My knees ache from hitting the floor so hard, but I don’t even care. I put my mouth against Young-gi’s pants and I trace his bulge with my tongue. The fabric is rough but warm and I’m already so into this. Am I moaning? Fuck.
“Ugh, ouch!” I grunt and then wince when Young-gi sinks his fingers into my hair and yanks my head back, pulling me away from my prize.
I glare up at him, wondering what the issue is. The war room is empty of everyone but us, illuminated in the harsh lighting of the fluorescents above us and the screens dominating the wall nearby. I can see every detail, nothing in shadow or hidden in an alley; he’s right in front of me in the brightness and I like that I can see his face.
He’s as expressionless as ever, but so,sofocused on me. So all about me. Fuck me, I’m panting already. “What?”
“You like sucking cock, Tommy?” he asks, gruff and dark and dirty. And I like his tone, I like the filth, but the question is a tricky one.
I hesitate, staring up at him with my head held back by his grip on my hair. The momentum of our moment is broken and I shift my weight, looking away. The truth is that no, I don’t usually enjoy sucking cock. At least, not in my experience. It’s been fine, but usually it was just a job to me. Just something to do for cash.
My confusion and shame must be blatant, because he coos at me like I’m a skittish pet, and changes his question, bringing our momentum right back again.
“Do you like suckingmycock, sweet boy?”
“Yeah,” I gasp out immediately. Technically, I haven’t even started yet, but I know I’m gonna love it. I nod desperately despite his tight hold on my hair and my fingers pull plaintively at his waist, trying to tug on his pants. “Yes, please, please–”
“You like my dick so much that this is what you want as your reward for good behavior? You don’t want me to suck you off, instead?”
My eyes flutter and I groan but ultimately shake my head. “I didn’t know that was an option…but yeah, I want to suck you off. I’ve wanted it for ages.”
“Then you’ll get it,” he murmurs, his other hand cupping the side of my face, stroking my lip. “Do you know why?”
“I was good.”
“Do you know which things you did that were good?”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. My brain draws a blank. It could be anything. “I…I …”
“You don’t know?” he asks, sounding like he’s caught between teasing me and being genuinely surprised. I whimper when I shake my head as much as I can in his tight hold, hoping he doesn’t deny me what I’m asking for just because I don’t know why I’m getting it.
“Don’t worry, Tommy. It’s okay that you don’t know. I’ll tell you,” he rumbles, seductive and slow. “You told Kira about the letter. Then you stayed with her and waited for me. You came right to me, just like you should. You knew who to turn to. And you opened your present for me, and enjoyed it. So good, sweet boy.”
Of course, I think sardonically.To Young-gi, I’m good for liking his victim in a box.
He’s got me on my knees only a few feet away from where it was, where Oscar was revealed to me. Barely a yard away from the spot I realized that maybe Young-gi was fucking crazyabout me after all, even if I don’t understand why he would be. Compared to him, I’m nobody. Why would he want me?
“You’re good for letting me help you,” he continues, and that shakes words out of me.
“I don’t need any help.”
So stupid. So false.But I can’t help it, I can’t not say it.
He pauses, and we stare at each other for long enough that I start to seriously worry that he’s about to deny me my reward even though he’s literally got his pants unzipped. I can see the dark red fabric of his briefs peeking between the open zipper and Iwantit.
“Why do you want it, Tommy?” he asks, like he’s reading my fucking mind. “Why do you want to suck me as a reward? When it could be about making you feel good, instead?”
Why do I want it?“Because…”
The words dry up and I scramble to get my thoughts together. It seems like such an obvious question, but now that I’m trying to answer it, I’m finding that it’s not obvious at all.
“I don’t know, fuck, can’t we just get started?” I try to lean forward but his hand in my hair is unyielding and I wince at the sharp tug on my scalp.
“Tell me.”
“I want–I want to make you cum,” I finally manage. “I want to see it, I want to be the reason. I want you to look at me and want me so bad that you don’t care that I’m a guy. I want to turn you fucking gay, Young-gi.”
“You want to prove that you can make me cum? That you make me gay for you, Tommy?” he rumbles, making it dirty, but in a good way.
