My hand found the edge of the sheet and pulled it back slowly, revealing inch by inch what lay beneath.
First, his purple hair—that ridiculous, beautiful bright purple—fanned across my muscular thighs like silk. The strands caught the low light filtering through the curtains, shimmering violet and indigo.
Then his face.
Those sharp cheekbones hollowed as he sucked. His eyes were closed, long lashes dark against his skin, his breathtaking expression soft with lusty concentration.
Utterly devoted.
His full lips stretched around my girth, pink and slick with spit, forming a perfect seal.
“You are such a good little puppy.” I watched those full lips slide down my thick shaft—watched the way my cock disappeared into that warm, willing mouth—watched the way his throat worked as he took me deeper. “You know just how I like it.”
He was beautiful like this.
Serving.
His hand wrapped around the base of my cock, fingers elegant and sure, stroking what his mouth couldn't reach.
The other hand pressed flat against my thigh, steadying himself, nails digging in just enough to sting.
I liked that sting, and he knew it.
“Mmm.” I licked my lips. "Look at me."
His eyes fluttered open. Violet contacts gleaming up at me, pupils blown wide with arousal. He didn't stop sucking my cock—just held my gaze as his head continued to bob, as his tongue swirled around my tip, as his cheeks hollowed with each long, slow pull.
“God yes.” A dark groan left me.
The sight punched the air from my lungs.
There was something about being watched while you were worshipped. Something about seeing your own pleasure reflected in someone else's eyes.
He took my cock out of his mouth and then traced the thick vein on the underside of my cock with his tongue.
“Yes, Puppy. Lick it good.”
Groaning, he lapped at the sensitive spot just below the head and close to my piercings. Flicked once, twice, until my hips jerked.
"Fuck." My hand found his hair, and then I threaded my fingers through that purple silk, gripping just tight enough to guide him. "Put it back in your mouth, Puppy."
He did just as I said and then moaned around my cock—a lovely vibration traveled up my spine and settled at the base of my skull.
His head moved faster now.
Bobbing.
Dipping.
Taking me deeper with each stroke until I felt the tight flutter of his throat against my tip.
Spit dripped down my shaft.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
Slick.
Hungry.
