Ozzy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tragedyinblood) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} beforedawn_ic, |
“Such a good boy,” Santi said, “Of all the things I want to do to you; I want to slap a collar on you so I don’t drift far from your thoughts; I want to put a cock cage on you for an evening and see how needy you get; I want to take you to a club and have everyone see that you’re mine,” his voice grew huskier as he spoke, his orgasm building with each mental image he painted. He thrusted harder, faster into Oz’s mouth until he held Oz to him tightly as he came with a loan moan.
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He wanted that. He wanted all of that. Could Santi tell? Oz gazed up at him, choking, crying, leaking drool and looking an absolute mess but he was so happy. Feeling such incredible bliss with the way Santi used him and the words he spoke. Ozzy moved his fingers in time with those harsh thrusts. His eyelids fluttered as he felt himself coming hard, splattering a mess over his hand and the floor beneath him. Slowly, he removed his fingers from where they'd been buried. He was so high on how good that orgasm was, he completely relaxed into Santi's grip and swallowed down every drop of the other man's release- not willing to lose a drop. Swallowing and swallowing, Oz used his tongue to tease every last bit out he could before he pulled off Santi completely and sucked in some much needed air.
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Santi pulled back as Oz pulled off, his own breathing hard. He felt very content. He felt very good. Fuck. That was just the tip of things, wasn't it? He wanted to do all those things and more. He wanted to pin Oz down and fuck him into next week. He wanted to redden that ass. He wanted - he needed to stop thinking of what he wanted.
He crouched down to meet Oz at his level, a smile crossing his face. He leaned forward and kissed Oz, "Damn, you're addictive. I'm going to need to be careful."
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That smile made his heart throb. Oh. Danger. Maybe he shouldn't think about that feeling too much. Ozzy leaned into that kiss, letting his tongue slide out, teasing Santi's but not deepening the kiss. He let out a soft sigh, "Speak for yourself. I'm already a goner." It was a fact. Ozzy knew it. He hadn't wanted to admit that he'd become addicted to Santi's affections but the words had tumbled out too fast for him to catch. "I'm addicted, Santi-baby." Oz gave a blissful smile then looked down to his cum covered hand. He needed to wash that off before going back to the party. He supposed he could wipe it on his pants but then it would dry and leave a crusty stain..
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