Swallowing, Peter took a shuddering breath. “I see,” he said, sounding nervous.
“So, are you going to let me fuck your face?” Carver asked.
He couldn’t believe that he was being this aggressive, but Peter was bringing it out in him. He was responding so well, smelling turned on and aroused even when Carver let himself be mean.
“How would I use the safeword?” Peter asked, voice trembling.
“Slap my thigh,” Carver said.
“But my hands are tied up,” Peter objected, tugging at his bound wrist.
“I’d unlock the cuffs,” Carver promised.
“I—”
“Maybe we should wait before doing something like that,” Tex objected, cutting off whatever Peter was going to say. “You could just give Carver a normal blow job.”
Carver glared at Tex, annoyed. First, Tex insisted that they push Peter’s limits, ignoring his personal boundaries and scenting him like they already owned him, and now he wanted to back off?
“Or he could lie down with his head hanging off the couch and let me fuck the hole in his face,” Carver growled.
“I’d rather just give you a normal blow job,” Peter piped up, sounding nervous.
Shame curdled in Carver’s stomach. He’d gotten carried away, and now Peter was more nervous than turned on.
“That’s fine,” he said, trying not to let disappointment show in his voice. “We can work our way up to rougher oral play.”
Pushing Peter off his lap and down between his feet, Carver pulled out his cock and slapped it against Peter’s cheek, playful and grinning to show that he wasn’t angry. Peter smiled, angling his head and trying to lick Carver’s hard length. He didn’t seem nervous anymore, and Carver was relieved.
“Open up,” Carver said, pushing into Peter’s mouth and accidentally making him gag. Normally this was the point where Carver liked to grab whoever he was skull-fucking by the back of the head and force them down, but this time he let Peter pull off his cock and gasp for air.
Squeezing his knot, Carver jerked off while Peter licked and sucked on the head of his cock. Even though it was nothing compared to a good slobbering skull-fuck, it felt nice, and pretty soon Carver was shooting his load.
“Fuck, drink it up, baby, swallow it all,” Carver grunted, squeezing his knot and watching intently as Peter drank down his load. “That’s it.”
Peter stayed on the floor, nursing on Carver’s spent cock until the doorbell rang.
“Pizza’s here,” Tex said, standing up and tucking himself back into his breeches. “I’ll get it.”
“Is he angry?” Peter asked, pulling off Carver’s cock and looking to the door Tex had just left through.
“I don’t think he expected me to break out the nipple clamps,” Carver said. He realized that he should have probably discussed his plan in advance with both Tex and Peter, but bringing out the nipple clamps wasn’t something premeditated.
He’d wanted to hurt Peter’s nipples, and then he’d done just that.
“Holy fuck those hurt,” Peter said, something like awe in his voice. “It felt like you ripped my nipples off.”
Carver laughed. “I wouldn’t do that.”
Pushing to his feet, awkward with his wrists attached to his thighs, Peter turned sideways and pushed out his hip. “Can you undo these now, please?”
“Nope,” Carver said, snaking an arm around Peter’s waist and pulling him back down onto his lap.
“But we’re going to eat!” Peter protested.
“I’ll feed you,” Carver promised.
“I need to go wash my face,” Peter protested, struggling against Carver’s hold. “Do you have any idea how itchy dried come is?”
