Alex and I were sprawled on his couch, the latest popular gay romance books scattered across the coffee table like guilty evidence. We had just finished arguing over which one had the hottest slow-burn tension when he leaned in with that smirk I knew too well.
"You keep saying the characters in those books talk too much before they fuck," he said, voice low and teasing. "But here you are, still chatting instead of showing me how it should go."
I laughed, heart already kicking faster. "Oh, so now you're volunteering to be my test subject? Careful, Jordan. Those books get filthy once the dialogue starts."
Alex shifted closer, his knee brushing mine. "Filthy sounds perfect. Start with the banter, like they do. Tell me what you'd do if I were one of those brooding book boyfriends."
I reached over and tugged his shirt collar, playful but deliberate. "First, I'd tell you to shut up and kiss me like you mean it. Then I'd say how badly I want to taste every inch of you while you beg for more. Sound like your kind of popular gay romance books scene?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead he closed the gap, mouth hot and eager against mine. We kissed messy and laughing at first, teeth clicking because neither of us could stop grinning. His hands slid under my shirt, palms warm on my skin.
"God, your mouth," he murmured between kisses. "Better than any chapter. Keep talking, though. Tell me what happens next in this story."
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "Next? I get you naked and see if that smart mouth of yours can still form sentences once I'm sucking you off. Think you can handle that kind of plot twist?"
Alex groaned, already tugging his shirt over his head. "Challenge accepted. But fair warning, I'm going to narrate the whole damn thing back to you."
We stripped fast, clothes landing in careless heaps. I pushed him onto his back on the couch, settling between his spread thighs. His cock was already hard, flushed dark, and I wrapped my fingers around it, giving one slow stroke while I talked.
"Look at you, all eager. In those popular gay romance books they always act surprised, but not us. I know exactly how much you want this." I leaned down and licked a stripe up the underside, tasting salt and heat. "Mmm. Tell me how it feels."
"Fucking incredible," he gasped, hips twitching. "Don't stop narrating. Say something dirty about how you're going to take me apart."
I took the head into my mouth, sucking lightly while my hand worked the shaft. Between strokes I pulled off just long enough to speak. "I'm going to get you nice and wet, then flip you over and eat you out until you're begging me to fuck you. Those books always skip the details, but we're not skipping anything tonight."
Alex's laugh turned into a moan as I swallowed him deeper. His fingers threaded into my hair, not pushing, just holding. "Jesus, Alex. Keep going. Tell me what you're going to do after you make me come with your tongue."
I worked him steadily, bobbing my head, letting the wet sounds fill the room while I occasionally pulled back to answer. "After that? I'm going to slick myself up and slide inside you slow, so you feel every inch. Then I'm going to pound you until the only words left in your vocabulary are my name and 'harder.' How's that for dialogue-heavy?"
He was panting now, thighs trembling. I let him slip from my mouth and manhandled him onto his stomach, spreading him open. My tongue found his hole and he cursed loudly, pushing back against my face.
"Goddamn, that's it," he babbled. "Fuck, your tongue feels so good. In the books they always go straight to the main event, but this…
this is better. Don't stop talking while you do it."
I licked and sucked, occasionally pulling away to murmur against his skin. "You taste so good. I'm going to fuck you so deep you'll feel it tomorrow. Want me to tell you exactly how I'm going to stretch you open?"
"Yes," he hissed. "Tell me everything."
I reached for the lube we'd left on the table earlier and slicked my fingers. One slid inside him easily as I kept talking. "First one finger, then two, twisting until you can't stay still. Then I'm going to line up and push in while you tell me how full you feel."
By the time I had three fingers working him open, Alex was rocking back shamelessly, voice wrecked and playful all at once. "You're such a tease. In those popular gay romance books the hero would already be balls-deep. Get in me already or I'm taking over the narration."
I laughed, withdrawing my fingers and slicking my cock. "Bossy. Fine. But you're still going to narrate how it feels when I slide home."
I pressed in slowly, watching every inch disappear. Alex moaned loud and long. "Oh fuck, yes. You're thick, stretching me just right. Keep going, tell me what you're seeing."
"I'm seeing you take every bit of me like you were made for it," I said, bottoming out and grinding deep. "Now hold on, because the next chapter is filthy."
We moved together, the couch creaking under us. I thrust steady and deep while the words kept flowing between us, teasing, filthy, full of laughter and gasps. Every time he tried to sass me I fucked him harder until his playful comments dissolved into desperate moans of my name.
When he came, it was with my hand around his cock and my mouth against his ear whispering exactly what I was going to do to him next time we picked up one of those popular gay romance books. I followed right after, buried deep, both of us shaking and laughing through the aftershocks.
Later, tangled together and sticky, Alex grinned at me. "We should annotate the margins of those books with our own scenes."
I kissed his shoulder. "Only if we keep the dialogue just as dirty."
