Chapter 26
Tommy
My knees ache from hitting the floor so hard, but I don’t even care. I put my mouth against Young-gi’s pants and I trace his bulge with my tongue. The fabric is rough but warm and I’m already so into this. Am I moaning? Fuck.
“Ugh, ouch!” I grunt and then wince when Young-gi sinks his fingers into my hair and yanks my head back, pulling me away from my prize.
I glare up at him, wondering what the issue is.
The war room is empty of everyone but us, illuminated in the harsh lighting of the fluorescents above us and the screens dominating the wall nearby.
I can see every detail, nothing in shadow or hidden in an alley; he’s right in front of me in the brightness and I like that I can see his face.
He’s as expressionless as ever, but so, so focused on me. So all about me. Fuck me, I’m panting already. “What?”
“You like sucking cock, Tommy?” he asks, gruff and dark and dirty. And I like his tone, I like the filth, but the question is a tricky one.
I hesitate, staring up at him with my head held back by his grip on my hair.
The momentum of our moment is broken and I shift my weight, looking away.
The truth is that no, I don’t usually enjoy sucking cock.
At least, not in my experience. It’s been fine, but usually it was just a job to me. Just something to do for cash.
My confusion and shame must be blatant, because he coos at me like I’m a skittish pet, and changes his question, bringing our momentum right back again.
“Do you like sucking my cock, sweet boy?”
“Yeah,” I gasp out immediately. Technically, I haven’t even started yet, but I know I’m gonna love it. I nod desperately despite his tight hold on my hair and my fingers pull plaintively at his waist, trying to tug on his pants. “Yes, please, please–”
“You like my dick so much that this is what you want as your reward for good behavior? You don’t want me to suck you off, instead?”
My eyes flutter and I groan but ultimately shake my head. “I didn’t know that was an option…but yeah, I want to suck you off. I’ve wanted it for ages.”
“Then you’ll get it,” he murmurs, his other hand cupping the side of my face, stroking my lip. “Do you know why?”
“I was good.”
“Do you know which things you did that were good?”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. My brain draws a blank. It could be anything. “I…I …”
“You don’t know?” he asks, sounding like he’s caught between teasing me and being genuinely surprised. I whimper when I shake my head as much as I can in his tight hold, hoping he doesn’t deny me what I’m asking for just because I don’t know why I’m getting it.
“Don’t worry, Tommy. It’s okay that you don’t know.
I’ll tell you,” he rumbles, seductive and slow.
“You told Kira about the letter. Then you stayed with her and waited for me. You came right to me, just like you should. You knew who to turn to. And you opened your present for me, and enjoyed it. So good, sweet boy.”
Of course, I think sardonically. To Young-gi, I’m good for liking his victim in a box.
He’s got me on my knees only a few feet away from where it was, where Oscar was revealed to me. Barely a yard away from the spot I realized that maybe Young-gi was fucking crazy about me after all, even if I don’t understand why he would be. Compared to him, I’m nobody. Why would he want me?
“You’re good for letting me help you,” he continues, and that shakes words out of me.
“I don’t need any help.”
So stupid. So false. But I can’t help it, I can’t not say it.
He pauses, and we stare at each other for long enough that I start to seriously worry that he’s about to deny me my reward even though he’s literally got his pants unzipped. I can see the dark red fabric of his briefs peeking between the open zipper and I want it.
“Why do you want it, Tommy?” he asks, like he’s reading my fucking mind. “Why do you want to suck me as a reward? When it could be about making you feel good, instead?”
Why do I want it? “Because…”
The words dry up and I scramble to get my thoughts together. It seems like such an obvious question, but now that I’m trying to answer it, I’m finding that it’s not obvious at all.
“I don’t know, fuck, can’t we just get started?” I try to lean forward but his hand in my hair is unyielding and I wince at the sharp tug on my scalp.
“Tell me.”
“I want–I want to make you cum,” I finally manage. “I want to see it, I want to be the reason. I want you to look at me and want me so bad that you don’t care that I’m a guy. I want to turn you fucking gay, Young-gi.”
“You want to prove that you can make me cum? That you make me gay for you, Tommy?” he rumbles, making it dirty, but in a good way.
“I want it,” I agree.
