“Yes,” I confirm. “I’ll say pineapple if I want you to stop.”
His silken hair brushes over me as he moves. “Why pineapple?”
I try to shrug, but my shoulders are frozen. “I dunno, first thing that popped into my head.”
“Humans are weird,” mutters Mabon, and I have to agree with him there.
Then every single thought I have ever had is blown away by the feel of his soft lips rolling over the head of my cock. The pleasure is all-consuming. Divine. Heavenly.
But he has paused. He is not moving. Only the very tip of me is encased in his soft heat. My thighs are trembling. If my body was mine, I’d be bucking like a bronco, thrusting desperately. Eager to be buried deeper in Mabon’s mouth.
Instead, I’m frozen. Helpless. Keening in dismay while my cock aches and throbs. It feels naked and bare. Exposed. It needs to be inside Mabon. I’m going to die if it doesn’t happen.
Mabon’s hot tongue flicks around my cockhead. The tip of his pointed tongue pokes into my slit, and I scream. A full body, no holds barred scream. I’ve never screamed during sex before. Now I don’t think I’m ever going to stop.
Mabon’s tongue continues to burrow into me. His lips are providing suction, his hand is doing something to my balls. Cupping them, tugging on them, I don’t know. It feels good as well as almost painful, and I think it is the only thing that is stopping me from cumming.
His tongue is pushing me to the edge, whatever he is doing to my balls is pulling me back. A perfect counterbalance. I am left hanging in the air, neither falling nor reaching safety. Hovering in a perfect in between.
I’m sweating and panting. My body is trying to writhe and twist, but all I can do is take it. A most exquisite of tortures.
Pineapple. I should say pineapple. How does my tongue work? How are words formed? I can’t remember. And I don’t think I care all that much because while this is excruciating, it is also bliss. I’m flying and soaring. Everything is rapture and joy. Mybody is on fire and it has set my soul free. This is heaven on earth, I know it is. The closest to enlightenment I will ever experience. Time has no meaning, but I never want this to end. Even if I scream myself hoarse and die like this.
Mabon slides his lips an inch down my cock, welcoming another inch of me inside him.
My scream turns into an exuberant, “Yes!”
But he pauses again and a slew of swear words pour out of my mouth. Mabon giggles with my cock in his mouth and the sensation feels far too good.
He slides up my shaft. Lips rolling, tongue snaking, cheeks hollowed and providing pressure and suction. The noise that comes out of me is pure whimper.
He reaches the very tip of me and keeps going. There is a wet plop and then my cock is abandoned. Throbbing and alone. I wail in dismay.
“P…p…please!” I stutter.
Mabon purrs. An actual purr, for all the world like a cat. I think that means he is pleased and proud and enjoying tormenting me.
“Poor Mister Dinky.”
I try to nod in eager agreement. Yes, very poor Mister Dinky, please have mercy on him. But I still can’t move.
The very lightest tapping of fingertips runs up and down my swollen cock. I gasp and strain against the magic holding me down. More jumbled swear words pour out of me.
Mabon circles my cock with his thumb and forefinger, he makes a tight ring and slides languorously up and down my length. Oh lord. This is it. This is how I die.
Mabon is a shadow sitting beside me. A predator in the dark. An apparition of the night. A teenage boy’s wet dream brought to life, a creature who wishes to play with your cock until you expire from pleasure.
“Do you like me now?” asks Mabon so softly that I only just hear him. Were those words even meant for me?
My heart twists at the lost, needy sound in his voice, but his clever fingers have brought me right to the very teetering edge of orgasm again and I’m a long, long way from words.
He pulls on my balls again, keeping me from my release. I’m sobbing now. My cheeks are wet with tears. I need to cum. I really, really do.
“I didn’t want to fall for you,” Mabon says and I swear I can hear his pout. “Why did you make me when you don’t feel the same?”
Pain blasts through me. From my soul. My body is still dancing along the very cusp of utter euphoria. It’s a heady, dizzying combination.
The hurt and bewilderment in his voice is profound. I knew he was upset earlier. I knew he felt rejected. But all I did was finger him to orgasm and then snuggle him. I admitted things to myself, but I didn’t share them with him. I offered no reassurance.
