Dexter teaching me tricks...

It's not all about the cock, Dexter's thought was only slightly patronizing, but Foster was still a little concerned about how the watchmaker's other half would react.  Although this little lesson had been Gabriel's idea, he couldn't help wondering why he had to be in the line of fire while Dexter shared information.  The mental grumbles that Dexter understood how Foster ticked more than Gabriel did had been getting distracting though.

I never thought I'd hear you say that, Gabriel commented dryly.  Dexter chose to ignore the barb, instead planting a row of soft kisses along Foster's flank, making the nurse squirm.

Are you paying attention or not?

I'm watching.  I'm wondering what's taking so long, but I'm watching.

Foster gasped as Dexter ran a hot tongue tongue across his testicles.  You've got to build up with little things.  Anybody can flip a truck, metaphorically speaking.  But with a little finesse...

You're suggesting I bring a truck to bed?

Stop being facetious.

Foster reached down and slid his hand under Dexter's chin, forcing his face up so he could look him in the eyes.  “You know,” he panted, “You two arguing is really distracting...”  

The sudden flicker of annoyance across Dexter's features served as an advance warning, but he still wasn't fast enough to get his hand clear before Gabriel took over and bit him in the thumb, hard.  “Ow! Shit!  What was that for?”

“Don't disturb my lesson,” Gabriel growled, releasing Foster's hand.  A quick inspection proved he'd bitten down to the nerves, Foster scowled at the killer while he waited for the wound to heal.  Gabriel scowled back for the briefest moment, then retreated behind Dexter.

Carry on, the killer thought, magnanimously, I'm listening.

You start small, Dexter continued, licking a tormenting trail up Foster's torso.  And then you start to build up. He found Foster's right nipple and licked over it, then blew cold air across the damp spot, making Foster gasp at the sudden hot/cold sensation.  

I've done this bit before, believe it or not.

But you need to watch, Dexter replied, turning his attentions to Foster's other nipple.  Wait until it all comes together, and he makes sense.

What the hell are you twittering on about?

Watch him.

Watching.

Dexter started to work his way down again, making Foster squirm and cry at every tiny touch, every lick.  He stopped at Foster's cock, licking from the base to the tip, not in one long swipe but instead lapping around it, as if licking a candy cane.  He sucked Foster into his mouth, forcing himself to take the whole erection, slowly engulfing it all.  Foster clenched his teeth and knotted his hands into the sheets.

I thought you said it wasn't all about cock?

Watch him.

Still watching.

Dexter pulled back again, excruciatingly slowly, hollowing his cheeks with suction.  The moment he was at the head of Foster's cock he started to push down again, taking him all.  He repeated the motion, speeding it up, making Foster keen and arch his back.

And we're still fixated on the cock?  I know this bit.

Shut up Gabriel.  I thought you wanted to learn something?

“Fuck, you two are distracting!”

Shut up you.

“Dex, I don't know what you're trying to show him, but I'm not going to last long like this,” Foster whimpered through clenched teeth.

He'll spot it in a minute, don't worry...

What am I supposed to...OH!  I get it!

“What have you seen?” Foster asked, curious suddenly.

How to make you tick differently.

Foster didn't have time to think that through, he almost screamed in frustration as Gabriel stopped the pumping motion.  The cry very nearly escaped again when he felt the watchmaker pull away from his cock entirely.  “Oh jeez, don't stop!”

Dexter grinned at him, and Foster couldn't decide if it was mischievous or evil.  He decided on evil as the watchmaker ignored his cock and started to kiss a warm trail down his leg.

“Where the hell are you going?  Dex, don't stop the blowjob!  Oh fuck!”

Don't touch yourself! Dexter's inner voice snarled.  Foster felt his wrists being pinned to the bed and it was unexpectedly erotic, Dexter wasn't usually so domineering.  Gasping, the nurse wondered what the hell was going on, even more so when he felt Dexter start to knead his toes.  It felt good, there was no denying that, but his cock was screaming for attention.  And being ignored.  Dexter kissed his ankle, tickling, then nuzzled his instep.  After a brief exploration of his toes, Dexter started to kiss up his leg again, nibbling at the skin of his thigh, nuzzling into the back of his knee.  He reached his groin and started to slowly lick across Foster's balls, delicate, excruciating, licks that made Foster almost giddy with frustration and want.  Then he claimed the nurse's erection again, slowly working his way up and down the shaft, making Foster whine and pump his hips.  Just as Foster thought he was going to come, Dexter pulled away once more.  Foster almost bit clean through his lip in frustration, filling his mouth with the hot tang of blood.

