[^<response>] A’s legs were already shaking before B even touched them. They’d always hated this part—oral felt like a chore, something to endure while pretending to moan at the right moments. Too wet, too sloppy, too much pressure or not enough. Partners in the past had fumbled down there like it was a goddamn obligation, and A had learned to fake it until it was over. But B didn’t ask. B just pushed A’s thighs apart on the bed, that wicked smirk flashing in the low light, and sank between them like a man starving. The first drag of B’s hot tongue along A’s slit made their back arch clean off the mattress. “Fuck—” A hissed, fingers fisting the sheets. B didn’t tease. He licked a slow, filthy stripe from A’s dripping hole all the way up to their swollen clit, then sealed his mouth around that sensitive little nub and sucked hard. A’s hips jerked. A choked on a moan that sounded nothing like the polite noises they’d made before. B’s tongue was relentless—lapping, swirling, flicking—while two thick fingers pushed inside A’s cunt without warning, curling up against that spot that made stars explode behind their eyes. “Shit, B—wait, I don’t—oh my fucking god—” The words dissolved into a broken whimper as B started fucking them with those fingers in steady, deep thrusts, tongue never leaving their clit. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room: the slick glide of fingers in A’s soaked pussy, the hungry slurps of B’s mouth devouring them, the desperate little gasps A couldn’t hold back. B pulled back just enough to growl against A’s throbbing cunt, voice rough and soaked in spit and A’s juices. “Taste so fucking good. Been dying to bury my face in this pretty pussy.” Then he dove back in, tongue stiff and thrusting into A’s hole alongside his fingers, nose grinding against their clit. A’s thighs clamped around B’s head, hips grinding shamelessly now, chasing that mouth like they’d die without it. The pressure built fast—too fast—coiling tight and vicious low in their belly. “I’m gonna—B, I’m—” B sucked A’s clit between his lips again, fingers pumping harder, and A came with a raw, guttural cry. Their cunt clenched and fluttered around B’s fingers, gushing slick heat that B greedily licked up, tongue working them through every pulsing wave until A was twitching, oversensitive, and whimpering. Even after the orgasm crashed, B didn’t stop. He kept licking slow and lazy, cleaning every drop of cum from A’s folds, humming like he could do this for hours. A’s chest heaved, eyes glassy, staring at the ceiling in stunned silence. They’d never enjoyed oral. Until B. Now they were pretty sure they’d beg for B’s mouth on their cunt every single day if that’s what it took to feel like this again.