Conall glared at him, and it was the prettiest thing Sloan had ever seen. His resistance was almost as pretty as his appearance. Maybe that’s what made him so attractive in the first place.
“I’m enjoying myself. What are you doing?” Sloan let go of his cock and touched his pet’s hip, stroking the groove of his hipbone. “Enjoying your shower?”
“Get out.” Conall raised his chin, but the desire in his gaze demanded the opposite. He was fighting with himself, and it only made Sloan harder. He wanted Conall to fight his need, wanted to watch the struggle in his eyes.
Sloan leaned closer, and Conall didn’t move away. He pressed his lips against Conall’s, the saltiness of his pet’s mouth hot against his own. He felt Conall’s resistance in every twitch of his muscles, and it drove him forward, slamming Conall against the glass wall of the shower cubicle. Through the foggy screen, he could see the wide mirror on the basin, which in turn showed Conall’s gorgeous arse and delicious back squished against the glass in the most enticing way.
Sloan groaned into Conall’s mouth, licking and nibbling. His pet didn’t react with sounds, but he didn’t need to. Sloan felt the evidence in the hard press of Conall’s cock against his hip.
Sloan broke the kiss, swiping at Conall’s lips with his tongue.
Conall gasped, eyes wide and angry. “Get the fuck off me.”
Sloan laughed deeply and grabbed Conall’s shoulders, roughly shoving him down to his knees. He went without any real resistance, but the fury stayed on his face, as though if he looked at Sloan like that long enough, Sloan would think he didn’t want this. But what Conall didn’t know was that everything in his actions contradicted that thought. He wanted Sloan’s cock in his mouth, and eventually in his arse.
“Suck me off, pet.” Sloan carded his fingers through Conall’s brown locks, grabbing a handful to tug. “Make your master happy.”
“Fuck off.” He opened his mouth, taking in the head of Sloan’s erection, sucking tentatively at first. His eyes slipped closed, but he must have realized what he was doing because they shot open again, and he glared up at Sloan with his cock in his mouth.
“Hold still, pet.” Without warning, Sloan thrust his hips forward, his hard organ driving deeper into Conall’s mouth and to the back of his throat, making his pet gag. His eyes opened wide and he grappled at Sloan’s hips in panic. “Be a good boy, take your boss’s cock.”
Conall gasped around him, his throat working on Sloan’s cock in a way that sent prickles of excitement down Sloan’s spine and straight to his heavy balls.
“Breathe through your nose, pet.” Sloan petted the side of Conall’s face. “Don’t you dare use your teeth. Make your master happy.”
Conall breathed harshly and his nostrils flared. His face flushed, his cheeks looking particularly red against his tanned skin, and the narrowed eyes returned.
“The quicker you get me off, the quicker my cock will leave your mouth,” Sloan purred roguishly.
Determination flashed in those pretty eyes and he gripped at Sloan’s hips tighter, fingernails digging into his skin. He sucked on the hard organ in his mouth with more enthusiasm, his tongue tracing the underside. He groaned around the cock, the vibrations going straight to Sloan’s balls, making them draw closer to his body.
“Open your mouth, let me fuck it,” he ordered.
Conall obediently complied, opening his lips wider and closing his eyes. Sloan gripped his hair harder and started to fuck into his mouth. His cockhead hit the back of Conall’s throat with every thrust, eliciting a pretty gag from his pet. At one point, Sloan pushed as far in as he could, his balls flush against Conall’s chin, and stayed there.
Conall’s throat worked around him, his eyes open again and wide as his face flushed a deeper red. He tapped on Sloan’s hip, but when Sloan didn’t move, the taps became punches until finally Sloan drew back completely, his hard cock slipping out of Conall’s mouth.
Conall breathed harshly, spit dripping from his lips. He glared up at Sloan, swiping his wet hair out of his eyes. “What the fuck? Are you trying to suffocate me?”
“Don’t you like that, pet?” Sloan ran a hand over his head, but it earned him another punch against the thigh.
“If you fucking do that again, your cock is never getting near my mouth again.” Conall shoved himself to his feet.
“What do you think you’re doing? I haven’t come yet, pet.” Sloan gestured to himself. His cock stood at full mast, curved upward and begging for attention. The flushed head had precum building at the slit.
“Too bad.” Conall moved to step out of the shower, but Sloan grabbed him, spinning him around and slamming him against the screen again. This time it was Conall’s chest plastered against the glass. He struggled against Sloan’s hold. “Let me go.”
Sloan pressed his chest against him, cock nudging Conall’s arsecheeks, making his pet stiffen and still. Sloan licked the shell of his ear, the scalding water of the shower pounding on his back. He lowered his voice, his words rough and lustful, “I’m going to make you beg for my cock.”
Conall snorted. “I’ll never beg.”
“Stay there,” Sloan snapped. He slid his hands along Conall’s back and down to his arse again, squeezing. The cheeks were impeccably round and bouncy, and he couldn’t resist sliding to his knees behind Conall. He nudged his legs open and grasped that flesh of his bottom, spreading him.
Conall’s breath hitched and he glanced over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” These words weren’t as harsh as what Sloan was used to from his pet. They were a combination of lust and fear, as though he really wanted Sloan’s tongue against his hole, but he was scared what it could mean.
His hole tightened and released under Sloan’s scrutiny, and Sloan’s lips curved into a smirk. He swiped his tongue over the entrance, earning him a sharp inhale from Conall. The clean taste with a tinge of bitterness hung on Sloan’s tongue and he went in for another swipe. He ate at Conall’s hole like a hungry man, his cheeks squashed between Conall’s arsecheeks, his lips and tongue making work of a hole his cock wanted to be in.
Conall trembled against him, pushing himself onto his toes like he was trying to get away from Sloan’s pleasurable torture, but then he dropped back to the soles of his feet, falling back into the ministration. At one point he reached around to grasp Sloan’s head, shoving him closer, but that hadn’t lasted long before he realized what he was doing, and he snatched his hand back. If Sloan wasn’t so busy working Conall’s arsehole open, he might have laughed.
