He moaned, his hips jerking involuntarily toward me, and his hands fell away, revealing that beautiful cock. It really wasn’t that small; Sebbie was small himself, and it was in proportion to his body. It was beautiful, though.
“Have I told you how beautiful your pretty pink cock is?” I asked, and he groaned again, looking down at me. “Look how hard it is, the tip glistening with your precum. I bet it’ll only just fill my mouth up.”
Sebbie’s dick jerked and his smell intensified, the scent of his arousal intoxicating.
“Do you think there’s enough for me to even swallow it down?” I asked.
“Corbin!” Sebbie cried out, the smell of his arousal making me lightheaded.
“What do you need, my little reaper? Tell me,” I said, still not leaning forward, even though the temptation was strong.
“Please, Corbin. Please suck me,” he begged.
I wanted to lick and savor him, but that wasn’t what my Sebbie needed right now. I took him into my mouth all the way to the base, letting my tongue swirl around his dick, licking at it as I held it in my mouth. Sebbie’s hips thrust forward, and he just barely entered my throat.
I pulled off, murmuring, “Look at that. Perfect. Not even enough to gag me.”
His hips were thrusting forward already as I put my mouth back on him, sucking and bobbing, letting my tongue play with the head each time I pulled off a little. Sebbie’s hands were clenching and unclenching, and I guided them to my head.
“You can’t choke me, baby, but you can try,” I told him.
It was like I unleashed the flood, because Sebbie’s hands were gripping my hair and he was thrusting into my face, his balls bouncing into my chin. I kept sucking and swirling my tongue, closing my lips around him. His hips were frantic, and I knew he was right near the edge. I reached one hand up and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle tug. I was rewarded with a spurt of his cum as he groaned. I moaned at the taste, my own hand reaching down to jerk my dick. Sebbie tasted like perfection, and by the time his last bit of cum had spurted into my mouth, I was near my own orgasm just from tasting him.
I kept his softening dick in my mouth, just holding it in the wet warmth. His tremors and little whines, coupled with the grip his hands still had in my hair, was enough to send my own orgasm barreling through me. I spurted across the tile floor, giving a small suck that caused Sebbie’s hips to buck into me.
When I was spent, I gently pulled off his dick, resting my head against his thigh. The water was still raining down, but it mostly hit Sebbie, and the steam was enough to keep me warm. I could have stayed there forever, but I felt a small pulse of anxiety course through my mate.
I stood up, leaning into him and kissing him. I realized belatedly that I had swallowed his cum, but Sebbie didn’t mind a bit. He kissed me back enthusiastically, our tongues touching and our teeth nibbling. I could still smell that anxiety, though, so I pulled back, wrapping my arms around him and tucking him into my chest, being sure to keep him in the warm spray of the water.
“What is it?” I asked him.
He shook his head against my chest.
I pulled back, looking into his eyes. “Nope. Something is bothering you, and you have to tell me what it is so that I can fix it.”
Sebbie laughed, and I felt some of the tension drain from him. He leaned back into my chest before answering, almost like he was hiding a bit. “You know, you can’t always fix everything. I know you Smith brothers always think you can.”
I grunted in disagreement, and Sebbie laughed again. Then he mumbled something into my chest. If it weren’t for my hellhound hearing, there’s no way I would have heard him.
“I’m notthatsmall,” he barely whispered.
Ahh. So that was Sebbie’s concern. I put my hands on his face, forcing his eyes up to meet mine. “You areperfect. Iloveyour cock. I love the way our cocks look together. I love touching it and sucking it, and I can’t wait to do all sorts of things with it. I’d love to have it inside of me.”
Sebbie looked utterly shocked at that, and his hips jerked the tiniest bit against me. Apparently, he liked that idea, too.
“But I’m usually on the receiving end,” he murmured.
I continued to stare into his eyes. “And I’d love to do that as well. I want to doeverythingwith you, Sebbie. Nothing is off limits. If you want it, then I want it. I talk about your cock because you like it, but I don’t ever have to mention it again. Youaren’tthat small. You’re perfect for your body size. Iloveyour cock. I love how it feels in my hand, how it tastes, and how beautiful it is when I look at it. It’s like a work of art from a statue.”
Sebbie chuckled at that. He looked down before saying, “I do like when you talk about it. It’s a turn on. I don’t know why. But I don’t want you to think that… I don’t know, that I’m… inadequate.”
I forced his eyes back up, which I probably shouldn’t have done, but I was angry. “Has anyone ever made you feel inadequate? Because you areperfect, and if someone ever said something different, you tell me who so I can hunt them down.”
Sebbie smiled, but I was perfectly serious. He looked at me and seemed to get that, because his smile slipped away, and a fond expression replaced it. He leaned into my chest again, and I let him. I wrapped my arms around him once more.
“Thank you, Corbin. I love what we do. And, uh, I’d like to try, ugh… you know… other stuff, maybe.”
I smiled against his head. “You want to fuck my ass?” I asked.
