"Tell me what you want." That smooth voice drifted up from between Shane's thighs. Arcade placed a slow sucking kiss on his skin, not two inches from his tortured erection.
Inhuman sounds issued forth from the bound man's lips. It took every ounce of self control in his body to keep himself from rolling his hips closer to that heavenly mouth. "I want...I want you to let me come..." He'd never heard himself like this, whining like a little bitch between ragged gasps. "I wanna come in that cockteasing fucking mouth of yours." His balls had never ached so deeply, radiating steady pain up through the pit of his stomach.
Arcade licked his lips and studied the twitching cock in front of him. He'd never seen one so thick, but that was only to be expected of a man of the courier's stature. He was nearly seven feet of scars, sun, black hair and tight muscle. Seeing such a man bound and helpless, tearing up in frustration and promising Arcade the world in return for sweet release... He felt a stirring between his own legs and his self control waned. He dragged the very tip of his tongue along the underside of Shane's hot shaft, tracing one of the more prominent veins visible from beneath his flesh.
The sound that ripped out of the courier's throat was hardly human, a wordless prayer mixed with an undeniable note of agony. The relief was eclipsed by the knowledge that it was all together possible that Arcade would be cruel again, just as he'd been for hours now. That he'd lap and suck and drag his teeth along his thick meat, pushing him further and further until his lips shone with his precome and he had him chanting, fuck, aww fuck, I'm coming, I'm gonna fucking come before pulling back, leaving Shane to writhe and curse and whimper at the loss. He'd lost count of these brutal abandonments long ago, and there was no telling when they would end.
But Arcade found that he needed to taste his come as badly as Shane needed to give it to him. He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around the courier's badly neglected shaft, adoring his slit with his tongue. A cool hand came up to palm his aching balls. It didn't take more of a few seconds of sweet stimulation to make him explode. The sensation that flooded the courier's body was overwhelming. He arched his back, lifting his ass up off of the chair and forcing himself further down the doctor's throat. He unloaded string after string of hot come, a barely comprehensible volley of praise and thanks pouring from his lips.
As his cock twitched out the last of his load he sank back down onto the seat, tipping his head back and gulping for air. Arcade pulled back and coughed, his throat raw, before sitting up and offering Shane his mouth. The courier's eyes opened just enough to appreciate the mess he'd made before sucking his companion's lips clean of his sticky come.
A little later, after Arcade had cut him free of the rope and kissed at the redness around his wrists, Shane lowered the doctor into the chair and pinned him there with strong, calloused hands. "Well, look what we've got here?" His deep voice had an edge to it that simultaneously thrilled and terrified the man beneath him. "Have any more rope, Doc?"
Arcade/M!Courier: The Back of Your Mouth [1B/1]
Inhuman sounds issued forth from the bound man's lips. It took every ounce of self control in his body to keep himself from rolling his hips closer to that heavenly mouth. "I want...I want you to let me come..." He'd never heard himself like this, whining like a little bitch between ragged gasps. "I wanna come in that cockteasing fucking mouth of yours." His balls had never ached so deeply, radiating steady pain up through the pit of his stomach.
Arcade licked his lips and studied the twitching cock in front of him. He'd never seen one so thick, but that was only to be expected of a man of the courier's stature. He was nearly seven feet of scars, sun, black hair and tight muscle. Seeing such a man bound and helpless, tearing up in frustration and promising Arcade the world in return for sweet release... He felt a stirring between his own legs and his self control waned. He dragged the very tip of his tongue along the underside of Shane's hot shaft, tracing one of the more prominent veins visible from beneath his flesh.
The sound that ripped out of the courier's throat was hardly human, a wordless prayer mixed with an undeniable note of agony. The relief was eclipsed by the knowledge that it was all together possible that Arcade would be cruel again, just as he'd been for hours now. That he'd lap and suck and drag his teeth along his thick meat, pushing him further and further until his lips shone with his precome and he had him chanting, fuck, aww fuck, I'm coming, I'm gonna fucking come before pulling back, leaving Shane to writhe and curse and whimper at the loss. He'd lost count of these brutal abandonments long ago, and there was no telling when they would end.
But Arcade found that he needed to taste his come as badly as Shane needed to give it to him. He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around the courier's badly neglected shaft, adoring his slit with his tongue. A cool hand came up to palm his aching balls.
It didn't take more of a few seconds of sweet stimulation to make him explode. The sensation that flooded the courier's body was overwhelming. He arched his back, lifting his ass up off of the chair and forcing himself further down the doctor's throat. He unloaded string after string of hot come, a barely comprehensible volley of praise and thanks pouring from his lips.
As his cock twitched out the last of his load he sank back down onto the seat, tipping his head back and gulping for air. Arcade pulled back and coughed, his throat raw, before sitting up and offering Shane his mouth. The courier's eyes opened just enough to appreciate the mess he'd made before sucking his companion's lips clean of his sticky come.
A little later, after Arcade had cut him free of the rope and kissed at the redness around his wrists, Shane lowered the doctor into the chair and pinned him there with strong, calloused hands. "Well, look what we've got here?" His deep voice had an edge to it that simultaneously thrilled and terrified the man beneath him. "Have any more rope, Doc?"
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