Still keeping his thrusts as shallow as he could, Joe began to move more quickly. Scott knew he was close; as he opened his eyes and looked up at Joe, Joe saw the knowledge shining in his gaze.
One more thrust, and ecstasy rushed through Joe’s veins. He came, spilling more of his cum across Scott’s tongue each time he jerked his hips forwards.
Locking his knees when they threatened to give way, Joe tossed his head back and let out a triumphant yell. A pure, primal need to mark Scott as his own, and to warn all other men away from his territory, kept Joe pumping into Scott’s mouth until he had nothing left to give.
Scott spluttered, but he didn’t try to pull away. His hands came up to rest on Joe’s thighs again, but Scott only tried to steady them both. There was no attempt to take control. The more feral side of Joe’s dominance howled its approval.
Mine.
It was only breathlessness that kept the word inside Joe’s head.
Finally, he managed to still his hips. Staring down at Scott, he absorbed every detail of the beautiful picture presented.
As Joe took a step back and let his softening cock slip from Scott’s mouth, he noticed that Scott hadn’t been able to swallow quickly enough. Some of Joe’s semen had escaped from between Scott’s lips; his chin shone with moisture. A few drops of cum had landed on Scott’s shirt too.
Scott was just as breathless as Joe. He swayed where he knelt, but he didn’t try to get to his feet.
After a few seconds, Scott took his right hand off Joe’s thigh, moving it toward his own lips.
“Put your hand back where it was.”
Scott blinked in apparent confusion, but he also obeyed.
Joe’s cock was still hanging out, but he lost all interest in tidying himself up. He swiped his thumb against Scott’s chin and fed every scrap of cum that lingered there into Scott’s mouth himself.
It took Scott a few moments to catch up with what Joe expected him to do; but once he was up to speed, he accepted each finger full of cum as if it was a delicious treat. When Scott had swallowed it all, Joe dropped his hand away from Scott’s face.
Scott stared down at the grubby floor as if it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. His hands remained obediently in position as the minutes passed by.
Gradually, their breathing evened out; Scott still didn’t move. Joe was about to order Scott to his feet when Scott tentatively leaned forward and lapped very gently at the tip of Joe’s cock.
He was licking him clean.
If Joe had been capable of coming again so soon, he would have.
Scott lifted one hand and tugged very lightly at Joe’s jeans. Joe nodded his permission and Scott’s movements became more confident. He gripped the pockets of Joe’s jeans and pulled the denim down, until he’d completely exposed Joe’s crotch.
Shuffling forward on his knees, Scott nuzzled the bared skin. Joe stroked his fingers through Scott’s hair, keeping the floppy blond strands out of his way so he’d have a clear view of Scott’s face as Scott tentatively began to lap at his balls.
Taking a step back, Joe leaned against the side of the bar and made himself comfortable. When Scott failed to keep pace with him without a blatant invitation, Joe beckoned him forward with a crook of one finger.
Scott hurriedly shuffled forward on his knees and immediately got back to work. He licked and mouthed Joe’s balls with obvious enthusiasm, sucking them gently between his lips and placing delicate little kisses against the thickly furred skin.
Murmurs of pleasure filled the air as Scott settled in to worship Joe in the way only an instinctive submissive could. In that moment, Joe made a decision. Whether Scott knew it or not, he was destined to be on his knees in front of Joe on a regular basis.
** * * *
Scott’s jaw throbbed. The deep, burning ache on each side of his face demanded his attention more loudly with every passing moment. He shifted his weight forward, trying to ease the stress on his knees, but somehow that only made the bare floor boards feel harder. Scott’s cock ached. His balls were pulled up tight against his body, begging him to reach down and jerk off.
Scott’s whole body seemed to be screaming at him, telling him what was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to take any of those voices seriously. Nothing could be really wrong. Not when, for the first time in his life, it suddenly felt as if everything was right.
He tried to push any awareness of his insignificant little aches and pains out of his mind, but he couldn’t stop himself whimpering as he tried to open his mouth wider and take Joe’s cock back between his lips. For the first time since he dropped to his knees, it wasn’t a sound filled with pleasure.
“That’s enough for now.” Joe pulled firmly at Scott’s hair, tugging him away from his cock.
Scott shook his head, not caring if he yanked at Joe’s grip on his hair. “N-no, I—”
“Do you remember your safe word?”
