His hot cum sits safe on my tongue and I wonder what he’s gonna do with it. I open my mouth once he pulls back, wondering if he just wants to see it inside. And it was a good guess, because his eyes heat up and he groans.
“Take out your dick,” he orders. I hesitate, because I’m not sure I can cum, and what if– “Don’t think about it,” he growls, tugging my hair. “If you’re green, take out your cock and let me see it.”
I do as he says, keeping my mouth open so he can see the way I’m still holding his cum for him.
He falls to his knees with me, surprising me, and then–
Fuck. My eyes flutter as he kisses me again, licking his cum out of my mouth. I moan, surprised and turned the fuck on. I fight him with my tongue a little bit, reclaiming some of it for myself, managing to swallow some because I worked hard for that! He pulls back with a chuckle, bends his head and–
Double fuck! I stare with wide eyes as he lets his cum and our saliva drip onto my cock. He grips me in one huge palm, wraps his fingers around my length, and rubs the slickness against my skin. I shiver, but anxiety spikes in me and I gasp, wince,remember–
Young-gi kisses me again, pushes me back so I’m leaning back on my elbows. He reclaims my throat with one hand and suddenly my head is all fuzzy and static-y again. But, but, but–
“I don’t know if I can–” I gasp, barely able to think at all.
“This isn’t about that,” Young-gi tells me brusquely. “You wanted my cum, I’m giving it to you, the way I want to.” He squeezes my dick to emphasize the way he’s so primally marking me with it. “This is still your reward. Still for your good behavior, sweet boy.”
I shake my head, but don’t safe-word, and soon enough he’s releasing my throat but kissing me silly. He alternates between stealing my air with his lips and stealing my thoughts with pressure on my throat, giving me dirty talk and stroking my dick while he does it. The lack of air, the lack of blood… It spins me right back into that mindless place where nothing else exists. Nopast, no future, just him and I and this moment and he’s so big and he’s so everything and I’d do anything for him, anything–
“You’re allowed to cum, if you want,” he murmurs into my ear, biting me there, bringing me back to myself. My hands are wrapped tightly around his wrist, the one at my throat, and I’m writhing under his grip, spiraling, spiraling–when did he get me flat on my back? How long has he been pinning me down like this, jacking me off while laying over me, so intimate and close? It’s so fucking good that I think I might–
“Young-gi–” My voice wavers. “Daddy, fuck, please Young-gi, Young-gi!”
I sound afraid. Iamafraid. I’m not sure why.
He leans over me, his voice rough and husky and promising me all kinds of things. All kinds of permanent things.
“I’m here,” he says to me, right into my mouth, pulling the air from my lungs before I can use it to clear my head. “I’m here for you, Tommy. You can do it, you’re alright. You can do it, sweet boy. I’m right here.”
“I can’t!” I wail, but it’s a lie because Iam.I’m cumming hard, my whole body feeling dipped in hot lightning, zapped through every nerve ending, ripped in half and torn apart. My dick throbs in his grip and I groan loud and long, my vision dark and spotty. The orgasm lasts forever and I don’t know if it’s because of the breath play or the blood play, but either way, it goes on and on.
When I blink next, I’m curled on my side on the floor of Young-gi’s war room, and he’s holding me close, hiding my face against his chest. He runs his hand down my back, humming tunelessly to me in a comforting way. My fingers dig into his back, clutching him to me, and I finally relax with a huge sigh of relief.
“Fuck,” I huff, feeling wrung out. “Shit…. Goddamn.”
“Such a good boy,” Young-gi rumbles. “You deserve to feel good.”
I stiffen. Anxiety and shame slither through me and I hide my face even closer to him, shaking like a leaf. “Whatever,” I choke out, horrified to realize I’m crying now. “Fuck you.”
“I’ve got you.” He keeps petting me. “You’re alright.”
“Shut up.” I grit my teeth and try to swallow all my tears back in, try to shove them back down inside. “I’m fine.”
Crack!A sharp smack on my ass makes me jolt. “If you need me to give you a reason to cry, I will.”
I grip his shirt and consider it. Maybe I do need a reason. But as I stare at his chest, everything gets watery again and I start crying with no excuse at all. “Fuck you,” I manage, but it’s weak and wobbly. “I can cry if I want to, I don’t need your help.”
He shushes me gently, like I’m talking nonsense. And we lie here on the cold, hard floor while I fall apart, crying as silently as I can in his arms and knowing it’s not silent enough to go unnoticed. But he lets me cry and holds me, keeps me together and warm and safe while I have my moment. And…
And I think…
I needed this.
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Young-gi
Tommy hides his face against my chest and cries, clutching me and cussing at me a little, just getting it all out. I don’t care that we’re on the floor, or that Yosef and a security detail are waiting for us in the parking lot. I don’t care about anything right now, except Tommy.
