Taking his time, Beto laps over him again, experimenting with sucking on him and smiling around Aiden’s length when he whimpers for it. He loves it, loves how responsive Aiden is to everything he does, even if he isn’t all that confident yet. Though when a shaky hand presses to the back of his head in encouragement, heat flares through Beto, spurring him on. He wraps his hands around Aiden’s hips and mimics all the things Aiden has already done to him, pulling back and looking up as Aiden repeatedly curses.
“Am I doing okay?”
“f**k,” Aiden says again, gently guiding Beto’s mouth back down on him.
Beto is happy to oblige, already sure of at least some ways he can make Aiden writhe and call out the most. Though after a while, his jaw aches, and despite trying to work through it, he has to
