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Michael nodded. “Okay.”
“What! Not okay! What lesson?” Jackson screeched.
“Why don’t you suck on him a little baby?” Master Finn asked. “He doesn’t get to come until I say though.”
Oh! That was mean! Michael licked his lips. He did want to suck Jackson. It had been weeks since he’d gotten to taste Jackson. He loved sucking cock. And kissing. Jackson and Master Finn kissed him as much as he wanted. He didn’t want to kiss at that moment though. Michael really wanted to suck Jackson but would that—
“I promise not to be too rough on him. He’ll get to come soon. He knows what he needs to do,” Master Finn told him.
“Okay.” Swinging around on the couch, Michael tucked his legs under him as he positioned himself in front of Jackson.
Master Finn still held Jackson with both on their knees with Jackson’s cock pointing straight out, so Michael had the perfect angle without having to strain his neck. He wrapped his hand carefully around the base of Jackson’s shaft before he lowered his mouth and licked the tip. The collected liquid was just a tease so Michael dove back down to get more.
He sucked hard even as Master Finn began to slowly rock into Jackson from behind.
Jackson huffed and grumbled but even Michael knew that wouldn’t work on Master Finn.
“You—” Jackson growled out.
“I told you what you need to do,” Finn replied quietly. “Let go. Surrender to me. I promise to catch you.”
Peering up through his lashes, Michael saw Jackson shake his head.
Maybe if Michael helped make Jackson crazy, he’d give in, and they could both give Jackson what he needed. Michael went back to licking and sucking, putting everything he’d ever read in books and seen in porn to his advantage. Michael knew that his mouth was good and Master Finn’s cock would be brushing against Jackson’s prostate. Yeah, they had Jackson right where they wanted him.
Gentle fingers carded through his hair before they began to massage.
Mouth still full, Michael looked up again.
“Make me come, baby. Please.”
Aww, Jackson sounded so sweet.
Master Finn laughed though. “You’re just putting off until you can come again.”
Jackson winked at Michael.
Wait! Was Jackson being difficult on purpose? As soon as he had the thought, Michael knew he was right. Jackson was extending their time together. He was acting like a brat, knowing that Master Finn would want to punish him. Michael was both impressed but a little frustrated as well.
Couldn’t Jackson understand they wanted to take care of him? Well maybe Master Finn was right in the way that he was handling Jackson. And Michael was going to help!
Michael slipped Jackson’s cock from his mouth and smiled as he stroked Jackson several times. Returning the tip to his lips, Michael took a breath before he pushed down. He swallowed Jackson’s shaft until the head hit the back of his throat. He swallowed several times in a row even as his eyes began to water.
“Holy fuck!” Jackson shouted.
Michael slowly allowed Jackson’s dick go before he repeated the same movement.
Jackson was having to be held up by Master Finn as he attempted to curl into himself. Nope, they weren’t going to allow it. They would make sure that Jackson felt every second of pleasure and finally figured out that only they could give him what he needed. That Jackson was going to stay with them.
Michael knew he was doing a good job as Jackson shook and Master Finn praised him.
“Such a good boy, our Michael is,” Finn said. “Doesn’t that feel good? Do you want to feed him your cum?”
“Yes! Please! I need…more!”
“Let go,” Finn growled. “Trust us.”
Jackson’s body collapsed back into Master Finn, who gave a sound of triumph.
