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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Pandora_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Gilbert_Nightray/Oz_Vessalius
  Character:
      Gilbert_Nightray, Oz_Vessalius
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Oral_Sex, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-22 Words: 1645
****** Sized Accordingly ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Oz wants something. It's a little too big. He goes for it anyway.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
  It isn’t the first time they have done this. It is merely the first time they
have done this in this particular manner. Admittedly, the lack of reciprocation
is not Oz’s fault.

  Just as the steadily increasing difficulty of the task is not Gilbert’s.

  Oz gulped then flattened his mouth into a thin line, and Gilbert wants to
sigh, and squirm away all at the same time at the sight of his master’s
determined expression. Mostly though, he wants to zip up his pants.

  “Oz…” Gilbert started, and then trailed off. How could he say it in a way
that wouldn’t offend his master? It wasn’t Oz’s fault he had been sucked into
the abyss, and that Gilbert had ten years of time in which to grow. Just as it
was not Oz’s fault that the shaky blowjob Gilbert had given him a few days
before the coming of age ceremony couldn’t be returned for so long.

  And to be honest, it had been ten years with just his hand, and the thought
of Oz in the exact position he was in. However, normally, in Gil’s fantasies,
Oz wasn’t looking at his cock like it was a poisonous snake, as he was now.

  Oz still hadn’t moved, and Gil did sigh now, running a hand through his hair,
before reaching down, and trying to maneuver himself back inside his suddenly
ill-fitting black pants. “It’s fine Oz. I can wait until whenever you are
ready, really. I like touching you, let me-“

  “No!” Oz said, and he smacked Gilbert’s hands away, before wrapping a
cautious hand around the base of him. Gilbert hissed, and stared down. Oz’s
hand looked so small now, pale and white against his flushed skin, and Gil
worried that what they were doing was wrong. It was different when they were
both small, when he’d pushed Oz down that night, and sucked him slowly and
carefully, barely-there curls brushing his cheeks, and his master moaning so
sweetly underneath him. He thought they would grow together, that they would
mature together, and instead…

  Oz lapped curiously at the head, and his hand tightened as his did, making
Gilbert shudder, pulling him out of his thoughts. Oz was watching him with deep
concentration, as though his cock held all the secrets of the world. Gilbert,
reached out, and ran a hand, still gloved, through Oz’s hair, ruffling the
bright gold layers.

  “Really Oz,” He said softly. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t
want.”

  Oz shook his head vigorously, and now he was frowning, one hand still flexing
absently around Gilbert, distracting him terribly from the empathetic
expression he was trying to retain. “No. Gilbert, I want to do this. I…” And
now he was wearing the expression Gilbert used to imagine, when he rode his
palm to completion, eyes half-lidded. Such a dark green, mouth ripe and red,
and suddenly Oz leaned forward, lashes covering those dark eyes just a little
more, and sucked the head of Gil’s cock into his mouth, cheeks hollowing with
the pressure before pulling away with a pop. “I want you.”

  Gil let out a shaky sigh, his hand clenching on Oz’s hair, and Oz sucked him
in again hesitantly, before pulling back, and smiling, a little triumphantly.

  “You don’t taste half-bad!” Oz proclaimed smiling, and then his grin turned
into more of a smirk. “Now I know why Alice likes meat so much…”

  “Oz!” Gilbert cried out, mortified and then trailed off, his breath coming
more rapidly, as Oz began to work his hand, a slow, leisurely tug, and the
friction felt amazing, felt better than amazing, felt a million times better
than anything Gilbert had ever felt before. His mouth came back slowly, little
kitten licks edging around the head, and then flicking into the gaps left
between his fingers, before circling back upwards in a wet swipe to jut
curiously into the slit at the head, and Gilbert cried out in pleasure now, his
other hand burrowing in Oz’s hair.

  Oz pulled back slowly, but his hand kept moving a moment before pulling away,
and Gil knew his eyes were huge, his cheeks flushed. Oz smiled, and then licked
down his palm, coating his fingers and hand in sticky wet saliva, before
wrapping it back around Gilbert’s cock, and jerking, slow hard tugs that were
slowly pulling his brain from his ears. “Sorry. I need you to be wet.”

