I gulp, staring at the thick length right in front of my face, ice cream already melting in thin white streams down the shaft, Bael's hand still firm around my neck, and my mind goes completely blank.
I'm about to give a blowjob for the first time in my life.
Both lives.
I look up at Bael, meet his eyes for just a second, and see the challenge there, the expectation, the dark amusement waiting to see what I'll do.
Then I open my mouth.
I stick out my tongue, intending to just lick the ice cream off like he said, nice and simple and safe, but my mouth closes over the head instead.
The cold vanilla mixes with the heat of his skin, the taste of sugar and salt flooding my senses, and I swirl my tongue around the tip, catching melting ice cream and the slick precum underneath.
Bael groans.
The sound vibrates through him, raw and unfiltered, and something in my chest tightens at the knowledge that I caused that, that I can make him sound like that.
