“You’re so beautiful, pet,” Sloan whispered, pecking him on the lips again. “I could eat you all up.”
“How about you get this over with.” Conall dropped the book he’d been holding the entire time and went to turn, probably to lie on his stomach, but Sloan grasped his shoulders to stop him.
“I want to see your face.” He petted down Conall’s face and along his jawline. “It’s so pretty.”
Conall’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip and he nodded. He hesitated, then cupped Sloan’s cock through his underwear. His fingers worked him, rubbing and stroking, and every touch was slowly killing Sloan. He loved his pet’s ministrations, tentative, as though it was his first time with a man. Sloan supposed it was, in a way. Conall hadn’t taken a cock in his arse before, and Sloan doubted he’d jerked many men, even if he did fuck them.
“Do you want to take my cock in your mouth, pet? I do enjoy these pretty lips.” He grabbed Conall’s chin, stroking his thumb over his bottom lip. “And you’re so eager to please me.”
He opened his mouth, to argue most likely, but Sloan shoved his fingers inside, fucking the warm, wet cavern with his thick digits. He pulled them in and out as though it were his cock, and surprisingly, Conall sucked on them eagerly, like he was either trying to impress Sloan or he genuinely enjoyed the feeling of something in his mouth.
“Such a good boy.” Sloan popped his fingers out and ran them down Conall’s cheek again. “Did you want something bigger in your mouth?”
If Conall glared any harder, Sloan might have believed he’d burst into flames, but that was all part of his pet’s appeal. He pretended to be so angry when, in truth, he enjoyed the attention and touches as much as Sloan’s other pets did. The difference was that Conall had more fire in him, and that would help him survive in Sloan’s world.
Conall didn’t answer but shuffled around on the bed until he was lying on his stomach in front of Sloan. He grabbed the waistband of Sloan’s underwear, no finesse in the way he shoved them down and around Sloan’s knees.
Sloan fell back on his arse, sliding his underwear off the rest of the way, and threw them off the bed. Conall was on him faster than a whore on money, hand curled around his hard cock, tongue darting out to taste his slit. His glare never vanished, but for someone who hadn’t tasted cock before, he was more eager than Sloan’s three past pets combined.
It started tentative, a lick and a small suck to his head, then he took more in, his mouth sucking Sloan deeper with more suction. His cheeks hollowed, his spare hand disappearing under his bent body, probably to his own cock, and as much as Sloan wanted to see it, his attention was caught on Conall’s lips around his hard flesh.
Conall groaned, the sound vibrating against Sloan’s skin, and his tongue worked the underside of his cock. He took as much in as he could, and when Sloan felt himself touch his throat, Conall gagged, pulling back. A string of saliva followed when he popped Sloan’s cock out completely, gasping for air.
“Is that all you can do, pet?” Sloan’s lips twisted, smirking.
Conall’s eyes burned with enough intensity to make a weaker man falter, but it only hardened Sloan’s cock further. He wanted nothing more than to sink it into his pet’s body, feel his arse suck him in and bring him home.
Conall’s gaze narrowed. He spat into his palm and returned it to the base of Sloan’s cock, squeezing, before his put his mouth to work again. He wasn’t an expert, not like men Sloan had had before, but his eagerness and desire made up for it. There was no competing against his new pet because he was the most beautiful man Sloan had ever laid eyes on. Soon enough, Conall would be his completely, and he’d be the most obedient pet Sloan ever had.
Conall’s hand moved to the base, jerking it off while he eagerly sucked and licked. His lips looked pretty around Sloan’s cock, but nothing was more beautiful than the sound of his pet gagging every time Sloan fucked into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. He wanted Conall to choke on his cock, and it was his mission to breed Conall’s mouth again one day, but right now, he wanted his arse.
Sloan nudged his shoulder. “Come, pet, I want to fuck your hole.”
But Conall gripped onto his cock like he’d die if he let go. His mouth sucked harder, hand jerking faster. Sloan carded his fingers through the short dark hair and smirked.
“Are you trying to get me off, pet?” He hooked his finger under Conall’s chin, his cock popping out of his mouth, and raised his head. “It won’t work. Even if I come in your pretty mouth, I still plan on coming in your arse tonight.”
Conall stared fiercely, his jaw clenched tight. He bared his teeth like a savage animal. “Then hurry up and get it over with. I don’t have all night.”
“Oh, but we do, pet.” Sloan leaned down, his mouth sliding against Conall’s, tasting himself on his lips. “We have all night, and I plan to take it slow as I claim you as mine.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, but he didn’t expect one, either. Conall was a talker, wild and mouthy, but he wanted this as much as Sloan did. Kissing along Conall’s jaw, Sloan flipped him over to his back and took the time to worship his skin. He slid his lips down his neck—past his bright red collar that adorned it—and chest, tracing his sharp collarbone with his tongue. Everything about his pet called to him, from his taste to the sweet smell of masculine sweat that clung to Conall’s skin. He was slim, but he had sinewy muscles that shifted and twitched under each caress of Sloan’s fingers.
“Are you going to make love to me?” Conall sneered.
Sloan chuckled, low and deep in his chest, and glanced up at him. “I can’t decide if I prefer it when you speak or when I fill your mouth with my cock.”
Conall rolled his eyes. “How about you just do what you say you’re going to?”
Sloan brought his hand down on Conall’s thigh, hard and rough enough to make his pet’s mouth open in a gasp, his wet lips shining under the light. “Shh, pet, let your master take care of you.”
Sloan didn’t miss the way Conall’s hard cock jerked, and he smirked. Focusing back on Conall’s chest, he peaked his nipples between his fingers, tweaking them until they were erect, then bending down to lick them. He paid attention to the right one for a few moments, before he moved to the left. Conall’s back arched against him, leaning up as though asking for more, without actually uttering a word. As much as his pet didn’t want to admit he wanted this, his body told Sloan the truth.
Licking down his stomach, he ignored Conall’s neglected cock by kissing the inside of his thighs all the way to his knees. It earned him an annoyed growl.
“The least you can do is suck my cock,” Conall said.
Sloan laughed and sat back on his knees. “No, pet, that’s not how this works. You don’t get to decide what happens. Lift your knees.”
