He nods, inhaling deeply. “I did worry how much I’d actually like it, but it was so hot… I felt so wanted. Like there was something I could give you.”
Does he really think so little of himself?
“You give me so much every day. Each morning I wait to hear you chatter during breakfast. You understand art the way most people don’t,” I whisper and push my hand between his legs, pressing my thumb to his cock and my middle finger to his crack. My lungs heat. My brain’s boiling.
The fatigue no longer matters.
“Yeah, but…” Victor arches into my touch. “It’s different to justlikesomeone. I want to feel desired,” he finishes in barely a whisper, as if he’s ashamed to say that out loud.
Silence hangs over us as I collect my thoughts, chin on his hard shaft. I can already smell his arousal, as if the small space is making it even more potent. “And you want to be mine?” I rasp, squeezing his crotch through the soft fabric while he squirms, still blinded by the scarf. “For me to feed you my cum every day, until you even smell like me?”
Victor gasps and licks his lips as if to entice me. “Until we have the same DNA. I love to swallow and then feel like I have a part of you with me.” Hot and wholesome at the same time.
It’s a biological imperative at this point. I need to feel his warmth around me.
The small, dusky room spins around us as I climb up his body and straddle his shoulders. His breathing is coming faster now, and he opens his mouth, sticking out that soft, pink tongue as I finally free my erection. Victor whimpers when it bumps his cheek, and he opens even wider. How could I deny him what he so obviously wants?
My shaft fills his mouth, muting a soft moan as I push on, grabbing onto his hair. I might have gone too fast, and he’s gagging, but there’s no trace of resistance, as if he’s trying to will his body into submission.
His soft mouth is so hot around my cock, and he’s already sucking, pressing his tongue against my shaft as if he’s got no other goal in life but to pleasure me. It’s hard to believe that he arrived in my house with a heart filled with hate.
My balls rest on his chin as I let bliss take over. Victor is a fast learner. Both in painting and in sucking cock. Even with his hands bound, he reaches to the side to stroke my thigh. All he wants is to endear himself to me, and there’s nothing I love more.
Call me vain and self-centered, but I live for the attention. I want all his focus on me. I’ll even keep him blindfolded so the room isn’t a distraction.
I run my finger along his bottom lip, stretched around my cock. Oh yes, I needed this to let off steam after what happened before. To think that I could have lost him… It might be reckless to let him into my bedroom, but I can’t risk my precious gem of a boy.
He’s... everything I didn’t know I needed, and I won’t let anyone take him from me.
The dull chokes and slurps he’s making are obscene, but there’s dedication in each pulse of his mouth, as if he’s performing his sacred duty, not just pleasuring me.
It’s so damn hot, and the pressure inside me is building too fast.
“Stop,” I rasp, pulling at his hair. “I’m going to feed your other mouth tonight.”
The hot gasp he makes when I pull out tickles my cockhead. “Yes. I want it again. I… I didn’t want to ask…”
I stall in disbelief. He’s perfect. I’m so glad I didn’t kill him on sight. It had to be that sixth sense my mother talked about.
I’m over him, licking his soft mouth, now slick with my pre-cum, but my hand is already dragging down his joggers and pawing at his eager cock. “No, you should. I want you to tell me. I want you to beg. Go on, what did you want to ask me,” I mutter, ducking to swallow his lovely cock. It fits my mouth so perfectly it’s making my head spin.
He’s moaning, spreading his legs as much as the pants allow, to give me more access. “I wanted… wanted you to fuck me again, stretch my hole for your dick until it remembers your shape. I want your weight on top of me, pressing down until I can’t breathe, and… and…”
I hum and probe his hole with dry fingers. Ah, the way he arches against me, so very eager, so desperate to let me take him...
“I’ll make you so slick and dirty,” I say sharply, rolling him over in a single push. His buttocks dimple when he pushes his hips forward, fucking my bed, but we’re not done yet.
I grab some lube from the side table and slide my fingers against the pink pucker that’s already taken meso eagerly today. Victor’s first time, and he took to it like a fish to water. I was right to be patient with him.
“I’m still a bit… tender,” he warns when I slide a finger inside him.
“But you want to—”
“Yes,” he rasps. “I want you inside again. Ineedit.”
He wiggles under me, and I can’t get enough of that round freckled ass. I also rather like him bound and helpless while he’s needy like this. I’ll remember that.
“Go on then. Show me. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
