Charlie's name came next in Beckett's rigid alphabetical procession, and the room shifted with a collective, almost audible sigh of resignation. Beckett had barely finished announcing "Charlie initiates Phase 2" before the lanky, long-haired femboy was already on his feet, words exploding out of him like a dam had burst.
"Oh my god okay okay it's my turn I can't believe it's actually my turn I've been thinking about this since I walked in like literally since I saw you standing there all tall and strong and now it's happening and I'm so nervous my hands are shaking look—" He held them up, fingers trembling visibly, then immediately started peeling off his shirt without pausing for breath. "—I'm gonna take this off first because it's kinda in the way and oh wow the air feels cold on my skin but in a good way like tingly and I bet your hands are warm I mean they look warm can I hold one just for a second before we start no wait that's probably weird I'll just—"
He dropped the shirt somewhere behind him, revealing a narrow, almost fragile torso dusted with faint freckles across his collarbones. The long hair swung forward as he knelt between Kota's spread thighs, still talking the entire time, voice pitching higher with every sentence.
"Okay okay I'm kneeling now and your jeans are still on from before which makes sense because Carter was gentle but I'm not sure if I should unzip you or wait for permission or—oh my god I'm rambling again I know I know people always tell me to stop but it's like my mouth has its own motor and right now it's going a million miles an hour because your bulge is right there and it's so big even through the fabric I can see the shape and the head looks kinda flushed already and—"
Kota stared down at him, trying to summon focus, trying to block out the endless stream and just chase release as fast as possible. But Charlie's commentary was relentless, turning every tiny sensation into live narration. He tugged Kota's zipper down with shaking fingers, still talking.
"The zipper sound is so loud in my ears like a tiny metal whisper and now I'm pulling the waistband down and oh wow your boxers are wet from before that's so hot it smells kinda musky and salty and I'm gonna peel them down now okay here we go—"
The fabric slid past Kota's hips, cock springing free, still half-hard from Carter's turn and sensitive enough that the cool air made him twitch. Charlie's eyes went wide, pupils blowing out. "Oh my god it's even bigger up close the head is so shiny and there's that vein on the left side pulsing like it has a heartbeat of its own and the slit is leaking just a little bead of pre-cum and it tastes—oh wow I'm licking it now and it's salty warm velvet on my tongue like sea salt caramel but hotter and thicker and the texture is so smooth and—"
The room's initial amusement curdled fast. Carter giggled at first, glitter catching the LEDs as he leaned against the wall, but even he started shifting uncomfortably after thirty seconds of nonstop description. Toby buried his face deeper into his knees on the far end of the sofa. Gideon remained statue-still by the monolith, red eyeshadow unblinking. Mort's smirk faded into open irritation, arms crossed tighter over his crop sweatshirt. Corey, still lounging beside Kota, propped his chin on one hand and muttered, "Mate, we get it, it's a dick. Move on."
Charlie didn't. He wrapped his lips around the head, tongue swirling, and kept narrating around the mouthful. "Mmmph—the stretch is perfect my jaw is opening wider and the heat is flooding my mouth and the vein is throbbing against my tongue like it's alive and every time I suck the pre-cum beads up and it's so slippery and warm and oh god the way it twitches when I flick the underside is insane and your hips just jerked a little that was so hot did you feel that because I felt it all the way in my throat—"
Kota's head tipped back against the sofa, eyes squeezing shut. He wanted to finish fast—needed to—but the constant real-time commentary made him hyper-aware of every sensation. The wet heat of Charlie's mouth, the flutter of his tongue, the soft scrape of teeth he was clearly trying to avoid, the way his long hair brushed Kota's thighs with every bob. Normally he could zone out, chase the edge through muscle memory alone. Now every pulse, every slide, every tiny vibration from Charlie's vocal cords humming around him was being broadcast back to him in excruciating detail. It prolonged the build-up instead of rushing it. His balls drew up tight, pleasure coiling slow and maddening while Charlie kept going.
"—and now I'm taking you deeper and my throat is fluttering around the head and it feels so full and the musky taste is stronger here and your heartbeat is literally pounding against my tongue and oh my god you're leaking more and it's sliding down my throat and I'm swallowing around you and the suction is making this wet sound that's so obscene and—"
The room had gone from amused to hypnotized to actively annoyed. Mort finally snapped. "For fuck's sake, gag yourself on it and shut up."
Corey snorted but didn't disagree, eyes fixed on the scene with a hungry edge. Yuki and Kin stood near the door, latex gleaming, Kin twitching every time Charlie said "matrix" wasn't mentioned—like the absence of conspiracy talk was somehow more disturbing than the presence of it.
Kota's hands fisted in the velvet cushion. He tried to focus on the heat, the suction, anything but the voice. But Charlie's narration burrowed in, amplifying every detail until the edge became unbearable. When he finally tipped over, it hit hard—back arching, hips jerking up as he spilled down Charlie's throat in thick, pulsing waves. Charlie swallowed eagerly, moaning around the length, still talking even through the mouthful.
"—oh my god you're cumming so much it's flooding my mouth and it's hot and thick and salty-sweet and I'm swallowing every drop and it keeps coming and your cock is throbbing so hard against my tongue and—"
He pulled off with a wet pop the second Kota finished, eyes glassy and bright, cheeks flushed. Before anyone could speak he launched into a full three-minute thank-you speech without pausing for air.
"Thank you so much that was literally the best thing ever I've never felt anything like that your cum tastes amazing and the way you throbbed was so powerful and I feel so connected now like our energies just merged and I'm honored you let me do that and I hope I did okay even though I talked the whole time which I know is annoying but I couldn't help it because it was so intense and beautiful and thank you again for being so patient with me and for having such a perfect cock and—"
Beckett nodded once, approving. "Verbal affirmation enhances energetic imprint. Phase 2 complete. Retention score: adequate. Amplification underway." He produced another sterile Q-tip, swabbed carefully, and placed it beside Carter's on the onyx altar.
Corey leaned in close while Beckett worked, thigh pressing against Kota's again. "Filming discreet bits for the band's OnlyFans backup fund," he whispered, phone already in hand, angled low. "We're eating noodles for a month off this."
Mort glared from the bean bag. "If he doesn't shut up during the next turn, I'm gagging him with his own crop top."
Kin twitched harder near the door, muttering under his breath. "Code interference… too many variables… the agents will notice the excess vocalization…"
Kota wiped sweat from his brow with a shaky hand, chest still heaving. His cock twitched oversensitive in the open air, balls already aching from back-to-back releases. Refractory period was kicking in hard—two down, six to go, and he already felt wrung out. The hypno spirals kept pulsing behind him, the purple LEDs pressing against his eyelids when he closed them. Only two, and his body was protesting every second of the five hours left before he had to sneak back downstairs.
He wasn't sure he'd make it.