Marvelous does as he’s bid, sweeping his thumb gently across Don’s nipple, light enough so that he won’t get overstimulated quickly but very much there, right where Don wants it. He tightens his grip on Marvelous’s shoulders and lets himself tilt his head back and just enjoy it. Marvelous’s hand is so warm on his chest, so steady, and with just a single finger he’s able to bring Don enough pleasure to make him sigh with delight, little shivers running up and down his spine. And Marvelous is giving him a good show, too, stroking his cock slowly but firmly, and letting it show in his expression how much he’s enjoying himself.
When Don orders him to come, he doesn’t necessarily mean that instant, because expecting someone to orgasm on command would be outright unrealistic, but Marvelous does it anyway. He lets out a long groan as he comes, spilling his semen down the insides of both Don’s thighs and his own. He’s actually starting to look a little tired, now that he’s on his third orgasm inside of a few minutes with hardly any time to rest, but he keeps his hand going on his cock without faltering. Don is very impressed, and just about to praise him, when Marvelous speaks completely out of turn, groaning out a few words before cutting himself off as he realizes his mistake. He looks up at Don almost pitifully, waiting to hear what Don will make him do as punishment for his outburst even as he’s panting and still stroking himself.
For a moment, Don isn’t sure how to react. He’s a little shocked that Marvelous would slip up like that, except for how he isn’t - it makes perfect sense that Marvelous would have trouble with self-restraint, after all. And at the same time, it’s not like Don had forbidden him to speak, and making him start over again now might be too cruel. Maybe it wouldn’t be too lenient of him to allow Marvelous a chance to redeem himself.
Don laughs softly and reaches up to stroke Marvelous’s cheek. “Don’t fret, I’m not displeased with you,” he says. “I know you’re just trying to please me, and that you want to do it so badly that you just can’t contain yourself. You can’t help wanting to serve your purpose.” He leans forward and kisses Marvelous’s parted lips, swallowing up the noises he makes. “And you’re doing a good job of it,” he adds. He presses his mouth to Marvelous’s for another moment before breaking the kiss again and leaning back. “I’m not displeased with you for wanting to tell me how I look.” He runs one hand down to Marvelous’s chest and takes one of Marvelous’s nipples - not so pert and tender as his own, but sensitive nonetheless - between his fingers, toying with it idly as he speaks. “I want to hear what you have to say. Tell me all the things it’s doing to you just to look at me, and then I’ll decide whether I’m displeased or not.” He gives Marvelous’s nipple a little tweak. “And don’t forget to call me sir.”
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When Don orders him to come, he doesn’t necessarily mean that instant, because expecting someone to orgasm on command would be outright unrealistic, but Marvelous does it anyway. He lets out a long groan as he comes, spilling his semen down the insides of both Don’s thighs and his own. He’s actually starting to look a little tired, now that he’s on his third orgasm inside of a few minutes with hardly any time to rest, but he keeps his hand going on his cock without faltering. Don is very impressed, and just about to praise him, when Marvelous speaks completely out of turn, groaning out a few words before cutting himself off as he realizes his mistake. He looks up at Don almost pitifully, waiting to hear what Don will make him do as punishment for his outburst even as he’s panting and still stroking himself.
For a moment, Don isn’t sure how to react. He’s a little shocked that Marvelous would slip up like that, except for how he isn’t - it makes perfect sense that Marvelous would have trouble with self-restraint, after all. And at the same time, it’s not like Don had forbidden him to speak, and making him start over again now might be too cruel. Maybe it wouldn’t be too lenient of him to allow Marvelous a chance to redeem himself.
Don laughs softly and reaches up to stroke Marvelous’s cheek. “Don’t fret, I’m not displeased with you,” he says. “I know you’re just trying to please me, and that you want to do it so badly that you just can’t contain yourself. You can’t help wanting to serve your purpose.” He leans forward and kisses Marvelous’s parted lips, swallowing up the noises he makes. “And you’re doing a good job of it,” he adds. He presses his mouth to Marvelous’s for another moment before breaking the kiss again and leaning back. “I’m not displeased with you for wanting to tell me how I look.” He runs one hand down to Marvelous’s chest and takes one of Marvelous’s nipples - not so pert and tender as his own, but sensitive nonetheless - between his fingers, toying with it idly as he speaks. “I want to hear what you have to say. Tell me all the things it’s doing to you just to look at me, and then I’ll decide whether I’m displeased or not.” He gives Marvelous’s nipple a little tweak. “And don’t forget to call me sir.”