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Fuck. That shouldn’t be hot, but I feel my own cock harden at the thought. His fingers leisurely trace the shape of my mouth, then he guides me even further. Down. Until my lips touch his wet slit and my breath hitches. Then he forces me to look up again. “If you want me to put you in place, I will gladly do so. But not like that,chaton. This—” The corners of his lips tick up cruelly, and he pulls me in and onto his cock. My lips spread as they wrap around his wetness, inhaling its heady, salty scent. “Is how I’ll train you. How I’ll punish you. This is how I’ll show you how you are mine, Régis. By kneeling for me and worshipping my cock. By providing the perfect suction with your gorgeous lips. By your silence and obedience. That, my little stepbrother, is submission.”
My veins sizzle with something fierce, making my own cock buck in my pants. And then my tongue curls around his hard shaft and I take his head deeper inside my mouth. Arthur groans, his fingers wrapping around the back of my head as he holds me in place. There’s no time to panic when he glides deeper into my mouth, no time to gag on his rigid length as it claims my throat, because for some twisted reason even my body obeys. Relaxing my throat, I let him in, swallowing around him as his dick hardens even further, leaking his precum inside my throat. I hum at that salty taste, tipping my head forward to get more of him, more of this moment.
“Such a good, little stepbrother, Régis,” he breathes. “Youtake my cock so well.” My eyes fly up to his, but when our gazes collide, I see no mocking. There’s only heat radiating through the tiny slice of his dark brown iris, because his black pupils have taken over the rest of his eyes. Hungry, as he watches me feast on his cock, ravished by its taste, its texture, and the power he holds over me, but somehow doesn’t use against me.
I let him.
“Come on,chaton, use your claws.”
My nails come out immediately, scratching the warm skin of his upper legs as my head keeps on bobbing, led by his hand. Fuck, it feels good to rip him, to see blood on his flawless skin. To know that I have power over him as well.
“That’s it,” Arthur purrs. “Hmm, yeah, keep going.” He drags his hand from my nape to my shoulder blades and squeezes, massaging the tense muscles as I keep on blowing him. “Fuck yeah, I’m going to…” His cum floods my throat and I swallow around the eruption, taking in all he’s got to give. It’s a lot, and when both his hands fly to my head and cup my temples to keep my mouth on his cock as he moans and hisses, he’s got me perfectly encaved. It’s like being in a small, refined area, with the focus on one, simple task.
It quiets my mind.
When I’ve fully milked him, I pull back and lick his crown clean. He drags his hold toward my face, cupping my cheeks with his larger hands, forcing me to look up.
“Hmm… that was perfect. Does that make you feel good?” His tone is soft, low, thick with that usual touch of hoarseness that I love so much. And his eyes…they seem to look right through me. Seem to know what’s going on through my mind.
“Yeah.”
There are so many things I should be rehearsing, not sucking my stepbrother’s cock.
“Better,” I admit carefully, “Though sometimes I wonder ifit’s not just a trick.” The confession makes me swallow hard, heart thumping fast. I can’t believe I said that out loud.
Arthur gives me a stilted look and cocks his head. He waits a beat, before asking, “Trick?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, suddenly feeling a little silly. “You know, like you don’t mean it?” It comes out on a croak, followed by a shudder, when Arthur’s fingers trail down over my chest, following the path of curves toward my belly button, to where my own cock is still hard and leaking, apparently not caring that my mind is trying to escape again.
“Well, this situation is quite the challenge,” he finally admits. His digits circle the crown where my slit is oozing precum. My body trembles again, this time in pure heated anticipation. “There are plenty of reasons to declare the both of us crazy.”
“Because we’re stepbrothers?” The words come out on a restrained breath, Arthur’s fingers tightening around my cockhead, swiping up the sticky mess I’m making.
He drapes his larger body over mine, then dips his head to level my eyes with his dark glow. “Hmm,” he purrs in my ear. “That. We live in the same family. But also because we’re both after the same prize.” His hand forms a tight fist around my shafting. I swallow thickly, watching him watch the way my Adam’s apple bobs. It somehow intensifies this need to challenge him again. His smug, handsome glare, all satisfied and content, doesn’t do anything to make that less. My cock is throbbing, his pressing fingers making it difficult to fight the feral need to roll my hips and search for relief. My hard-on is raging, desperate. But there’s something preventing me from giving in—this thrilling rivalry.
Arthur leans forward, raking me with his wicked gaze. “I think it’s time to put some rules in place, little stepbrother.” Placing his other hand on my thigh, he makes a show of dipping his gaze toward my straining cock that’s currently held hostageby his hand. When he looks up again, his eyes are pupil-blown, glowing fiercely.
His mouth is on mine before I can take in the next breath of air. Soft, wet lips drag over mine, brushing together and bringing back those treacherous flutters in no time. They are everywhere in my stomach, despite his words, my body still wanting more from him.Needingmore from him.
“No more calling Dad in prison,” he whispers against my lips, followed by a soft kiss. “No more punishments in cages. Locking you up like you’re a piece of meat.” Another press of his mouth. “No more kept inside insecurity.” He purses another kiss onto my lips, then slides all the way down. Leaning back on his haunches, he slides both hands over my thighs, before lowering his mouth toward my leaking cock. My gaze stutters when he presses a peck onto the wet crown, hips rolling up on its own volition.
Arthur chuckles lowly. “Hmm.” He sweeps up the wetness, licking his lips when he’s suckled it down. My knees start to tremble and I swallow away my moans. “Guidance.” His tongue darts out and he laps some more at the crown. When his dark eyes meet mine he grins devilishly. “You want some more of my guidance.” I moan, then tip my head back up, unable to look when his hot mouth wraps around my cock. I am so turned on that I won’t last. “And I’ll give it to you.” My cock sinks deeper into his mouth.
“F-fuck—” I pant.
“That’s right, little stepbrother. Fuck into my mouth,chaton. Take what you want.”
Tentatively, I rock my hips a little forward. Arthur hums, sending a zip of desire through my spine. “More.”
I do it again, and a string of whimpers escapes from my mouth. “I can’t…oh, god, of, fuck…”
Arthur grabs both my ass cheeks and squeezes them deliciously, making me moan in desperation as he grinds meforcefully onto his cock. My eyes roll back, toes curling as hot, thick arousal consumes my entire body, spreading around like wildfire. This feels so fucking good. He hums in approval, and the low, raspy sound wracks me entirely, destroying the remaining defenses my heart keeps around. They crumble to the ground and my hips pick up his guiding rhythm, bucking forward and causing him to gag. It’s the filthiest, hottest sound I’ve ever heard. I look down and catch sight of drool and spit rolling down the corners of his lips.
“Fuck, so hot.” Smearing my fingers through the mess, his gaze flicks up and our eyes meet. And then he hums again, and I explode. I come on a howl, knees trembling and hips sluggishly rocking forward a few jerky last times. Fucking fireworks. Arthur’s throat works around my cock, swallowing me down until I’m left a panting, sensitive mess. Only then does he get up, puts my dick back inside my pants, then stands up. Tilting my chin, I look up at him, unsure of what to say now. We stay in silence, but our eyes speak truths in their search for each other. Truths we can’t even begin to describe.
Trust.
Safety.
