“It’d be way better if it was your dick, but y-yes!” he moaned the last part, realizing just now that nothing but his obscene sounds and uneven breathing were echoing in the space. “I thought you said you wanted to finish the quest.”
“I wanted to, but your desperate little whore act is distracting... and way more interesting.” Dylan pushed the controller even harder against Jared, the bite on the skin of his asscheeks starting to hurt.
Oh well.
“Fuck... Fuck…” Jared whined, rolling his hips faster, enjoying the way his dick was furiously rubbing against Dylan’s abs while his ass was invaded by the strange object. “Can you fuck me already, please?” he begged, crudely screwing the gamepad, because why the hell not? They were giving a whole new meaning to beating someone’s ass in a game, and Jared was here for it. Though he wasn’t sure who was winning.
“When you ask me like that…”
Dylan ripped a gasp from Jared when he swiftly pulled the controller away from his hole, making him feel suddenly empty. Then, without warning, he wrapped an arm around his waist and hauled him down, pressing his back flat on the couch.
“Are you gonna be a good boy or a bad boy tonight?” Dylan asked as he rolled his hoodie up, throwing it to the floor before he repositioned and pressed his massive erection against Jared.
“What would get me some ruthless dicking?”
Dylan chuckled, bending forward to flick his tongue over Jared’s nipple. And, like always, he took his time.
Slowly, he explored his skin, not leaving an inch untouched. Neck, pecs, abs, legs... But not even once did Dylan brush Jared’s dick, which was already leaking with pre-cum. It was a real struggle. He was stiff as fuck and ready to amp things up.
Dylan’s hands traveled to his ass, giving it a light smack before spreading his cheeks and teasing his hole.
“You’re burning, candy boy.” He sucked Jared’s nipple.
“I need... I—” Jared groaned, bucking his hips up when Dylan pushed two fingers inside of him and rubbed them over his needy prostate. “Yes!” His voice came out torn.
Dylan had probably toyed with him for ten minutes, maybe thirty? Jared had lost track of time. Either way, it felt like hours to his aching body.
He reached for his own dick to help himself, but Dylan slapped his hand away.
“What the fuck?”
“Not yet.”
“Then do it yourself. Touch me,” Jared choked out, eyes squeezed shut as he felt the heat snake through his insides. It was becoming painful.
“Look at me,” Dylan commanded.
He did, no questions asked.
“Keep looking at me. Don’t close your eyes. If you dare to defy me, I’ll stop. Understood?”
Jared nodded like an idiot.
“Now, give me your hands.” Dylan yanked the gamepad from the console, almost smashing it on the floor.
Jared obeyed, and soon, his wrists were tied tightly with its cord. Because, again, why the hell not?
“Keep them above your head.”
As if under a spell, Jared did as he was told, exposing himself to this man. He was vulnerable now, completely at the mercy of his wicked fantasies. Even so, Jared felt safe. He knew Dylan would never trespass his boundaries without his consent.
“Do you still want me to touch you?”
What type of question was that? “Fuck, yes!” Jared contorted, hands clawing at the armrest, aching for more contact on every part of him. “Make me come... I can’t take it anymore, Dylan.”
Dylan didn’t deny him any further. Dropping his head down, he licked the growing puddle of pre-cum off Jared’s stomach, only to swallow him whole right after.
“Holy shit!” Jared moaned out loud, battling the need to close his eyes and toss his head back. But he didn’t forget whatDylan had instructed, and all he wanted was to please him, make him proud and happy.
