“Oh, Daddy,” Vincent murmured when he found his tongue. His fingers, dumb to the wonders awaiting below Mal’s sweatpants, had dived behind Mal’s panties without a second thought. How could he have missed the change in texture? He’d been so excited to tease Mal’s cock that he’d numbed himself to everything else. “You spoil me.”
“Do you like it?”
Like wasn’t the right word. The contrast between dreamy lingerie and hard steel, the juxtaposition of soft and feminine with rigid masculinity, Mal’s standard diffidence subverted by an act meant to be bold and proud… The panties were a mark of who Mal had never had the courage to be, and a sign of the man he was becoming. Vincent’s already stiffened cock throbbed, and he swallowed again, doing his best to bring himself under control.
The words came at last, and Vincent spoke. “I love it.”
He lowered himself over Mal’s body, brushing his cheek against his inner thigh. Mal opened his legs for him, but to Vincent, it made little difference. His destination remained unchanged. His hands slid up Mal’s sides, fingertips pushing beneath the hem of his shirt, teasing it upward to reveal more of his torso. Then, settled so his nose brushed Mal’s groin, Vincent moved his head inward and kissed the cage that tented Mal’s panties.
“So beautiful,” Vincent praised. He kissed again, letting his lips linger on the fabric and the metal beneath. “You’re so beautiful.”
Mal didn’t protest. A minute moan encouraged Vincent to continue, and so Vincent did. He kissed over and over, nuzzled, then ran his tongue along the length of Mal’s imprisonment. The drag against the fabric made him hotter than he’d expected, and he pushed his hips against the mattress to stimulate his own needy cock.
Two weeks hadn’t only been difficult for Mal—Vincent was starved for him, and tonight, he would feast.
“Oh,fuck,” Mal whispered. His face was overwhelmed with pleasure, his thighs trembling from the intensity of his desire. “Baby…”
Vincent grinned. In everything Mal did, he provided for him, pleased him, filled long-ignored needs in Vincent’s soul. Through this quiet domination, Vincent connected with Mal just as much as he did himself.
His tongue retraced its steps, passing over Mal’s cage. Anticipation grew like humidity in the air, oppressive on the lungs, the kind of heat that sank straight to the soul. As it reached its peak, Vincent lifted the thin elastic that kept Mal’s panties secured to his hips and guided them down, over the base of the cage, over each ring of metal, until Mal was exposed to him. Clear precum dripped through the hole at the tip of Mal’s entrapment, and Vincent dipped his head and gathered it on his tongue.
“It looks like it’s time I set you free, Daddy,” Vincent murmured, then licked the tip of the cage again, cleaning the last of the precum away. “I want to see how hard you’re going to be for me.”
Vincent freed his key to the cage’s padlock from his pocket. With adoration, he lifted the lock and fitted the key inside. As he did, Mal’s thighs kept trembling. After two weeks, he was wound tight.
Vincent would fix that tonight.
The key protested its placement in the lock, but eventually, its thin blade did its job, and the key turned. The pins aligned and the U-bend bar sprang free of the lock mechanism. Gently, Vincent removed the lock from the hole, and the cage lurched forward, displaced by Mal’s erection. The pins came free of the ring, but the ring itself stayed in place around Mal’s testicles. It wouldn’t come free until Mal was flaccid. It seemed Vincent’s work was cut out for him.
No longer bound by its restraints, Mal’s cock throbbed. Precum oozed from its slit, and Vincent couldn’t help himself—he lapped at it, the taste addicting. How could Mal taste so good? If only he could get a little more…
Desire pushed him onward. Vincent set his lips around the tip of Mal’s cock, his tongue pushing and pressing, invading Mal’s tiniest opening before swirling around his pink head. The breathy, delighted sounds Mal made encouraged him, and Vincent let his cock plunge deeper into his mouth, offering his throat. While he did, Vincent pushed his hips into the mattress, treating his own erection to the pleasure of contact. When he bucked and thrust like this, he could imagine Mal’s tight hole clenching around him, inviting him deeper, urging him to push deep, wanting his cum as far as it would go.
“Baby,” Mal uttered. He ran his hands frantically through Vincent’s hair, brushing it back from his forehead, gripping it like doing so would give Mal control over the situation. “Oh, baby.Baby.”
Vincent longed to reply, but his mouth was too focused on other tasks. His lips grew firm around Mal’s shaft, and he bobbed his head as he let Mal’s girth stretch his jaw and open his throat. Beneath him, Mal tensed. After two weeks locked up, unable to touch himself, orgasm couldn’t be far. And when his fingers locked in Vincent’s hair, pushing him down to take more of his cock, Vincent knew Mal wouldn’t hold out for much longer.
With a cry, Mal pushed into Vincent’s mouth, and the first taste of his seed spilled across Vincent’s tongue. Beneath the prevailing bitterness was a hint of something sweet—a mellow, crisp note that made Vincent want more. He lapped and sucked until Mal was drained, then parted from his cock and rested his head on Mal’s thigh. Mal, exhausted, lay on the bed, panting for breath.
“How was that?” Vincent asked.
“So… so good,” Mal said between ragged, panted breaths. “But what about you?”
“What about me?”
“You’re not even undressed.” Mal pushed the hair away from his forehead, dropped his arm on the bed. “You… you must want to play, don’t you?”
Mal’s thoughtfulness was appreciated, but Vincent had already made up his mind. That wasn’t going to be the way tonight went.
In acknowledgement of Mal’s kindness, he kissed the soft skin of his inner thigh, but otherwise made no attempt to move. “I’ve decided that, for the sake of your pregnancy, you won’t be having penetrative sex until the ultrasound.”
The bed dipped. Mal scrambled up onto his elbows, staring Vincent down with a bewildered look in his eyes. “What?”
“It won’t be so bad,” Vincent promised. He picked himself up on his hands and knees and pushed Mal back onto the mattress, then sank down over him. His hand fit over Mal’s flaccid cock and gently retracted Mal’s shaft from the ring, then liberated each of his balls. The touch was erotic enough to get the message across. “There are other ways to have sex, Daddy. Other, delightfully naughty ways. And if that means you get to keep using my mouth…” Mal shivered, and as Vincent discarded the cock ring, they shared a scorching kiss. “… then I think that’s a win, don’t you?”
Mal moaned, so Vincent kissed him again, and again, until soon enough, Mal’s shirt lay discarded on the floor, and Mal was fumbling with the button of Vincent’s pants.
Perhaps it was being overly cautious, but Vincent had Mal’s best interests at heart. Sex was important, but they were more than their physical connection. Until Mal was further along in his pregnancy, Vincent would wait. And when the day came that they could have sex again freely without worrying about jeopardizing the pregnancy, Vincent would take him, again and again, until, delirious with want of each other, they could take no more.
