I pull my fingers from his mouth and press them to his entrance.
“Wait—”
Wait? I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been dreaming about him, worshiping him from afar, and now I finally have him under my hands. And he wants me to wait?
My other hand starts pumping his penis, using the small bead of pre cum to make my hand slick. Alaric’s hands grip the counter, his knuckles white. His hole begins to loosen as I press my fingers into him even deeper.
I press a kiss to his neck, doing my best to keep him balanced against me. “Take your shirt off, Alaric.”
Alaric raises shaky hands and grabs the neck of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My pupils are blown, mouth just about salivating at the sight of him. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. You’re doing such a good job listening, baby.”
Alaric moans, and his cock twitches in my hand.
I chuckle. “You like praise?”
He blushes, avoiding my gaze. “Maybe.”
Fuck, he’s so cute when he’s shy. I lick up his neck.
“Yes. I mean, yes.” Alaric croaks.
“Hm, I guess I’ll reward you for your honesty.”
I pull my hands from him, kissing his shoulders while fumbling to find my wallet. Do I have a condom in there? God, I hope so.
“Hurry up, Magnus.” Alaric presses his thighs together, arching his back. His voice is husky. “I feel like I’m gonna die.”
I smirk, spinning him round to face me. My hand finds his throat, choking him enough to make him dizzy but not enough to actually hurt him. “Who the fuck are you talking to like that?”
The red head of his cock is heavy and dripping against my jeans. “Sorry...”
“Make it up to me.” I nod towards the ground.
Alaric drops to his knees, unbuttoning my jeans with trembling hands. My heart pounds in my ears at his willingness to listen. Like he was made for me. Like he wants me as badly as I want him.
His mouth is soft and warm around me, almost making my knees buckle. I need to remember this is supposed to be a punishment for him giving me sass. My hips buck, pressing myself deep down his throat.
“Fuck, what was I doing?” My fingers lace through his silver hair, forgetting my wallet on the counter.
He’s doing something with his tongue that’s making it too hard to think. “I was going to fuck you, but then you tried to rush me, baby.”
Alaric releases my cock with a pop. “I said I was sorry...” He pouts, licking the seam of my dick.
I yank his hair so his eyes have to meet mine. “Guess you’ll have to wait till next time to come.”
“What—?” I shove myself deep into his throat, my hips bucking punishingly.
Tears stream down his face as he chokes around me.
“Damn, you’re even pretty when you cry.” I wipe the tears from his cheeks.
His dick is swollen and wet in his lap, like one touch would undo him. Perfect.
“You’re gonna swallow every drop, Alaric.”
He blinks in acknowledgment before I come long and hard into his mouth.
