“I want it,” I agree.
“I’ll give it to you. But you have to be patient. Have to wait. Have to do it the way I want.”
It takes all my willpower not to whine. “But why?”
Can’t I just suck you down and swallow until you cum?!Seems like a no-brainer, like the kind of thing no man would ever say no to.
But his next words hit me right in my center, right in a place I didn’t even know I could be hit; somewhere in me that’s filthy and horny and happy and submissive.
“Because Daddy says so.” So stern, so firm. Fuck me, I’m dead and gone to heaven.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant. “When can I–I want to–when can I suck you?”
“When I say so,” he repeats, not giving an inch. He keeps my hair trapped, keeps my head pulled back away from his cock. Keeps me on my knees, keeps me on the edge. Goddamn, he’s a fucking natural. I love this.
“Take it out,” he commands, and I do it immediately, my hands shaking. He watches me so intently that it’s hard to look away, but his cock is right in front of my face so I’m not gonnanotlook at it!
The zipper gapes and I yank the front of his pants down, then drag his briefs down under his ballsack, and fuck me, I want him in my mouth. He’s got a good dick.
I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and look up at Young-gi with pleading eyes. He stares down at me, unyielding. I groan in annoyance and horny torment and try to tempt him by stroking his cock with my hands, but he shakes his head.
“No. Let go.” His voice is rough and biting. He’s affected, even if it’s hard to see. I do as I’m told, and grip his waist hard, wanting to leave some bruises on him the same way he’s left them on me. “Good boy,” he says approvingly, making me feel weak and watery.
“Please,” I beg.
When he moves, it’s not to shove his dick in my mouth. Instead, he pushes my head back farther while leaning down,leaning over, and suddenly he’s kneeling over me as I half fall backward and his face is right in front of mine and his lips press against me and–
And we’re kissing.
He grips my jaw with one hand, slides his other down my back so I don’t fall. And his lips coax mine into movement, pushing me past my surprise so that I kiss him back with a deep groan of pleasure. Unlike last time, I’m not high as fuck, and instead of a messy make-out session, it’s a teasing exploration as we get to know each other.
I moan loudly when he uses his grip on my chin to pull my mouth open slightly, deepening the kiss and turning it hot and heavy, making my head spin, stealing all my air before I can breathe it. One of my hands curls around his shoulder, and only then do I realize my fingers are trembling.
He tears his mouth from mine, both of us breathing hard. His stare is piercing; it’s everything. “You’re shaking,” he comments hoarsely. “Is it too much?”
Fuck, he’s so…“Not enough,” I counter breathlessly. “Please, Young-gi,please.”
At this point, I’m just begging for anything he’ll give me. I don’t even care what it is at this point. But when he straightens up and pulls me close to his uncovered cock, I almost combust with excitement. Finally.
“You want a taste?” he offers, his hand cupping the back of my head. “Go ahead.”
I don’t waste any time. I wrap my fingers around the base of him and flatten my tongue on his tip, feeling the texture and taste of him, the heat and the hardness. In a lot of ways, it’s just like every other dick I’ve sucked.
But in a lot of ways, it’s not the same at all. It’s not the same because it’shis, and this is not at all like the transactions I’ve hadin the past. This isn’t a transaction at all. This is my reward. This is all for me. It’s exactly what I wanted.
I groan and wrap my lips around his tip, tilting my head so I can look up at him while I suckle on it. He’s staring, of course, and maybe if I didn’t know him, I’d think he was totally unaffected. But the intense focus and the familiar micro expressions give away his singular interest in me,me, all for me. And his hard dick in my mouth can’t lie–Young-gi wants me. Or at the very least, my mouth.
And isn’t that fucking heady and heavenly? I swallow him deeper, my eyes going soft and half-lidded. He tastes clean and he’s manscaped–love that–and he smells like aftershave and cologne. I press my nose to the skin of his belly, swallowing him whole and taking him all the way down my throat.
“Oh fuck,” Young-gi finally breaks his silence. His thumb slides around my neck so he can feel himself in my throat. “Oh fuck, Tommy. You’re good at this. So fucking good.”
I pull back for air and move on to some slow, happy bobs of my head. Taking him in, slurping as I pull off, just really getting into it. And he keeps talking, keeps praising me.
“What a sweet boy,” he says, so quiet and intimate but not at all kindly. It’s a little teasing, a little condescending, and it’s so fuckingperfect. Makes me feel small, so small and yet somehow still the focus of this entire encounter. Still important. “So good, wanting his Daddy’s cum as his reward. Such a slutty boy. Yes, that’s right,” he doubles down when I pout up at him, my mouth still attached to his dick. “My slutty little boy, my sweet young man on his knees because when he’s good, he begs for my cum. You’re Daddy’s slut, aren’t you?”
Oh shit, dirty talk.I’ve always been hit or miss with it. Sometimes it’s too much, sometimes it’s annoying. But this? I can get on board with this.
I nod and press forward, taking him all the way in, letting it cut off my air because I love the way his voice strains with pleasure when he keeps talking. “Mine to use, mine to bruise. Mine to keep. You’remyslutty, sweet boy, and you’re going to stay this way, aren’t you?”