  “Wet…” Gil agreed in a dreamy voice, and then his eyes fluttered shut, and
Oz’s mouth wrapped back around him, and it was sinking lower and easier,
meeting up with his hand, and his mouth was hot, so hot. He could hear Oz, his
master, breathing in rough bursts through his nose, as he tried to sink more of
Gilbert’s cock down his throat. Oz’s mouth was wet, and his tongue twisted
around him, making Gilbert suck in a deep breath. He was going so deep, and
Gilbert felt his thighs begin to tremble, from trying to hold himself still
“Oz…”

  Gilbert could feel his lips curve into a smirk around him.

  Oz shoved himself closer, pulling his hand away to brace himself up, palms
flat on the floor to either side of Gil, eyes watering as he tried to push
himself deeper, forcing his mouth around the other man, and Gilbert could only
watch as his mouth stretched, a red ring around him, spit, and other things
dripping down his chin in strings.

  And then he choked.

  Gilbert cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily, giving him a moment of
bliss, before he went still trying to scoot away. Oz had tears running down his
face, and Gilbert panicked. “Oz, no. Oz!”

  He tried to pull the boy off, both hands buried in that soft golden hair, but
Oz ignored him, pushing further down, and Gilbert was buried in him now, the
rasp of Oz’s throat as it clenched around him involuntarily making him groan,
and close his eyes. He was afraid to pull for fear of hurting him, afraid to
let him continue for hurting him, and problem solving this complex wasn’t his
strong point right then. “Oz!”

  Gilbert sighed, as Oz came off of him with a wet pop, eyes opening slowly, to
look down at his master, his lover, his friend. The boys face was red, eyes
still watering, and his mouth was red and stretched. Gilbert pulled him up, one
hand still tangled in his hair, the other holding his arm steady, as he lifted
the other boy to his lips and kissed him thoroughly, pushing his tongue in
roughly to lick the taste of himself from Oz’s mouth. He could feel more than
hear Oz moan, and the thought made him smile.

  He pulled away slowly, and Oz frowned at him, one hand coming up to brush at
the tears leaking down his cheeks. “Stop it, stupid Gil. I wasn’t done yet.”

  Gil blinked, surprised and then pulled back. “But Oz-“

  Oz ripped out of his hands, and fell back down to his knees, and before
Gilbert could stop it, he had pushed his mouth around the older man, sucking
strongly, as though to stay. His lips were red and shiny with saliva where they
stretched around the width of him, and it felt. It felt like.

  Gilbert leaned back, his back pressing sharply into the stone steps they sat
on, his head hitting the ground with a sharp smack, but he didn’t even notice.
His hips were pushing helplessly up into Oz, and he was babbling, he knew he
was but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but what he was feeling now, and
he’d apologize to Oz later.

  Oz leaned back, and now he was just pumping Gilbert slowly, his palm against
Gil’s wet length making obscene sucking sounds, and Gil felt like he was
exploding, incredibly slowly. He opened his eyes, but it was a struggle, and Oz
was wearing the same cruel little smirk, he’d always worn when teasing him, and
to see it like this, made Gil’s stomach clench, a rush of heat filling his
body.
“Gil,” Oz said, and his hand sped a little to pump in time with the flow of his
words as though insuring Gil was listening. And Gil was. He was listening.
Very. Hard.“I want you to come down my throat.”

  Gil groaned and bucked into his hand, a shudder twisting through his body at
the thought of Oz, dirtied on his knees, swallowing every drop of him. Oz
smiled, a quick and dirty look, and this time, when Oz tried to press himself
down Gil helped, a hand guided the back of his head, supporting the angle of
his neck as he sucked. He could feel his body tightening, every muscle tensing
as he raced towards completion, and he was gasping, little mewing whimpers of
Oz’s name and his back arched, and he was coming, he was coming, and he shoved
Oz onto him, pushing himself into his master’s throat right as his spine arched
off the steps.

  Oz choked, and sputtered, head pulling back desperately as Gilbert flooded
him in a thick, hot rush, but the older man’s hand held steady, and Oz choked.
He could feel some of it running down his throat, but his mouth was full, and
he could feel how wet his chin and cheeks were, smeared with Gilbert’s….

  Gilbert was panting underneath him, eyes closed, but when Oz leaned up, and
kissed him, mouth sticky and sore, Gilbert kissed with a nearly painful
enthusiasm. Oz smiled a little, propping his chin on one hand, wiping at his
face absently with one hand. “Hey, Gil…”

  Gilbert blinked a little, and sat up enough to make eye contact.

  Oz grinned. “I can’t wait until I am big enough to do that to you.”

  “Oz!”
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