“I’ll give it to you. But you have to be patient. Have to wait. Have to do it the way I want.”
It takes all my willpower not to whine. “But why?”
Can’t I just suck you down and swallow until you cum?! Seems like a no-brainer, like the kind of thing no man would ever say no to.
But his next words hit me right in my center, right in a place I didn’t even know I could be hit; somewhere in me that’s filthy and horny and happy and submissive.
“Because Daddy says so.” So stern, so firm. Fuck me, I’m dead and gone to heaven.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant. “When can I–I want to–when can I suck you?”
“When I say so,” he repeats, not giving an inch. He keeps my hair trapped, keeps my head pulled back away from his cock. Keeps me on my knees, keeps me on the edge. Goddamn, he’s a fucking natural. I love this.
“Take it out,” he commands, and I do it immediately, my hands shaking. He watches me so intently that it’s hard to look away, but his cock is right in front of my face so I’m not gonna not look at it!
The zipper gapes and I yank the front of his pants down, then drag his briefs down under his ballsack, and fuck me, I want him in my mouth. He’s got a good dick.
I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and look up at Young-gi with pleading eyes. He stares down at me, unyielding. I groan in annoyance and horny torment and try to tempt him by stroking his cock with my hands, but he shakes his head.
“No. Let go.” His voice is rough and biting. He’s affected, even if it’s hard to see. I do as I’m told, and grip his waist hard, wanting to leave some bruises on him the same way he’s left them on me. “Good boy,” he says approvingly, making me feel weak and watery.
“Please,” I beg.
When he moves, it’s not to shove his dick in my mouth. Instead, he pushes my head back farther while leaning down, leaning over, and suddenly he’s kneeling over me as I half fall backward and his face is right in front of mine and his lips press against me and–
And we’re kissing.
He grips my jaw with one hand, slides his other down my back so I don’t fall.
And his lips coax mine into movement, pushing me past my surprise so that I kiss him back with a deep groan of pleasure.
Unlike last time, I’m not high as fuck, and instead of a messy make-out session, it’s a teasing exploration as we get to know each other.
I moan loudly when he uses his grip on my chin to pull my mouth open slightly, deepening the kiss and turning it hot and heavy, making my head spin, stealing all my air before I can breathe it. One of my hands curls around his shoulder, and only then do I realize my fingers are trembling.
He tears his mouth from mine, both of us breathing hard. His stare is piercing; it’s everything. “You’re shaking,” he comments hoarsely. “Is it too much?”
Fuck, he’s so… “Not enough,” I counter breathlessly. “Please, Young-gi, please.”
At this point, I’m just begging for anything he’ll give me. I don’t even care what it is at this point. But when he straightens up and pulls me close to his uncovered cock, I almost combust with excitement. Finally.
“You want a taste?” he offers, his hand cupping the back of my head. “Go ahead.”
I don’t waste any time. I wrap my fingers around the base of him and flatten my tongue on his tip, feeling the texture and taste of him, the heat and the hardness. In a lot of ways, it’s just like every other dick I’ve sucked.
But in a lot of ways, it’s not the same at all. It’s not the same because it’s his, and this is not at all like the transactions I’ve had in the past. This isn’t a transaction at all. This is my reward. This is all for me. It’s exactly what I wanted.
I groan and wrap my lips around his tip, tilting my head so I can look up at him while I suckle on it.
He’s staring, of course, and maybe if I didn’t know him, I’d think he was totally unaffected.
But the intense focus and the familiar micro expressions give away his singular interest in me, me, all for me.
And his hard dick in my mouth can’t lie–Young-gi wants me. Or at the very least, my mouth.
And isn’t that fucking heady and heavenly? I swallow him deeper, my eyes going soft and half-lidded. He tastes clean and he’s manscaped–love that–and he smells like aftershave and cologne. I press my nose to the skin of his belly, swallowing him whole and taking him all the way down my throat.
“Oh fuck,” Young-gi finally breaks his silence. His thumb slides around my neck so he can feel himself in my throat. “Oh fuck, Tommy. You’re good at this. So fucking good.”
I pull back for air and move on to some slow, happy bobs of my head. Taking him in, slurping as I pull off, just really getting into it. And he keeps talking, keeps praising me.