Ari bursts out laughing. "What did she tell you? 'You'll never fit that into someone'?"

"Yes! Now I see why! How am I meant to put that in my mouth, let alone -" He shakes his head. "Not that it's not glorious."

"Would you like me to show you?"

Tintin's breath catches in his throat.

"Yes. Sir."

Ari taps on the console again, coming up with a small bottle of oil with a dropper cap. Gently, he dabs a bit on the corners of Tintin's mouth, the hinges of his jaw, and the hollow of his throat. He smears it around with his thumb. Then he sets it aside and leans back on his elbows, his erection standing proudly in the air.

"Now, suck my cock," he says matter-of-factly.

Tintin breathes in deeply. He leans over and tentatively licks the tip of Ari's prick.

It's amazing, just texturally. It's - solid, smooth, palpably straining under tension. He reaches out and takes the shaft in hand, pulls the foreskin back, inhales again. There's a smell of sweat and something else that makes his own dick jump. Absently, he reaches down to finger himself.

Ari grabs Tintin's arm. "Not yet."

Oh. That's... better, actually.

He lets Ari pull his arm back up, and reaches out with that hand to fondle Ari's balls as the other slowly strokes his shaft. He wraps his lips around the tip, and slides down, expecting to feel his lips starting to crack once it widens.

That... doesn't happen. He feels his lips stretch, and stretch, and he's got his mouth stretched around Ari's ridiculous cockhead.

He suckles on it for a bit, lost in sensation.

There's a rumble deep in Ari's throat, like he's a lion in the sun. "Good boy," he murmurs.

There's a part of Tintin that likes that very much.

He bobs up and down, flicking his tongue across the slit when he comes to the top, breathing through his nose. He's still only able to get a few inches down, even with whatever oil Ari applied letting him practically unhinge his jaw; he doesn't want to trigger his gag reflex.

Ari appreciates his ministrations, but after a few up-and-down bobs, he reaches out and grips Tintin's hair firmly.

"It seems like you need some help," he says.

Then he shoves Tintin's head down, until his nose is buried in Ari's thick blonde pubes.

Tintin thrashes, and feels his life flash before his eyes, before he realizes that... it doesn't hurt. It doesn't even feel uncomfortable. Ari's cock is well past the back of his throat and taking up real estate in his esophagus, and he feels fine. He's not gagging, he doesn't feel bruised or raw. He's just full. But he's fine.

Well, actually, he can't breathe. His trachea is pretty thoroughly blocked by Ari's monster cock, which might eventually be a problem.

Even as he has the thought, Ari's pressing something into his hand. It's round and smooth and cold. As soon as his fingers clasp around it, he can breathe again. How he's breathing is another question entirely, but that sure is air in his lungs. Cool and damp and sea-breezy.

"See? You just need to have a little faith."

Tintin would respond, but he really, really can't.

Instead, he tries experimentally to swallow, to contract his throat around Ari's length.

"Oh fuck - do that again -"

Well how can he refuse such a heartfelt request. He swallows again, and again, pumping his throat over Ari's cock. He's never done this before, but he's got remarkable bodily control.

Ari cums with a guttural shout.

Tintin has very little choice but to swallow as the ropes of cum paint the inside of his throat.

Fortunately, he'd want to anyway.

Ari pants as he withdraws gently from Tintin's mouth.

"Nicely done. For a first-timer, at least."

"I live for constructive feedback," Tintin says, futilely wiping at the drool on his chin.

"I don't actually have any, I was being a prick. You're amazing."

He leans down and catches Tintin's mouth in a kiss.

Squeak!

Tintin kisses back. Ari tastes lovely. Like vanilla and lavender.

Eventually Ari breaks off the kiss to take another afterglow potion from the nightstand and drain it. His cock perks back up immediately.

"Now. I believe you mentioned wanting me to fuck you. 'However I wanted'."

"Yes, I did." Tintin glances back down at Ari's monster cock, semi-involuntarily.

Ari grins. "Well, I think what I want right now is to take you from behind. Bend over."