The advice slash permission came a little too late. Viggo’s cock was no longer spurting, and now when Sebastian squeezed on his knot, he shuddered and pushed his hands away.
“That’s enough,” he said, sounding breathless and happy. He looked down at Sebastian and ruffled his hair. “You did good.”
Sebastian flushed, his chest filling with a warm, happy feeling at the praise.
“Don’t look at me like that unless you want to go another round,” Viggo said, pushing his thumb past the corner of Sebastian’s mouth and feeling at the point where his teeth were digging into his cock.
Sebastian didn’t know what kind of look he was giving, but he was in no state to go another round. He closed his eyes and turned his head down as much as the cock stuck in his face would allow.
Viggo laughed.
“I’ll go soft once my knot goes down,” Viggo said, taking a drink. “Just hold out a little bit longer.”
Sebastian, eyes still closed, hummed out an assent, halting the sound immediately when Viggo jerked and the cock in his mouth throbbed.
“It’s almost like you want to be stuck down there for another round,” Viggo teased.
Sebastian stayed silent, determined to do nothing more to arouse the cock holding him captive.
Opening his eyes, he looked up over the landscape of Viggo’s body, taking in the powerful mound of his pecs and his protruding jaw, watching as he casually sipped his drink.
While Viggo was intimidating and impressive from any angle, from Sebastian’s position on the floor between his legs, he looked like a god.
“Look at you,” Viggo said, voice wondering. He petted Sebastian’s hair with a gentle stroke, guiding his face down to rest on his thigh. Sebastian allowed himself to be moved, the wool of Viggo’s suit soft against his cheek, the warm muscle beneath alive and strong.
“That’s it, just relax,” Viggo said, his rumbling voice sounding like it was coming from far away.
Viggo’s come coating the inside of his mouth, his jaw aching like he was going to die, Sebastian closed his eyes and found himself back in the strange trance-like state that he’d been in earlier. Time seemed like something outside of him, the present both brief and eternal, and the floaty feeling overlaying his pain and discomfort was something he’d like to experience forever.
It came as something of a shock when Viggo’s cock slipped out of his mouth and his jaw came alive with pain. He opened his eyes, disoriented, and let out a startled yelp when Viggo pulled him up to sit in his lap.
It felt like he’d been asleep for a long time, and as he looked at Viggo, he wondered what the fuck had just happened.
“You’re okay,” Viggo said, reaching up and massaging the joints of Sebastian’s jaw with strong fingers. Sebastian winced, his mouth hurting, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Viggo leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Didn’t think you’d be this good for me,” he said, the words making Sebastian feel like he could lift up and float away from sheer happiness. “Such a good boy.”
Sebastian nuzzled into Viggo’s chest, his thoughts shutting off when he felt the werewolf wrap his strong arms around him. Viggo lowered his chin, letting it rest on top of Sebastian’s head, making him feel strangely special.
“This is nice,” he finally said, listening to the beat of Viggo’s heart against his ear. Viggo chuckled, moving his hand up and squeezing Sebastian’s neck.
“Very nice,” he agreed.
They stayed like that for a while, Sebastian sitting on Viggo’s lap and enjoying the feeling of being cradled in the bigger man’s arms, until his stomach let out a loud rumble and ruined the moment.
“You’re hungry?” Viggo asked, rubbing his back.
Sebastian nodded. Now that his stomach had been given attention, he was suddenly starving. He hadn’t eaten since before he headed out to the grocery store, which felt like an eternity ago.
It was insane how much his life had changed over the span of an afternoon.
“How about I make us some dinner while you clean up?” Viggo suggested. He slid Sebastian down onto the couch next to him, untangling his arms from around him. He stood up, and Sebastian watched with wide eyes as he tucked his flaccid member back into his suit and zipped up his fly.
The crotch of his suit was wet with spit and come, but other than that, Viggo looked completely unruffled.
Glancing down at himself, Sebastian marveled at his own state. His whole front, from his face down to his jeans, was wet and sticky.
He feltwrecked.
