“Please what?”
“You know what,” he growls.
“Say it.”
“Give me, please give me...” His mouth drops open, struggling to speak as he moans while I hit his prostate.
“What do you want, puppy?”
Eyes closed and head thrown back, it takes him a moment to respond. “You... you’re the puppy.”
“Oh. Guess you don’t need my knot after all.” It presses against Josh’s rim, teasingly close but not quite entering.
“I need it! Give me your knot, Bane, please.”
“I will.” As I thrust forward, our faces get close and I peck his lips with mine. “One day.”
“Oh, you son of a—”
Adjusting my hips, my cock drags across his prostate and the rest of his curse dissolves into a desperate moan. Face flushed and body so inviting as he whines and begs for me, I can’t resist the urge to give him what he’s asking for, just a little. I rock into him, my knot right up against his rim, pressing forward enough that he feels the insistent pressure as it seeks its way home.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes! Bane!”
My knot teases against his rim for a few more shallow thrusts, almost pushing inside, a promise of what’s to come when we’re truly ready to complete our bond.
For now, though, I’m content to drive him wild with anticipation. When I pull back, he nearly screams in frustration.
“Oh, you bastard.”
“Did you just call me a bastard?” I laugh.
He pouts. “You’re teasing me.”
“You like it.”
“You don’t know that.”
Reaching between us, I grasp Josh’s hard cock and curl my fingers around the slick length. Precum streams from the tip, slicking my palm and making it easy to jack him off slowly. “This tells me you love every second.”
“No fair, you can’t use my own dick against me,” he hisses, helplessly rocking into my hand.
“Your body doesn’t lie. Never seen you this hard before. Have you ever been this hard, this desperate?”
“N-no,” he stammers, trying to form his response. “It’s just...”
“Just for me, for my knot?”
“Yeah, Bane,” he gasps.
“You sound so pretty saying my name.” I increase the pace of my hand around Josh’s cock, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. “Better take care of this.”
“Mmm, fuck, yes, thank you,” he moans, the gratitude in his voice unexpected and endearing.
See, he’s totally the puppy here.
With my free hand, I cup his cheek, my thumb stroking the soft skin. How does he just keep getting better? “You suck cock like a pro but are also polite in bed? Oh man, you’re full of wonderful surprises.”
