“You can come whenever you like, but if you come on my boot, you’re going to have to lick it up. Do you understand?”
Dylan nodded, moving his hips and rubbing his cock on Steve’s leg like he intended to come as soon as possible.
“Then show me what you’ve got.”
Steve waited until Dylan had taken the head of his cock into his mouth, his whole body shuddering when Dylan closed his lips around his shaft, and then he let go of his shaft. He relaxed back into his seat, lifting his hands behind his head, and slumped comfortably as he watched Dylan hump his leg and suck his cock.
Ryker was curious at the lack of aggression. Whenever he had his cock in Dylan’s mouth, he found it almost impossible not to grab Dylan’s head and start fucking his skull. It took conscious effort to be gentle and let Dylan set the pace, and even then, it wasn’t as satisfying as dominating him outright.
Steve seemed to enjoy things a different way. He looked perfectly happy to sit there and let Dylan take his time as he slobbered all over his length, using his tongue and hands in ways neither August nor Ryker had the patience to let him do.
“Good?” Ryker asked, watching as Dylan licked his way up and down the vein running along the underside of Steve’s cock.
“So good,” Steve agreed. “He’s so eager. It’s amazing.”
Ryker met August’s gaze, the two of them sharing an appreciation for Steve’s more relaxed attitude to getting sucked off.
Dylan, on the other hand, looked thrilled to have free rein to touch, lick and suck on Steve’s enormous cock however he pleased. Everything that made Steve twitch, he did again, and when he pushed his tongue under Steve’s foreskin and licked around the edge of his glans and made Steve outright whimper, he made a gleeful noise of delight and spent a solid five minutes probing Steve’s foreskin, trying to get him to make the noise again.
He succeeded twice.
Ryker found himself wondering if maybe he shouldn’t have been so impatient whenever it came to having oral sex with Dylan.
“Squeeze my knot,” Steve growled, suddenly grabbing Dylan by his hair and curling his torso forward. He had just the head of his cock inside the boy’s mouth, his shaft slick with spit, and when Dylan squeezed down on his knot with both hands, he grit his teeth and shot his load.
Ryker had to free his cock from his jeans, the sight of Steve filling Dylan’s mouth with come making his balls feel like they were going to explode. Dylan’s mouth was overflowing, Steve’s load leaking out of the corners of his mouth and running down his chin, his throat working overtime to swallow as much of Steve’s precious load as he possibly could.
He was beautiful.
As he sucked down Steve’s release, Dylan rutted his hips faster, grinding his cock down on the leather of Steve’s boot and angling his body so that the toe was pressing up at his taint.
“Come for us, puppy,” August growled, still crouching down next to Dylan, rubbing his back and thigh with possessive strokes of his hand. “Shoot your load all over Steve’s boot.”
Dylan clenched his glutes and tore his mouth away from Steve’s cock, pressing his face down into the crook of Steve’s inner thigh as he came on Steve’s leg like a naughty puppy.
“That’s it,” August said, his voice a mix of fond and mocking, “Make a mess all over Steve’s boot. Show us what a dirty little puppy you are.”
Dylan moaned, his hips coming to a still as he passed the peak of his orgasm, only for August to reach between his legs and jerk him off.
Dylan squealed and jerked away, the unexpected stimulation of his sensitive glans making him react like a spooked cat.
“Don’t be so mean,” Steve admonished, lifting Dylan up and saving him from August’s fingers. “He’s being a good boy.”
Steve held Dylan against his chest, trapping his still hard cock between their stomachs, and wrapped his arms around him.
“Are they always this mean to you?” Steve asked, rubbing his face into Dylan’s hair.
“Always,” Dylan said, playing it up and sounding extra pathetic.
“He loves it,” August growled, spanking Dylan’s ass with a rough little slap. “He gets all mushy in the brain when you manhandle and get rough with him.”
“I want to be nice to him,” Steve said, stroking Dylan’s back.
“Really?” Ryker said, grinning and stroking his cock. “Your KinkMatch said you wanted to brand him and tear up his back with a single tail whip. That doesn’t sound very nice.”
Dylan tried to lean back, suddenly wary, but Steve held him close. He kept on nuzzling his hair.
“I want to be nice right now,” Steve amended. “And then mean later, when he’s in the mood to suffer a little.”
