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MoldaviteGreen
The world’s upside down here…
- Joined
- Dec 7, 2018
Emil listened to the only thing that mattered: the deity above him, all dark and enigmatic. He listened to the subtle, quiet tells. Drank them deep as he had with all knowledge of his stranger and nestled it in against the wild beat of his heart.
The hitch of the man's inhale. The length that same breath was held and then released with a shake. How the man couldn't finish his words and how he cursed. The lean of the man's gorgeous body as Emil traced teeth and lips down over sculpted muscle in a path of pain. How his stranger's thick fingers were still curled into his hair so firmly that Emil's scalp was beginning to burn deliciously.
He was on his knees, having counted to ten and thanked the man above him for each. The cavity of his mouth was wet as Emil found it pooled with saliva. He craved more than muscle between his teeth. He craved more than just the taste of the man on the tip of his tongue. Truly, it wasn't a craving at all. It was a dizzying, logic-defying need that left Emil feeling like the world would fall from its spin if he didn't earn it.
The man's dark eyes were on the tilt of Emil's mouth, and it made that smirk twist into something, somehow, more wicked. Emil's own breath hitched as he felt the air wash free of the room. This tension between them was suffocating, and Emil gave himself to it so very freely. He pressed forward onto his knees until the leather harness groaned again.
Where his stranger's fingers fell to, Emil's arctic gaze followed. He watched them snap open the button. Observed the swell behind the leather that seemed impossibly thicker than before. Emil didn't realise that he licked his lips, but he found them wet when his eyes snapped up to meet the man's own upon the rumble of his stranger's voice.
"Yes." Breathless. A whisper. A prayer. Emil swallowed thickly, and shoved down that coiling discomfort of his position of submission. What spilt next from his mouth was purred with unadulterated need. "Yes, Sir."
Emil's head was already tipped back by the hand in his hair. He opened his mouth, slipped the flat of his tongue over his lower teeth and the pulp of his lower lip. And as much as he wished to observe the thick cock that was pulled free, Emil found himself unable to look away from those dark eyes.
He couldn't look away. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but inhale the heady scent of the man's cock as his stranger smeared his pre over Emil's lips. It made him so fucking dizzy that Emil moved to catch himself with a hand upon his stranger's thigh. Emil, tipped forward despite the firm hand in his hair, found his nose pressed in under his stranger's tight sack.
"Fuck," he moaned.
Emil tried to right himself. He tried to push himself to sit back on his heels. But his stranger had become the only thing to hold gravity over him, and Emil found himself drawn in and unbalanced. Still, he opened his mouth, pressed the wet of his tongue against the underside of the root, and licked over dark, swollen flesh. His stranger's cock lay heavy over his cheek, against the backdrop of Emil's blooming, lust-induced blush.
He pressed his head back into that hand, strained his mouth wider and felt his saliva drool out across his tongue. Fuck my mouth. Let me taste you. I need you, so much. Yet, like a good man, Emil held his mouth open for his stranger's beautiful cock.
The hitch of the man's inhale. The length that same breath was held and then released with a shake. How the man couldn't finish his words and how he cursed. The lean of the man's gorgeous body as Emil traced teeth and lips down over sculpted muscle in a path of pain. How his stranger's thick fingers were still curled into his hair so firmly that Emil's scalp was beginning to burn deliciously.
He was on his knees, having counted to ten and thanked the man above him for each. The cavity of his mouth was wet as Emil found it pooled with saliva. He craved more than muscle between his teeth. He craved more than just the taste of the man on the tip of his tongue. Truly, it wasn't a craving at all. It was a dizzying, logic-defying need that left Emil feeling like the world would fall from its spin if he didn't earn it.
The man's dark eyes were on the tilt of Emil's mouth, and it made that smirk twist into something, somehow, more wicked. Emil's own breath hitched as he felt the air wash free of the room. This tension between them was suffocating, and Emil gave himself to it so very freely. He pressed forward onto his knees until the leather harness groaned again.
Where his stranger's fingers fell to, Emil's arctic gaze followed. He watched them snap open the button. Observed the swell behind the leather that seemed impossibly thicker than before. Emil didn't realise that he licked his lips, but he found them wet when his eyes snapped up to meet the man's own upon the rumble of his stranger's voice.
"Yes." Breathless. A whisper. A prayer. Emil swallowed thickly, and shoved down that coiling discomfort of his position of submission. What spilt next from his mouth was purred with unadulterated need. "Yes, Sir."
Emil's head was already tipped back by the hand in his hair. He opened his mouth, slipped the flat of his tongue over his lower teeth and the pulp of his lower lip. And as much as he wished to observe the thick cock that was pulled free, Emil found himself unable to look away from those dark eyes.
He couldn't look away. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but inhale the heady scent of the man's cock as his stranger smeared his pre over Emil's lips. It made him so fucking dizzy that Emil moved to catch himself with a hand upon his stranger's thigh. Emil, tipped forward despite the firm hand in his hair, found his nose pressed in under his stranger's tight sack.
"Fuck," he moaned.
Emil tried to right himself. He tried to push himself to sit back on his heels. But his stranger had become the only thing to hold gravity over him, and Emil found himself drawn in and unbalanced. Still, he opened his mouth, pressed the wet of his tongue against the underside of the root, and licked over dark, swollen flesh. His stranger's cock lay heavy over his cheek, against the backdrop of Emil's blooming, lust-induced blush.
He pressed his head back into that hand, strained his mouth wider and felt his saliva drool out across his tongue. Fuck my mouth. Let me taste you. I need you, so much. Yet, like a good man, Emil held his mouth open for his stranger's beautiful cock.