A groan slips past the Once-ler's lips, his face a light pink as he covers his eyes with a hand - the other gripping the sofa rather roughly to the point where his knuckles go white. He can hear Ted falling to his knees, his zipper being undone with unsteady trembling hands that make him want to regain control of the situation.

"Ted, you don't have to do this if you don't want to you know." The Once-ler hisses out, his voice strained as Ted pulls his zipper down all the way. Almost instantly he can feel a small hand wrapped around the base of his member. It makes him gasp, his hips fidgeting as he fights back the temptation to thrust into Ted's hand.

"But..." Ted manages to get out, his voice more needy than the Once-lers own as he replys with a quick soft lick to the top of the Once-ler's head that makes him groan despretely, "I want to." The words are so sincere that the Once-ler twitches in Ted's hand, his own hand dropping in order to see the sight before him.

Instantly his eyes meet liquid honey ones that are fogged with lust and want. Theres a tent in the Ted's pants too, but the brunette refuses to touch it himself with his other hand tightly grasping the Once-lers hip. His face is flushed a firetruck red and he's breathing so hard, it makes the Once-ler feel criminal.

Then Ted tilts his head downwards, his amber eyes still in contact with the Once-lers sapphire colored ones as he presses a soft kiss to the top of the mans member. It makes the Once-ler throb, biting at his lips. Oh and then the man shudders as Ted licks a long stripe down his member, his eyes still on his own. Oh and he's trying so hard not to buck his hips.

The friction, the heat is so undeinably good but theres so little that the Once-ler's aching for more and he just needs it. He feels so greedy, horrible for letting Ted do this, but all other thoughts go straight out the window as the brunette slips his lips over his head.

He starts to suck so softly that the Once-ler could just cry and when Ted moans, the musician can't help but thrust a little bit upwards so desprete to get more friction. That velvety slick tongue is driving the Once-ler wild by now, groans slipping from his lips.

Oh and Ted goes even further - he can't take all of him but fuck its enough as he drags his lips back up while his tongue laps and slides around the Once-ler's member. He does it like that only twice, letting go suddenly with a pop that leaves the Once-ler's member weeping at the top for more. Then Ted asks him panting and in a small voice,

"Am I doing this right?"

The Once-ler almost loses it right there.