I want to taste that, Gabriel whispered in the back of Dexter's head.

Works for me, Dexter replied.  Foster groaned as Dexter leaned against him, the weight was oddly comforting, and if he squirmed he could rub his cock against Dexter's belly, it was better than nothing.  Dexter smiled at him and kissed him, a slow, hungry kiss.  Foster made a mental note to convince the watchmaker to take charge more often, even if he was a maddening tease.  He almost rethought the sentiment as Dexter pulled his belly up and away, denying Foster the relief of being able to rub against him.

“Dexter, please, please, I'm so close...”

“I know you are,” Dexter murmured, kissing gentle kisses along his throat and collar-bone.  “That's the problem.”

“It's not a problem,” Foster growled.  “You know I can be ready again in a few minutes...”

Show off.

Dexter grinned and pulled one of Foster's hands up, sucking his fingers into his mouth.  Foster gasped at the sensation, the warm tug.  He wanted that pressure wrapped back around his cock again, but he didn't know how to get Dexter to obey.  Dexter released his fingers and started to kiss down his arm.  Slow, tortuous kisses, making Foster gasp and keen and arch his back, he was taut as a bow string when Dexter started to kiss down his belly again.  

This seems almost...cruel...

Shhh...it's not.  Believe me.

“Yes it fucking is Dex!” Foster snarled.

You know I don't like it when you call me Dex...

Uh-oh, you're in trouble now, Gabriel sniggered.  Foster whimpered as Dexter's kisses changed direction, sliding back up towards his face, more importantly, away from his cock.

“Oh fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” the nurse whimpered.

Too late now.  Dexter started to lick steady circles into the skin of Foster's neck, making the nurse buck and shake at the stimulation.  It felt incredible, but the sensation wasn't where he needed it to be, and consequently it was exquisite torture.  Foster whimpered and shook as Dexter started to lick his nipples again, nibbling and biting, lapping across his pectoral muscles in long swipes.  He was very carefully keeping his body away from Foster, away from his bucking hips, not allowing the nurse to thrust against him.

 

As Foster writhed, Dexter started to stroke him, gently, quick flicks of fingertips touching against his skin.  And then he got it, lost in the sensations of being touched he finally registered Dexter's hot wet mouth being wrapped around his cock again, he thrust into it, aware he was taking the watchmaker by surprise but too desperate to care and the world retracted into sensation and the stars behind his eyes.  Foster collapsed, shuddering, onto the bed, completely spent, massive aftershocks still wracking him as Dexter continued to suck, and lick, and nuzzle, forcing every last tremor of pleasure out of him.  

I think you broke him.

He'll be fine. Won't you Foster?

“Umphababballanam...”

See, completely fine...

Okaaaayyy...now what?

Now we give him a few minutes to recover...  Dexter replied.  He wiped his lower lip carefully, removing a tiny dribble of missed cum.  Foster was still shivering, trying to curl around himself protectively, form a foetal ball.

“Fuck,” the nurse whispered as soon as he'd got basic motor function back under control.  “I think my brain just blew a fuse.”

“Was it good?” purred Dexter.  He snuggled into Foster's arms, laying tiny kisses along the nurse's chest.

“Amazing.”

So what now?  Or do I have to listen to this mutual love fest until I throw up?

Now it's your turn to repeat the exercise.  Show me what you've learned...

“Gabriel,” Foster interrupted, suddenly a little panic-stricken. “If I asked you to wait a bit, give me some time...how would you react?”

“Are you asking me to leave you alone?” Gabriel growled threateningly, taking over from Dexter almost seamlessly.

“No, it's a hypothetical question.”

“I would be upset, because that would mean you don't need me, you only need Dexter.  I would be surplus to requirements.  Not special enough for you.  Are you going to ask me to leave you alone?”

Foster made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob.  Gabriel dug his fingernails into the nurse's leg as he waited for the answer.  “No,” Foster whispered finally.  “Don't stop babe.”

“Whatever you want,” Gabriel purred, licking a hot trail up his thigh.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuckyoutwoaregoingtobethedeathofme...”

“Are you complaining?”

“Wouldn'tdreamofitOOOHHH!”

Good boy.