Feeling crazy, heart racing as he wondered if he was really going to go through with the idea that had just popped into his head, Sebastian took a deep breath and sank down to his knees under the table.
“What are you-” Viggo snapped his jaw shut as Sebastian crawled between his legs and pressed his face into his crotch. “Fucking hell, Sebastian. You little slut.”
Viggo’s voice was rough and triumphant, and he wasted no time grabbing Sebastian by his hair and pushing him into his bulge. “I knew it the moment I smelled you that you’d be perfect for us, and look at you know, on your knees starving for cock. You’re perfect.”
Sebastian mewled, mouthing at Viggo’s cock through his suit, inhaling the musky scent of his balls through the silky material. He squealed when he felt Bjorn’s boot move between his legs, lifting up and rubbing his cock through his chinos, too hard and perfect all at once.
Viggo reached down and unzipped his fly, pulling out his shaft and slapping it down on Sebastian’s face. Hard and throbbing, Viggo’s cock was like a piece of art. Too big for Sebastian to do more than mouth at the tip, the bulbous head leaking into his mouth, Sebastian reached up and stroked everywhere his mouth couldn’t reach.
“How much can he fit?” Bjorn asked from somewhere above, his booted foot rubbing between Sebastian’s legs. Bjorn’s toes were pointed up, the tip of his boot digging into Sebastian’s crotch, grinding into his cock and balls hard enough to actually lift him off his knees.
His balls hurt, Bjorn forcing him to ride his foot and trapping them between his boot and Sebastian’s stomach, but it was worth it for how good it felt.
“Nothing,” Viggo said, amused and annoyed all at once. “Head’s too big for him.”
“But he’s trying?” Bjorn asked, his foot lifting up hard enough to make Sebastian grunt.
“Yeah,” Viggo said, sounding like he was gritting his teeth when Sebastian started tonguing his slit. “He’s doing really good.”
The praise sparked electricity down Sebastian’s spine, spreading out through his whole body in waves of tingly pleasure.
Feeling greedy and reckless, he licked his way down the thick vein running up the underside of Viggo’s cock, pre-come dripping all over his face and into his hair. He knew that their waiter could come back at any minute, could catch him debasing himself, but he didn’t care, his entire being narrowed down to the cock in front of him.
It was like he’d been possessed.
When Viggo came, it took Sebastian completely off guard. The hand fisted in his hair turned tight, Viggo yanking him up and shoving his mouth down on the tip of his cock just in time for Sebastian to catch the first spurt of come. It blasted into the roof of his mouth, bouncing off in an unwieldy spray that Sebastian struggled to swallow down.
Before Sebastian could finish swallowing, Viggo was spurting again, and then again, giving Sebastian no chance to keep up.
Viggo flooded his mouth, big hand squeezing his knot to milk himself, Sebastian’s mouth overflowing as he struggled to swallow it down. Through it all, Viggo’s fist stayed tight in his hair, holding him down, while behind him Bjorn’s boot rubbed furiously between his legs.
When he finally stopped, Sebastian had come running down his chin and the front of his shirt was soaked.
“Fuck,” Viggo grunted, pushing Sebastian away with a shudder. He wiped the wet tip of his cock against Sebastian’s cheek, the humiliating gesture setting fire to Sebastian’s insides, before tucking the oversized monster back into his suit. He nudged Sebastian away with a dismissive, “Bjorn’s turn.”
Sebastian should be humiliated – and he was – but he wouldn’t have disobeyed Viggo’s order for anything. He’d always fantasized about being bossed around and treated like a toy, and the reality was better than he ever could have expected.
Turning around, navigating the tight space between Viggo and Bjorn’s with clumsy enthusiasm, he crawled between Bjorn’s jean-clad thighs until he was face to face with the man’s bulge.
Even bigger than Viggo, Bjorn’s tree-trunk thighs bracketed Sebastian’s body, his huge feet planted firmly on the floor on either side of him. Sebastian watched with drooling excitement as Bjorn unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, hefting out his raging hard-on and bull-sized balls and letting them hang out on full display.
A shiny string of pre-come leaked from the tip of his cock, dangling from his slit, almost invisible in the dim light under the table.
“You want this?” Bjorn asked, reaching down and grabbing Sebastian’s face between his hands. He pulled Sebastian forward, all the way toward the bench so that his chin was resting on the padded leather between Bjorn’s thighs, and held him there.
Sebastian licked his lips, trembling with excitement and nerves, Bjorn’s dinner-plate-sized hands clamped down around the sides of his head like a cage. Bjorn’s thumbs hovered over his lips, stroking the corners of his mouth, and Sebastian wished that he’d push them into his mouth so that he could suck them.
Bjorn looked down at him, the angle making him all pecs and jaw, his brows furrowed and making him look incredibly intimidating.
Sebastian couldn’t see the massive cock that he knew was right next to him, Bjorn’s hands in the way, but when he stuck out his tongue, he could just reach the alpha’s balls and give them a lick.
That seemed to be all the answer Bjorn needed. He let go of Sebastian’s face, grabbing him by the hair in an echo of Viggo’s earlier actions, and held him fast as he grabbed his cock by the base and smeared the tip all over Sebastian’s face.
“Is there anything else I can get you, gentlemen?”
Sebastian froze at the sound of the waiter’s voice, the reality of what he was doing slamming into him like a crashing car. His heart hammered against his chest, his face feeling like it was going to explode from the pressure of his embarrassment. He turned, seeing their waiter’s feet at the end of the table.
It was fine, Sebastian told himself. There was no way the man could see him, and considering the table’s placement, Sebastian would stay hidden unless the waiter actually bent down to look.
