It’s hotter than Don would have ever expected to see Marvelous touching himself so lightly, his face the picture of frustration and tension as he teases himself at Don’s command. He’s panting heavily, with his eyes riveted on Don all the while, occasionally closing his mouth to hold back some desperate sound. “None of that,” says Don, slowly walking back toward Marvelous. “Don’t hold back, I like the way you sound. Let me hear everything I’m doing to you.” It’s only fair, after all, when Marvelous is always coaxing all kinds of whimpering and moaning out of Don the rest of the time!
Don still can’t quite believe that Marvelous is managing to obey his orders; in any other situation, there’s no way he’d be willing to sustain such a light touch on his cock for more than a second. It’s so intoxicating to know that he’s doing it all for Don’s sake. Don doesn’t want to keep him in agony for too terribly long, but at the same time, he loves the thrill of watching Marvelous fight to restrain himself.
“Mmm, you’re such a good boy,” Don purrs as he approaches Marvelous. “That’s enough of that, though.” Once he’s close enough, he slips his arms around Marvelous’s neck, letting him feel the soft brush of his own coat against his skin, and puts his knees on either side of Marvelous’s thighs so that he’s straddling his lap. “Put your hands on my waist, don’t let me slip.” Maybe that’s an odd command to give, but Don doesn’t want to lose his balance; it’d completely ruin his illusion of authority!
As soon as he feels properly balanced, Don kisses the corner of Marvelous’s mouth and moves one of his hands to drag it down Marvelous’s chest. “You’re being so, so good,” he murmurs, running his fingers down Marvelous’s stomach to his groin, and investigating his cock with the same light sweep of his fingertips as before. “Mmm, and so big and hard, too. You’re made for this, aren’t you, made just to pleasure me...” He traces one fingertip in a small circle over the very tip of Marvelous’s cock, over and over, wondering how much more of this Marvelous can bear. “Are you ready for your next order?”
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Date: 2013-01-11 12:37 pm (UTC)From:Don still can’t quite believe that Marvelous is managing to obey his orders; in any other situation, there’s no way he’d be willing to sustain such a light touch on his cock for more than a second. It’s so intoxicating to know that he’s doing it all for Don’s sake. Don doesn’t want to keep him in agony for too terribly long, but at the same time, he loves the thrill of watching Marvelous fight to restrain himself.
“Mmm, you’re such a good boy,” Don purrs as he approaches Marvelous. “That’s enough of that, though.” Once he’s close enough, he slips his arms around Marvelous’s neck, letting him feel the soft brush of his own coat against his skin, and puts his knees on either side of Marvelous’s thighs so that he’s straddling his lap. “Put your hands on my waist, don’t let me slip.” Maybe that’s an odd command to give, but Don doesn’t want to lose his balance; it’d completely ruin his illusion of authority!
As soon as he feels properly balanced, Don kisses the corner of Marvelous’s mouth and moves one of his hands to drag it down Marvelous’s chest. “You’re being so, so good,” he murmurs, running his fingers down Marvelous’s stomach to his groin, and investigating his cock with the same light sweep of his fingertips as before. “Mmm, and so big and hard, too. You’re made for this, aren’t you, made just to pleasure me...” He traces one fingertip in a small circle over the very tip of Marvelous’s cock, over and over, wondering how much more of this Marvelous can bear. “Are you ready for your next order?”