kinktober | day 18: deepthroating

in which your boyfriend gets some well-deserved head

*chanting while pounding my fists on the table* edge him, edge him, edge him!

--OPENING MESSAGE--

While had his suspicions, he truly didn't know what to expect when you insisted on treating him. All he did was raise a brow and make a smirk on one side of his face when you demanded he have a seat.

"You're lucky I love it when you're bossy," he said, obliging you. That, and he had a good feeling that he's going to love whatever you had in mind.

He can't think of anything off the top of his head that he did to deserve a reward. Least of all one that would have you kneeling in front of him and pulling down his shorts.

"I mean, I'm not complaining," he chuckles before being cut off by his own breath as you sink down further.

Through blurry and watery eyes, you can see his own widen the size of dinner plates when you drop your head as low as you can go - nose deep in his trims and his crown hitting the back of your throat.

"Oh - oh-" The sound of his realization quickly turns into a moan when feeling your throat constrict around him.

So that's what you wanted to show him.

Just when he thinks he gets to savor the feeling a second longer, you pull away and he hisses out a curse. "Oh- oh no-oh, no, no you don't," he muttered, gripping your shoulder. He checks himself to not squeeze or tug you back, but that in itself is a Herculean effort. You don't just bring a man to heaven and expect him to be fine afterwards.

"I thought this was supposed to be my treat?" tries to quip, but any jest in his tone is undercut by the small whine he makes when you pull off of his . It's so cruel - seeing your lovely face wet with your spit and hovering when you could be choking down his length some more. "C'mon, beautiful. I've been a good boy, haven't I?"