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Quinten tilted his head back, tracing Caden’s mouth with one of his fingers. “You’re going to look so gorgeous with my cock in here.”
Arousal surged through him so hard and fast he felt his eyes begin to glow and his teeth start to sharpen.
Quinten tsked teasingly. “No fangs, kitten.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. Swallowing, he concentrated for a second until they were back to normal, then opened his mouth to show he was ready.
Groaning, Quinten pushed two fingers inside, rubbing them against his tongue. He moaned, automatically closing around them and sucking.
“So eager,” Quinten said, his deep voice little more than a rumble that cascaded over Caden’s skin. He slipped his fingers free and grabbed the base of his cock, pointing the broad head at Caden, but his grip in his hair held him in place. “You ready?”
He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, staring at the dripping tip right in front of him. The scent was overwhelming, wrapping around him and making him lightheaded. “Yes, Quin.”
Grinning ferally, Quinten closed the last few inches between them until his weeping head was brushing against Caden’s lips. He painted his precome across Caden’s bottom one, and he moaned, licking at it and then Quinten’s slit, lapping up as much as he could get.
“Open for me, Caden. Show me how well you can suck me.”
He opened wide, holding still as Quinten fed him his cock.
“Good,” Quinten murmured. “Now, suck.”
Caden closed his lips around him and hollowed his cheeks, his eyes rolling back in his head at the musky taste so bright and strong on his tongue. He tried to hold still, to let Quinten lead, but he wanted more, he wanted all of it.
Quinten’s hold tightened in his hair, shooting little jolts of electricity down his scalp and spine until they settled in his balls, and he moaned around his mouthful.
“That’s it, kitten.” He pulled out until only the head was still inside, then pushed forward, giving Caden even more. Quinten moaned and did it again. “Look at me, Caden.”
It took effort for him to focus his eyes, but he did it, slurping on Quinten’s cock as he met his fiery gaze.
“Fuck,” he grunted, hips slamming forward and making Caden gag. “Shit, sorry.”
Caden shook his head as best he could, holding on to the back of Quinten’s thighs. He didn’t want sorry; he wanted to be used. For Quinten to get himself off and own Caden in the process.
“We’ll have to work on your gag reflex,” Quinten said, shallowing his thrusts despite Caden’s desire to choke on him. “I bet you’ll love to practice, won’t you?”
He had an image of himself on his knees under Quinten’s desk, practicing not gagging on his big cock as Quinten conducted business above him.
Whimpering, he tried to nod.
Quinten hummed and picked up his pace, using his grip on Caden to pull him forward at the same time he sank back in. “Fuck yeah, you will. My good kitten. You’re going to live to suck my dick, aren’t you?”
Caden’s eyes rolled back, and his hips punched forward, come shooting out of his untouched cock. He screamed around Quinten as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him.
He heard Quinten swear above him, but he couldn’t focus, could barely keep himself upright.
“Suck on the tip,” he grunted, and somehow, Caden complied even as he listed a little to the side.
He heard the wet sound of Quinten’s fist stroke himself furiously, and then his essence was filling Caden’s mouth, spurting onto his tongue and drowning him in his flavor. Moaning, he sucked at him greedily, wanting every last drop.
He zoned out for a bit and only came around when Quinten eased his fully softened cock from his suckling lips. Gently, Quinten stroked his head and tipped his face up.
“You were perfect, kitten.”
Tears filled his eyes, warmth flooding him. Sucking in a hiccupping breath, he leaned into Quinten, wrapping his arms around his hips and holding tight.
Quinten just kept stroking his hair and ears, scratching lightly at his nape. In no hurry at all.
Once his breathing evened out and his tears stopped, Caden opened his eyes and stared at the tattoo of the red rose on Quinten’s hip. He traced the outline, smiling when Quinten shivered.
