To his dismay, Jun skirted around it, laving at his belly, tongue slipping beneath Theo’s cock and barely skimming his shaft.
Theo tossed his head against the pillow, his wrists nearly slipping from their loose bindings. “Please, Jun! Don’t tease me.”
Jun gave a thoughtful hum as he sucked on Theo’s balls, rolling them on his tongue while his thumb pressed hard on the stretch of skin behind them. Theo was suddenly reminded of how achingly empty he was, how desperate to be filled. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I’ll be so good; I promise. I’ll even do my best to keep my mouth shut, to be quiet, please!”
A promise he was already showing evidence of being unable to uphold. It had been the primary complaint of his previous lovers, and Theo was determined to correct it if that was what he needed to do to have Jun.
Jun surged up with a fierce snarl, hooked the tips of his fingers behind Theo’s bottom teeth, and tugged his lower jaw down. “Keep your mouth open. I want to hear you.”
The tip of Theo’s tongue caught on those fingers as he answered quietly, muffled by Jun’s firm hand, “Yes, Captain.”
Chapter Eighteen
Theo had been expecting a small acknowledgement of his compliance. Perhaps a hint of a smile or a kind word.
He was not expecting Jun to immediately reward him by slipping his fingers free and sliding down to suck his cock.
Jun’s strong hands held him by the hips as he bobbed his head, sucking so hard Theo could feel the pull in his toes.
“Oh stars! Jun. Captain. You really, truly ought to stop that if you wish this to last more than a moment.”
Jun pulled off with a wet pop that made Theo’s balls draw up tight. His voice was even lower than usual, as dark as deepest space. “Getting close?”
Theo nodded somewhat desperately, chewing on his lower lip and shifting fitfully on the bed.
Jun clamped one hand tightly around the base of his cock, letting the head rest against his lips as he spoke. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
He sucked Theo back down as if the matter was settled, as if Theo could simply stave off his own orgasm through sheer force of will.
Theo arched with a cry as he hit the back of Jun’s throat, and Jun just swallowed around him. “I can’t—I’m going to—”
Jun’s head came up with a growl, bared teeth pressed against Theo’s thigh, his fingers an iron ring around Theo’s cock. “You can. Be good for me.”
Maintaining focus had always been a problem for Theo. Yet somehow, like this, he could think of nothing else but Jun. His strong body and rough hands, the silken touch of his tongue, his deep, harsh sounds as he let Theo inside.
Be good, he had said, and Theo wanted to be that for him above all else. Only for Jun.
“Alright. Yes, I will. I’ll do my best, but you feel so—ah!”
Jun swirled his tongue on that sensitive spot just below the flare of Theo’s cockhead, and it was nearly all over. In an effort to get away, Theo twisted his hips, desperate not to disobey command. Jun chased him, holding his cock steady while he changed course. He flicked tiny little licks up and down Theo’s shaft that hit him like a jolt of electricity. It made him shake and huff out sharp little sounds on every breath.
Dark eyes flashed up at him through thick black lashes, and Theo finally lost his very last shred of dignity. “Please. Please, Jun. Captain, please! I need you.”
No response came beyond a slow, leisurely suck at the very tip, Jun’s tongue working him like a kiss, dipping sweetly into the slit. Theo dug his heels into Jun’s shoulders, speaking through gritted teeth. “Jun, I swear by your giant, ugly, rusted ship. If you do not get up here and take your clothes off, I will shoot down your throat in the next three seconds.”
That got a reaction.
Possibly more of a reaction than Theo had bargained for.
His spit-slick cock slapped against his belly as Jun released him. Theo waited, legs tossed to either side while Jun prowled up his body on hands and knees, his clothes scraping against Theo’s skin. Jun leaned down to take Theo’s jaw in hand, eyes snapping. “I thought you said you were going to be good. What happened to that?”
Theo squirmed with a plaintive whine, grasping the ribbons tightly. “I’m sorry. You feel so incredible, and I’m not used to being on the receiving end of that particular act. I want to—I want to be good, but I’m not. I’m just not. No matter how I try. Please don’t stop.”
He shut his mouth against the building overflow of humiliating, pleading words that crowded his throat. Asking Jun to stay, to keep Theo close even though he wasn’t any good. Promising to try harder, to do anything, to let Jun do anything he fancied, anything at all.
Jun seemed to hear him anyway, brow furrowing as he softened his grip on Theo’s jaw. He stroked Theo’s face lightly, tenderly, and Theo had to blink against a sudden mortifying threat of tears. He let out a strained bit of laughter, instead.
“I’m sure it’s no surprise to you that I can’t manage to control myself for more than a minute at a time. That I can’t even pretend to be good for you.”
Jun’s forehead pressed so hard against the side of Theo’s face that Theo could feel his lashes flutter, and then Jun was gone, moving away. Theo bit back a harsh cry of disappointment when Jun sat up and climbed off the bed entirely. He turned his face into his upper arm to hide as he began to work his hands free of their binds. It wouldn’t take more than a moment’s work to escape the loose ribbons.
“Stop.”
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