[he moans at the feel of Oni's hand around him, it's so good, so much that his hips are already bucking into the grip, already so close to the edge himself. he's panting, himself, and words--commands keeps spilling out almost without thought in harsh breaths]
Look at me, say it...
[his fingers shift again, this time, pressing to the back of the socket. moving like they're fucking it. he tries to keep it from hurting but it's difficult to think and he knows Oni is just so into it, so he's probably not as careful.]
[ he's really not going to last long like this either. he's keeping his hand wrapped around Boss's cock to jerk him off in fast, messy strokes, eager to give what pleasure he can to Boss in turn but --
he can't help but be distracted, by those fingers going deeper into this socket, choking in the back of his throat. the lack of care means it does hurt but at this point he doesn't care, and the motion of it, like Boss is fucking the socket with his fingers is having him drive his hips up harder into Boss's hand, clearly on the edge. his own free hand scrabbles, scratches at his stomach, at his thigh, an outlet for the sensory overload.
still -- he obeys, making his gaze focus on him, wide and intense with pleasure and affection and want -- ]
I'm yours -- I'm your dog, Boss, fuck, please --
[ he swallows again, thick, making his hips still -- and his stomach twists as he says but he doesn't stop the next words out of his mouth; ]
[god, his cock twitches in Oni's grip at the question and he can't help but make a keening sound so close, so so close.]
Good. So good. You've been so good, Oni.
[there is a thought to just deny him, to wait to see how long the man can hold out. it's a thought that comes and then goes largely because Oni's his dog. his good dog. he can always... later.]
[ he chokes out his name as he comes at that, it's all it really takes for him to give in and just fuck up into his hand, ride out his orgasm into Boss's grip. his mouth is parted in an O of pleasure as he does, functioning eye rolling back slightly in his socket.
he manages to have enough wherewithal even through that to keep his hand moving over Boss, fast, eager to have him come too, eager to please. ]
[the sight of Oni's face as he orgasms pushes Boss right over the edge himself and he cums with a strained cry. his hands both still as he does, but he does lean back a bit, back arching, fingers pulling away and just barely out of the socket.]
[ he's breathing hard as he comes down, still working Boss through his own orgasm though he'll stop when it seems like that's fully past, shifting a bit under him at the sensation of the fingers leaving the eye socket -- now it feels strangely empty, aching with all the stimulation it just got ]
[Boss has just enough sense once he comes down from his own orgasm to check for signs of blood--fortunately... don't seem to be any but. maybe if there's a next time. lube. socket will be... sore.
that hand goes to Oni's face to touch it again, like how this all started, and he leans down to kiss Oni again as he shifts to lay on top of him, on his stomach. just. tired out.]
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Look at me, say it...
[his fingers shift again, this time, pressing to the back of the socket. moving like they're fucking it. he tries to keep it from hurting but it's difficult to think and he knows Oni is just so into it, so he's probably not as careful.]
Again. Say it--tell me.
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he can't help but be distracted, by those fingers going deeper into this socket, choking in the back of his throat. the lack of care means it does hurt but at this point he doesn't care, and the motion of it, like Boss is fucking the socket with his fingers is having him drive his hips up harder into Boss's hand, clearly on the edge. his own free hand scrabbles, scratches at his stomach, at his thigh, an outlet for the sensory overload.
still -- he obeys, making his gaze focus on him, wide and intense with pleasure and affection and want -- ]
I'm yours -- I'm your dog, Boss, fuck, please --
[ he swallows again, thick, making his hips still -- and his stomach twists as he says but he doesn't stop the next words out of his mouth; ]
-- can I cum? Have I been good --?
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Good. So good. You've been so good, Oni.
[there is a thought to just deny him, to wait to see how long the man can hold out. it's a thought that comes and then goes largely because Oni's his dog. his good dog. he can always... later.]
Cum. Cum for me.
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[ he chokes out his name as he comes at that, it's all it really takes for him to give in and just fuck up into his hand, ride out his orgasm into Boss's grip. his mouth is parted in an O of pleasure as he does, functioning eye rolling back slightly in his socket.
he manages to have enough wherewithal even through that to keep his hand moving over Boss, fast, eager to have him come too, eager to please. ]
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that hand goes to Oni's face to touch it again, like how this all started, and he leans down to kiss Oni again as he shifts to lay on top of him, on his stomach. just. tired out.]
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he loops an arm around Boss and kisses him back, more tired now but definitely still eager. ]
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he curls up against Oni contently just not even gonna bother with cleaning up. too tired. much affection.]
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