“Sorry,” Viggo said, no longer pushing. The immediate pain was gone, but the dull ache of keeping his jaw stretched open far past its natural limit remained.
Pulling his hand back, leaving Sebastian’s stuck on the end of his cock like a fish caught on a hook, Viggo tilted his head and studied him. Sebastian met his gaze, looking into his dark eyes over a landscape of bulging pecs and a strong, protruding jaw, and wondered what he was supposed to do now.
Viggo grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth, and reached over to the armrest to pick up the drink he had poured earlier. He brought it to his mouth, taking his time and savoring the flavor of whatever he was drinking while bringing his hand up to pet the back of Sebastian’s head.
“Use your tongue,” he ordered, brushing the hair away from Sebastian’s forehead. “My cock isn’t leaving your mouth until you make me come and I lose my erection.”
With a burst of panic, Sebastian realized that he was right. Viggo’s cock was trapped behind his teeth, the flared shape of his cock-head meaning that while Viggo had easily been able to force his way in, getting it out would be much harder.
Sebastian tried to move his tongue, attempting to push it forward, but Viggo’s cock filled his mouth and took up all the space, leaving him no room to work.
Still, the small movement was enough to make Viggo groan and thrust his hips forward. The unexpected movement pushed his cock a fraction of an inch deeper into Sebastian’s mouth, making him gag and stumble back.
Viggo clenched his fist tight in his hair, using the grip to steady him. He laughed.
“Sorry about that. I’ll keep still.”
Breathing deep, Sebastian wriggled his tongue again. Viggo twitched, his chest rumbling with a low growl of pleasure, but other than that he didn’t move.
A big thumb moved over his cheek, brushing up under his eye and wiping away tears Sebastian hadn’t even noticed forming.
“Is this too much?” Viggo asked, repeating the move on the other side of Sebastian’s face.
Sebastian shook his head, determined to see this through and make Viggo come. He was intimidated and way out of his depth, but this was also, without a doubt, the most sexually satisfying encounter of his life.
“All right,” Viggo said, patting the side of Sebastian’s face with a few gentle taps. “Slap my thigh if you want out.”
Sebastian hummed out that he’d understood, the vibrations from his throat making Viggo’s thighs tense in pleasure.
“You can use your hands, too,” Viggo instructed, gyrating his hips a tiny bit, breaking his earlier promise.
Sebastian lifted his hands from Viggo’s thigh, wondering why that hadn’t occurred to him earlier. He grasped the base of Viggo’s shaft with one hand, the other finding the werewolf’s balls and cupping them.
Viggo’s cock was too thick for him to wrap his fingers around, and his palm was by no means large enough to hold both his balls, but Sebastian didn’t care. He squeezed and worked Viggo’s shaft with enthusiastic pleasure, pushing his thumb into the thick vein running up the underside of his cock and then moving his other hand up from Viggo’s balls so that he could use both hands to jerk him off.
Not caring that his jaw was on fire, Sebastian jerked Viggo’s cock while moving his tongue as best he could, milking a steady stream of pre-come into his mouth. The salty liquid joined the drool leaking out of his mouth, coating Viggo’s shaft and making it easy to slide his hands up and down the massive length.
Sebastian felt like he was in a trance, time passing like a foreign thing, his whole world narrowed down on Viggo’s cock.
“I’m going to come,” Viggo warned, jerking him out of his trance. He could feel Viggo’s cock swelling between his hands, his balls pulling up tight to his body, and with just a grunt for warning, the werewolf shot his load into Sebastian’s mouth.
Sebastian had thought he was prepared, but the blast of come that surged up Viggo’s cock and hit the roof of his mouth took him completely off guard. It flooded his mouth, filling it faster than he could swallow, and before he could figure out what to do, another blast shot inside.
Sebastian choked, his mouth and throat overflowing with come, and still it just kept coming. Viggo grabbed him by the hair, holding him down when he started to flail, shooting load after load into his mouth until he felt like he was drowning in it.
There was come coming out of his nose, the constant barrage making it impossible to breathe, and still Viggo held him down and filled him up.
“Squeeze,” Viggo growled, yanking on Sebastian’s hair and shaking his head. “Be a good boy and milk my fucking knot.”
Sebastian had no clue what he was talking about, too busy trying to figure out how to breathe, but then Viggo grabbed his hands and pushed them back on the base of his cock and Sebastian understood.
Viggo had aknot. At the base of his cock, right above the root, Viggo’s previously normal shaft now bulged with something strange and alien. The inflated flesh throbbed, each spasm a warning that another rope of come was about to make landing in Sebastian’s overfilled mouth.
“Squeeze it,” Viggo barked, the order breaking past Sebastian’s frazzled thoughts and goading him to action. He pushed his hands together, squeezing the knot between his hands, and Viggo let out a groan of pure bliss. His whole body shuddered, his feet pushing out under the coffee table and his abs clenching, and a massive pump of come shot into Sebastian’s mouth.
As he squeezed it again, it didn’t take Sebastian long to figure out that milking Viggo’s knot resulted in more come. The initial frenzied blasts were done, Viggo no longer shooting up at the roof of his mouth with enough force to bruise, but each time Sebastian pushed his hands together on Viggo’s knot, it resulted in another thick rope of spunk.
“You don’t have to swallow everything,” Viggo said, as if Sebastian had some kind of strategy he was using in dealing with the tsunami of come. “I don’t mind if you make a drool all over me.”
