Nishiki
I was touching Weston.
It wasn't a dream or fantasy. His body wasrealbeneath my hand, burning up. If I didn't know any better, I would've been afraid he had a fever. Is that why they called it a heat?
His hard cock stared me in the face. It rested against his lower belly as Weston sat back, spreading his legs for me. My mouth watered at the sight of it. It had been ages since I'd sucked someone off but the urge came flooding back to me.
Without thinking, I reached for it. As my hand brushed up against Weston's sensitive flesh, he shivered and let out a quiet moan that sank down to my core. I felt my own dick throb in response.
Weston wasbig,even just in my hand. I stared at it like a worshiper at a temple, awed by it. The way it pulsed in my grip as I slowly began to pump it made me shudder.
A hazy realization floated into my mind. Weston wasn't putting his hand in my hair and pushing me down on it. He wasn't complaining at me to hurry up. He wasn't in any hurry to cum like so many others had been.
My chest clenched with a warm, fuzzy feeling. I smiled without realizing I was doing it.
Suddenly, there was a hand on me—but not fisting my hair or rushing me. It was Weston's hand gently stroking my cheek.
The warm feeling in my chest spread, making me grin. It was almost embarrassing—why was I smiling so hard from the excitement of giving head?—but I didn't even care. I was happy.
I reached forward to brush my lips against the head of Weston's cock. The heady scent of him flooded my nose and warped my brain. Saliva pooled in my mouth, trickling past my lips as I parted them to engulf him. Weston's moan sent an electric jolt down my spine and my balls tightened with need.
"That's nice," Weston murmured. He continued to stroke my face affectionately, which made me stupidly happy. Never in my life had I been so blissful about sucking a dick.
Weston is really something special.
I closed my eyes, letting myself commit to the moment. The scent and taste of Weston made my mind hazy. I slipped lower on his cock. It filled my mouth, but I was slow and careful not to choke. It helped that he wasn't rushing me. He seemed to be enjoying this, which was encouraging.
It felt like Weston's cock was getting bigger, if that was even possible. He was an omega, so I knew he didn't have a knot, but the thickness in my mouth was hard to ignore. I did my best to pay attention to all of it—the head, his slit, the underside of his shaft. To my surprise, I wasn't even getting bored like I'd been with other people. Giving head used to feel like a chore, but with Weston it was incredible. To know I was giving him such pleasure mademefeel good.
Weston tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. My face flushed. I peeked an eye open to look up at him. He was smiling at me.
"You're doing so well, Nishiki," Weston murmured.
My heart flipped. His praise only made me want to do better. I threw myself into it, sucking and bobbing my head until Weston hissed in pleasure and arched his back.
"That's it... Good."
The words were music. If my mouth wasn't full, I would've whined with happiness. Weston was so kind.
God, do I have some kind of praise kink or something? He's only said two things and I'm already losing my mind...
As if he knew what I was thinking, Weston let out a breathy laugh. "You like that, do you?" He petted my hair in long strokes. I nearly melted. "You're a very good boy, Nishiki."
My cock throbbed.
Yeah, I think that just made it official.
This time I couldn't contain a whimper that hummed around Weston's cock. Sucking him off felt amazing. I never knew it could feel this good to make someoneelsefeel good.
I peered up at him pleadingly. Weston understood what I wanted even without words. The warmth in his yellow gaze was like a ray of sunlight.
"My beautiful boy," Weston said softly. "You're wonderful, you know that?" He caressed my cheek, which was bulging with his cock. "Look at your pretty lips. They're so good at this."
A pulse of arousal shot through me. I whined in the back of my throat. My own dick was so hard I could barely stand it. My hips started moving on their own, desperate for some kind of friction.
"I'm close, baby," Weston said. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth or somewhere else?"
Baby. He called me baby. Tears of happiness welled in my eyes. If I was with anyone else, I would've been ashamed of myself, but I wasn't. Not with Weston.
