With another quick squeeze of Ottis’ ass, Doc disappeared into the shower.
Ottis returned to the bedroom. Ever since he had begun spending more time in Doc’s bed, Doc had cleared out a whole section of his walk-in closet for him. Now, the panties sat on one of the shelves next to Ottis’ new clothes.
He picked out the pair with the heart-shaped cutouts. These panties were light and soft; Ottis kicked off his clothes and pulled them on.
Red lace stretched across his skin. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent, and it hugged the curves of his bulge and ass. Air wafted in through the cutouts, caressing his cock and asscheeks.
Ottis blushed. Being wrapped up like this... He felt pretty.
He tugged his cock and balls through the cutout in front, so they were framed by the lace heart. Then he climbed back onto Doc’s bed, staying on all fours when he reached the middle.
The bed smelled like them now; smoke and earthy forest, and a lot of musk.
When Doc stepped out of the bathroom, he was wearing a towel and a new cloth mask. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart.”
“So do you.” Ottis swiveled his hips to show Doc the rear cutout, a cheeky heart right over his hole.
Doc drew a sharp breath, his voice dipping. “Showing me your hole already?”
His bulge had been prominent behind his towel, but the moment Ottis offered his ass, it began to grow thicker. Ottis’ mouth went dry.
“I don’t know, are you going to rip that hole? You might be too big to fit,” Ottis said hoarsely. “You might need to stretch it out first.”
Doc’s gaze darkened. He prowled onto the bed and closed the distance between them, grasping Ottis’ hips with his large hands. “Let me admire you from every angle.”
He lifted Ottis’ ass so he could look into the rear cutout. Doc slipped his thumbs under the lace and pried Ottis’ cheeks apart, exposing his hole.
“Impale me through the heart,” Ottis said with a moan. Already, he could imagine Doc’s thick tip pushing through the hole, grinding against him. “Now, please.”
“Always so eager for my cock,” Doc purred, spreading Ottis further. There came a wet sound, like he was licking his lips. Then he leaned in, pressing his masked face against Ottis’ ass.
“You can take off your mask, I promise not to look,” Ottis whimpered, wriggling his ass. Doc had licked his hole two days ago, and it had feltamazing.“Please, please. Lick me.”
Doc growled. One of his hands left Ottis’ hips; fabric rustled against skin. Then a soft, wet thing slipped through the opening in Ottis’ panties and flicked between his cheeks, right over his hole.
Ottis shook, burying his face against a pillow. He couldn’t help spreading his legs and pushing back, offering himself.
“Perfect,” Doc growled, his breath puffing hot against Ottis’ entrance.
His tongue circled Ottis’ hole, a light, playful touch. Doc pressed his face against the lace so Ottis felt the ridge of his nose, the swell of his cheeks, all through the scrap of fabric. Then his tongue swiped against Ottis’ rim, giving it soft taps before trying to push in. Ottis’ breath stuttered.
“Doc,” he whined.
“You taste good.” Doc licked his hole again, this time with more pressure. Ottis clutched at the sheets and lost some time to Doc’s tongue, his cock throbbing in his lace panties.
Maybe Doc could tell. He released one of Ottis’ cheeks and ran his hand up Ottis’ inner thigh, before cupping Ottis’ cock through the panties. Ottis jerked; precum squirted out of him.
“So sensitive,” Doc murmured, and his tongue pushed in.
Ottis clutched at the pillow and wheezed. “Inside, please!”
“Mmm.” Doc pushed harder with his tongue. He licked into Ottis, flat intimate swipes that went deeper with each lick. Then he hooked a finger into Ottis’ ass to stretch him open, and closed his mouth over Ottis’ hole. Ottis choked on his moan.
Doc kissed him filthily. He pushed his tongue deep, pulling out and pushing back in, before adding another finger.
Then his tongue shifted inside Ottis’ ass, growing long and thick—his dragon tongue.
It was too much. Ottis came with a cry, shuddering all over.
