Damn, it felt good.
Roger pulled back, looking over the wetness his tongue had left behind with a smug smile.
Mickey slipped his hands down into Roger’s hair and pulled, demanding, “You gonna suck it or just stare at it?”
“Haven’t decided yet,” Roger challenged.
Grabbing his cock, Mickey directed it to Roger’s lips and pushed forward. “Shut the fuck up already.”
Roger only grinned and opened his mouth, finally sucking Mickey’s cock inside.
Mickey tightened his grip on Roger’s hair, groaning low at the wet heat now surrounding him. It was tight and hot, and the suction was fantastic. He wanted to feel more, thrusting until the head of his dick hit the back of Roger’s throat.
He held him there, staring down into those bright blue eyes, waiting to hear him sputter or choke. He was angry this man had somehow managed to topple his defenses and sneak beneath his skin, and he wanted to punish him.
Roger squirmed, grabbing Mickey’s hips and trying to pull away.
Mickey didn’t let go, not yet, not until he felt Roger’s throat squeezing around him and heard a desperate whimper. He could see tears in Roger’s eyes and when he was finally satisfied, Mickey thrusted.
“Go on,” Mickey urged. “Suck my cock. Come on… you look so damn pretty like this, with your mouth full of cock.”
Roger started sucking in earnest, using his tongue to rub up and down Mickey’s shaft. He focused in on the little piece of jewelry, his gaze lucid as he looked up at Mickey. He seemed so content, even when Mickey thrusted harder.
“You like this, huh?” Mickey sneered, fucking Roger’s throat savagely. “You like gettin’ used? I bet you’re hard as fuck, aren’t you?”
Roger whined.
Mickey’s heart pounded in reply, his eyes focused in on how desperately Roger was taking his cock and sucking every inch down. He could see some spit pooling around Roger’s lips, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Roger was good, so good, and the way his tongue kept coming back to rub over his piercing made him ache. It was so sensitive there, and Roger seemed to know exactly what to do to drive Mickey crazy.
When Mickey pulled Roger’s hair again, the way he moaned sent shivers up Mickey’s spine. He could be as rough as he wanted to, and Rogerlikedit. It made him want to test his limits, to see how far he could push him, but that would have to come later.
If there was a later.
Mickey pushed his cock in deep, holding there again just to feel the delicious heat and tightness fully enveloping his cock. He had never known how much he would enjoy being in charge like this, and how easily Roger was willing to give him control was a huge turn on.
Roger whimpered, obviously fighting the urge to gag again, and he was reaching down to pull out his cock and jerk off. He was as hard as Mickey thought he would be, and Mickey thrusted again, hard and fast, to match Roger’s strokes.
“You love this, don’t you?” Mickey growled. “You little cock slut. Fuck. This is what you need, hmm? To get all used up?”
Roger seemed to go limp, his damp eyes glazed over when he looked back at Mickey.
Yes.
That’s exactly what he wanted.
Mickey tugged at his hair, fucking his mouth harder, and the wet sounds of his cock diving in and out were loud and echoey in the small stall. He was getting close now, and the way Roger was taking all of this so willingly, how hewantedto take it, was accelerating the inevitable.
“Mmmm.” Roger whimpered, his hand practically a blur down between his legs. He was getting close too.
“Not yet,” Mickey hissed. “You don’t get to come until I do, not until you swallow me down.”
“Mmm!”
There, it was happening. All of Mickey’s muscles had wound up tight, aching for release, and one last flick of Roger’s talented tongue made them snap, turning heavy and soft as he came down his throat.
Mickey continued to thrust with every pulse, and his cock felt even more sensitive as Roger got going with a fresh round of suction. It was almost unbearable, but Mickey kept going. He was tingling and sweaty from the exertion, and he looked down at Roger’s cock pumping into his own fist.
