positive something would be bruised or whatever, he could no longer even breath as John fucked his mouth.

"Mike, stop it." John moaned, forcing his hips to stay still.

Mike opened the car door and promptly split the contents of his stomach on the side walk. A few minutes later Mike closed the door and wiped his mouth. His breaths were shallower, his throat refusing to take in large amounts of air, hurting when he swallowed but even so, Mike went back to work, wrapping his lips around the head of John's erection.

"Mike!" John exclaimed. He grabbed Mike by the shoulders and pushed him off. "You're done."

Mike glared. "Why?" He croaked, and eye brow raised. He didn't see why John wouldn't let him make him feel good.

"You just puked for god's sake. I'm not gonna let you keep hurting yourself."

Mike pouted, he was just trying to make John feel good so maybe he would at least want to stick around for the sex.

"Mike relax. You don't have to do that. C'mere." John motioned for Mike to come closer and when he did he softly kissed his lips.

"I could have done more." Mike mumbled after the kiss. He enjoyed the kiss, it just made him feel so...happy. Mike shuddered at that.

John smiled.
"I don't have any lube." He frowned, sticking his finger in his mouth to wet it.

Mike smiled and took John's hands, wetting the fingers himself, his tongue massaging John's fingers, wetting them equally.

John didn't think it was possible to get turned on by someone licking your fingers but Mike proved that wrong.

Mike let the fingers go with a small, wet 'ploop'. "Now dont you wish you would have let me finish?"

"Nope." John smirked. "Are you ready?" John asked as he laid Mike on his back on the seat. He ran a wet finger down Mike's crack.

Mike shivered as he let out a small meow of approval. He was definitely ready for this.

John smiled, leaning down to kiss Mike's lips once more before gently inserting a finger.

Mike made a small uncomfortable noise, his walls tightened around the fingers he tensed up.

John pushed past the ring of muscle and slid in annother finger, scissoring them.

Mike squirmed, the pain and pleasure combined was making him crazy. Mike hissed as he was stretched.