He had every reason to feel powerful right now. James McCafferty was not known for being vulnerable in front of anyone. That was part of the reason why he didn't actually do this sort of thing often. Not just with me, of course, since he'd never done that, but with women as well. He didn't like the loss of control, didn't like not having the upper hand. So he was the type to typically give far more often than he received for that precise reason. But right now, Fisher had him whimpering and panting, completely under his control.
The slow, teasing movements of the other man's mouth upon him were good. Otherwise, he would have gotten off without minutes simply because of how long it had been, how turned on he was, how eager his cock was right now. But this would help him to last a bit longer, to savor it, and he knew that when he finally did get off, it was going to be nothing short of epic.
As was typical for a man getting his cock sucked, a hand moved down to entangle in the other man's hair, but not to try to take control of the situation, just to touch him, to feel him there, as he opened his eyes and tilted his head up, watching him intently, the vision of it almost as good as the act itself. His other hand moved down to his hip, sliding over Fisher's own before lacing their fingers together.
James' entire body was on fire. And already he could feel it, the tightening of his balls, the throbbing of his shaft. He whimpered, his body giving a shudder as fingers tightened in the other man's hair and squeezed his hand. The muscles in his stomach jumped and jerked and he cried out, dick pulsing forth jets of hot, salty cum.