Unbidden, they offered me their throat early in the afternoon.
Throughout the day, reminders.
By late evening, an eagerness, actualizing the offer.
I brushed my teeth first so that I got into bed first, wanting to prop up my pillows and for them to be the ones who come to me.
They kissed me.
They pulled the heavy blankets down halfway.
They touched me.
From tip to base over the sack and back. Gently. Barely. By the time they kissed the tip, I thought I’d had enough of waiting.
Tender, barely-there kisses down the length. Caresses starting from the head. I was a vase in their care.
They pulled the heavy blankets down all the way. They repositioned for a better angle to suck cock from.
They were hungry. They didn’t wait before taking most of me in.
I could only moan.
I pawed at their chest.
Was swatted away.
I pawed again.
Hand held firm against the bed.
Other hand held firm against the bed.
They fucked their face on my cock, harder than before.
I could only moan.
They reposition.
My now free hand runs its fingers through their hair.
My free hand squeezes at their scruff.
My free hand runs across their cheek.
My free hand slaps them.
They take another slap before they had an idea for how to deal with me.
Backed off of me.
Stopped touching me.
They went to our toy chest.
I suggested lube, and a glove.
They told me to play with myself.
I obeyed.
I kept stroking, waiting for them.
They returned.
Presented with a pair of handcuffs, a readied bottle of lube and a black glove, I never got to find out what else they wanted from the chest in the first place.
The headboard’s steel beams were too thick for the handcuffs to latch on to.
I cuffed myself to some black macrame hanging from the corner of the headboard, always thinking it looked too much like shibari rope to not eventually serve the same function.
The loving laughter during intermission.
One finger, lovingly coated.
Eye contact.
Other fingers curled around my cock.
Eye contact.
Their tongue resumed its devoted ministrations.
I could only moan.
Eyes watching my face as I thrust past their lips.
Eyes down in concentration as they force my cock into their throat.
I could only moan.
They ask about a second finger.
I take a second finger.
I say I’m close.
They only go faster.
I arch my back.
The greedy slut doesn’t share any of the cum.
P.S.
The handcuff didn’t unlock for a while.
Then I left to write this, leaving them alone in bed.
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