“Look at me,” I said quietly. His hips twitched again before he blinked lust-drunk eyes open, barely able to focus on my face. I gave him a sly smile as soon as our gazes locked, sliding my fingers up to circle the base of his shaft. “Seeing as you were such a good boy for me, I’m going to reward you, Greid.”
His chest heaved with his hectic breaths, yellow eyes wide now as he stared at me. He whimpered when I carefully gripped the base of his cock below all the little barbs and tilted it up off his belly.
Jesus, it was actually heavy. I could feel it throbbing in my fingers, but I forced myself to look up at him with a stern brow raised. “No sounds, Greid. Or you won’t get your reward.”
He clamped his teeth around his lower lip to stay quiet, body trembling as he pumped the dildo in and out of his ass. I lowered my head—although I didn’t have to lower it all that much—and eyed the smooth, wet tip of his cock.
My mouth stretched into a wide grin as he stared down at me, breaths fast and ragged, tension making his limbs quake.
“Remember,” I purred, squeezing the base of his cock. “You can’t come ’til I say you can. And you can’t make any noise.”
His brows pinched in distress as he no doubt wondered how he was going to keep quiet. But he didn’t look away, transfixed as I dipped down and circled my tongue over the head of his cock.
His hips spasmed, a shudder running through his entire frame as the air left his lungs in a rush. Then he held his breath as I licked again, lingering on the slit, a tiny whimper escaping him before he clamped his lips together.
I gripped behind his knee to keep his leg up in the air as it quaked. I could hear the slick sounds of him plunging the dildo into his ass at a rapid pace, making me moan as I drew just the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked. Smoky salt gathered on my tongue, pre-cum pulsing out with every throb of his cock.
I was actually impressed that he’d managed to stay mostly quiet, but just as I thought so, a strangled sound rose up his throat as his splayed leg shifted restlessly over the mattress. Smiling, I kissed the leaking tip of his cock before lifting my gaze to meet his.
“Shh.” I lavished his cockhead with a wet, sucking kiss, wanting to grin when his eyes rolled back. He clapped his free hand over his mouth, breathing hard through his nose.
“Good boy,” I murmured. “Hold on for a little while longer and then I’ll let you come. Don’t stop fucking yourself with the dildo, Greid.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, head tipping back as he shook, desperately trying to hold it back. My lips were slick with his pre-cum as I feathered them over the tip of his cock before taking it back into my mouth and sucking with rhythmic pulls.
God, his need to obey was admirably strong. Pre-cum flowed from him in a constant stream, his entire body trembling as the thrusts of the dildo in his ass grew jerky and stuttering. But he didn’t come. Somehow. It was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.
“Okay,” I panted after a few more minutes, almost as worked up as he was. “You’ve been so good for me, Greid. You can come.”
I barely managed to wrap my lips back around his cockhead before his hips began jerking wildly, his spine arching off the mattress. His cock throbbed in the ring of my fingers, growing painfully stiff before I felt it begin to flex as cum shot to the back of my throat.
He cried out, hoarse and so loud that I was pretty sure every house on the street heard it. His voice sounded raw, breaths sobbing out of him as his cock spurted in my mouth again and again, thick ribbons of cum that I tried to keep up with, swallowing repeatedly.
When his body eventually sagged, he was shaking like a leaf. I gave the head of his cock one last wet kiss, making him shudder hard, before drawing back to eye it. The barbs had flared out from his orgasm, looking sharp and deadly, but I could see them slowly beginning to retreat as his cock pulsed and began to soften.
Sliding my hand off the base of his shaft, I gently lowered his quaking leg onto the mattress and smiled up at him. “You can talk now.”
The only sound that left him was a hoarse croak as his chest heaved, dazed eyes blinking up at the ceiling. Kissing his knee, I gently covered his fingers with mine around the base of the dildo and eased it out. Greid shuddered again, cock twitching over his belly and his hole clenching as I set the dildo aside.
“How was that?” I asked with a sly grin, palming his inner thighs to massage them soothingly, feeling the fine tremor still running through them.
“I-I’m…” His voice wobbled, a whimper leaving him when I gently cupped his balls and squeezed. “I think I blacked out.”
Snorting, I climbed over his splayed leg to prop myself up on an elbow beside him, resting my hand over his chest. His two hearts were thudding hard and fast, skin slightly damp with sweat. “You were amazing, Greid.”
He shivered from the praise, drowsy eyes meeting mine as he let out a shaky breath. Licking his lips, he settled a hand on my hip. “Sorry I, um, made noise. I’ll do better next time.” My chest tightened, and I started leaning down to kiss him, but before I could he blurted, “Not that I’m assuming there’ll be—You don’t have to—”
“Greid,” I said sternly, before cutting him off with a firm kiss. He melted, fingers digging into my hip as he kissed me back sweetly. “You were so good,” I told him after pulling back. “Hardly made a peep, which is pretty impressive.”
He gave me a shy grin. “I thought my head was gonna explode.”
Laughing, I kissed him again. “Next time, you can make all the noise you want. But maybe around a gag,” I added slyly, chuckling when his breath caught.
“Don’t make me get hard again,” he rasped. “I’ll pass out if all the blood rushes back to my cock, and I’m pretty sure there aren’t any fluids left in my body.”
That made me sit up, knee-walking across the bed to reach for the glass of water on the nightstand. When I held it out for Greid, he heaved himself up with a groan. As he gulped it down, he eyed me nervously over the rim of the glass.
“Was it, um, okay?” he asked me anxiously after pulling back, his ears fluttering. “I’ve never… you know, done that with a human before.”
I grinned at him. “You made me come really hard. Twice. So that should tell you everything.” I gestured at his relaxed cock. “I’ve never done that with a demiurgus either, so we’re even.”
He snorted. “I have a dick, though. Don’t think there’s all that much nuance when it comes to dicks. You could probably just hover your hand over it like a crystal ball and I’d be happy.”
Bursting out laughing, I took the glass from him and set it back down before cupping his face in my hands. “Well, I like actually touching your dick, so I’m going to be doing a lot more than trying to see the future in it.”
His huge hands settled on my hips, squeezing gently as he leaned in and kissed me. “This was so much better than watching infomercials for ScrubShoes,” he mumbled against my mouth.
I laughed, pressing one last kiss to his mouth before pulling back. “Well, we can do both. Let’s watch TV for a while.”
“What, downstairs? Aren’t you tired?”
“No, I meant…” My pulse jumped with nerves. Would this be too much? “I meant do you want to sleep here? We can… I’ll probably fall asleep, but—”
“Yes,” he blurted out. “Okay. Yeah. That’d be… I’d like that. If you don’t mind. I can just go—”
“I want you to stay here, Greid,” I said with a tiny smile, cutting off his nervous rambling. “But you can go get your onesie first if you’ll be more comfortable in it.”