My mouth watered as I lowered the boxer shorts, freeing the beast Arwyn had hidden beneath it. I couldn’t take my eyes of it as his cock sprung free, the sheer length of it almost knocking into my jaw. I ran my nails over the neat patch of hair that crowned the base. I wanted to run my fingers up through it, and then trace the veins that threaded over the perfect V-shaped muscles above it. Looking up, I noticed even his chest had short, coarse hairs growing across it.
“My, my, my,” I began. “Your body is the same, but different. Such a beautiful man.”
“As you are,” Arwyn whispered, utterly fixated on me.
Cupping his balls with my cold hand, Arwyn released a pleasured moan. With my other hand I gripped the base of his cock, my fingers barely able to touch around its circumference.
If my tongue wasn’t heavy with desire, maybe I’d have given Arwyn one of my quick comments. But I didn’t think words mattered when the cum-kissed tip of his cock was so close to my lips that one right move and I’d be full of him.
Arwyn, perhaps noticing my hesitation, sunk his long fingers into my hair and held firm. He gazed down the swell of muscles across his stomach, tongue inching over his lower lip.
“Stick your tongue out for me,” Arwyn commanded.
His words sent a wave of heat through me.
I listened, extending the pad of my tongue beyond my lips.
“Good boy.” Arwyn grinned down at me, ear to ear. He took his cock out of my hand, following up with another command. “Now, put your hands behind your back. Don’t you dare touch me until I tell you to. Understand?”
Tongue still poked out, I nodded.
Arwyn guided his cock to my tongue and slapped the thick mound upon it three times. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes—”
Arwyn dove his cock into my mouth, stopping me from answers.
His tip smacked into the back of my throat, choking me. Tears of enjoyment poured down my face.
“Yes, you are!” Arwyn said for me. “Now, suck me, Hector. I want you to show me just how much your body craves me as you drain my balls.”
To confirm his comment, I closed my mouth around his shaft, tongue swirling on the warmed flesh, teeth careful to graze only enough. His grasp on my hair tightened, applying the right pressure between my strands and scalp.
“Touch yourself for me,” Arwyn said, looking down at me with eyes full of pride. “Let me watch as your pleasure yourself.”
Not wanting to prove I was anything but someone to be praised, I did as he asked. Truthfully, stroking my hard member was exactly what I needed to be able to take more of Arwyn inside of my throat. There was something about pleasuring myself that reduced my gag reflex to nothing but a myth.
Arwyn pumped into my jaw, making sure my tongue became familiar with the taste of him. Every now and then he’d use a spare hand and dust the tears off my cheeks, even lifting his thumb back to his mouth and sucking them clean.
As much as I wanted this to last forever, I was either going to finish myself, or reduce my jaw to dust if he fucked my face anymore. And apparently all it took was a thought for Arwyn to get on the same wavelength as me.
“That’s more than enough.” He withdrew himself suddenly.
I leaned forwards, breathless and raked with the promise of the orgasm I nearly gave myself. Tears leaked down my face from overexertion, which seemed to please Arwyn immensely.
“You were doing such a good job,darling,” he praised.
Darling? If there was a single word he could’ve said to make me explode, it was that one.
I cleared my sodden lips with the back of my hand, giving myself another second or four to catch my breath. When I was ready, and only when, I forced out my well-thought-out words. “Lie down on the floor.”
Arwyn’s dark brows rose in jest. “Not even a please in that sentence?”
“Pleaseis the wrong choice of manner to use,” I said, gripping his thighs as I encouraged my numb knees so I could stand up. “Do it now.”
“What should I have said instead?” Arwyn tilted his head to the side, wrapping an arm around my lower back and pulling meclose. His other hand gripped the back of my neck and squeezed. “Pretty please?”
“What you should’ve said was thank you,” I corrected. “Because when I’m done with you, you’ll be incapable of saying anything else.”
