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“Yes. Sir. Yes, sir. Please.” Max gasped as Krumm’s tongue slid over his hole, starting from the cleft of his ass and sliding up to his balls.
Krumm licked again, focusing now exclusively on Max’s asshole, and he twirled his tongue around in short bursts that made Max’s toes curl. His tongue was hot and wet, and there was a particular roughness to it that reminded Max of sandpaper. Max couldn’t believe the amount of attention Krumm was lavishing his asshole with.
“Can… Can I touch you, sir?” Max pleaded.
“Mm, of course,” Krumm rumbled. “You may touch however you wish, as long as you do not touch your cock.”
Max thrust his hands down to stroke the top of Krumm’s head, greedily tracing the lines of his tattoos as he arched up to grind against his tongue. He pulled Krumm in close, angling his hips until he had Krumm’s tongue right where he wanted it. The wet pressure there at the top of his hole and teasing over his taint felt fantastic, and he could feel Krumm’s thick spit running down between his cheeks.
“Yes, mmm, fuck, sir…” Max rubbed Krumm’s scalp as he rode his face, groaning hungrily. The sensations were intense, and Max’s chest dipped when Krumm’s tongue pressed inside of him. He wanted more immediately, and he whined, bucking his hips down.
“Easy,” Krumm mumbled in warning. “Patience.”
Max huffed, but he quieted down. He wanted to be good. Being good meant doing what Krumm told him to, and he closed his eyes as he tried to get his breathing under control. His hole was so soft and wet, and the tip of Krumm’s tongue easily plunged in and out. It wasn’t nearly enough, a cruel tease at best, but Max relaxed.
He could do this.
He could be good.
Max eased the rocking of his hips, instead focusing on stroking Krumm’s head and enjoying the warm swipes of his tongue. Even without the penetration he sought, it felt fantastic, and he let himself moan appreciatively. “Feels good, sir. Mmm, fuck, it feels so good.”
Krumm rumbled, a low growl, and he pushed his tongue in deep.
Max cried out in surprise, the sudden stretch making his back arch. He couldn’t believe how effortlessly Krumm had thrust his tongue inside, and he didn’t feel any pain. The stretch made him squirm, but it didn’t hurt. Krumm’s tongue was thick, swelling now and somehow growing bigger, and Max moaned until his voice cracked, devolving into a litany of frantic pants.
Good boy, he knew.
He’d beengoodand Krumm was rewarding him now.
Krumm’s tongue fucked into him faster, twirling as it reached impossible depths, and Max gasped. It was like they were having sex, yet it was only Krumm’s tongue, and the desire to come was rising fast. The pressure was perfect, scalding hot, and Max couldn’t believe how hard he was. He longed to take himself in hand, but no, he wanted to be good.
More than that, he wanted to be perfect.
He took Krumm’s tongue over and over, even as the raw pleasure threatened to drive him insane because there was simply no end to it. Wet thrusts and slick slams had opened Max’s hole up wide, and he whimpered as Krumm’s tongue simply grew thicker to keep that sweet thrill of being stretched ongoing.
Max soon didn’t even care about getting off. The urge was there, but it was far away now, and he eventually let his arms drop back to the bed. His legs fell apart, his cock dripped onto his stomach, and he was totally pliant now. He was a mess of sensation, his skin soaked in sweat and prickling, and his pulse was thudding in his balls, the head of his dick, and deep inside his hole where Krumm’s fat tongue relentlessly fucked him.
He had no idea how long it had gone on for—minutes? Hours? He only knew that his body felt heavy, sluggish, and he moaned pitifully when Krumm finally withdrew his tongue with a noisy slurp.
“Good boy.” Krumm kissed Max’s thigh. “You were such a very good boy.”
Max’s chest filled with pride, and he smiled. “Th-thank you. Thank you, sir.”
Krumm surged upward, wiping off his mouth before he pressed a kiss to Max’s lips.
Max kissed back with a soft whimper, and his legs quaked as he squeezed them around Krumm’s hips. Krumm’s cock was pressing into his groin, and he longed to grind against it. He did not, however, knowing that he hadn’t been given permission to yet.
That’s how he could be good.
He just had to listen and obey, and the praise would come, a sense of satisfaction he’d never experienced before and wanted to hold on to forever.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Krumm murmured. “I’m going to give you my cock, and you’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
Max gasped when Krumm’s cock pushed inside, hot and slick, and his body sprang back to life as he was filled. He arched off the bed to grab Krumm’s shoulders, rolling his hips down to meet him for that first perfect thrust.
