pretty baby

he nods, but it’s stilted. too robotic. you try not to laugh.

smoothing a gentle hand over his temple, you push up onto your knees, lips pushed out into a pout.

fuck, why do you have to give him blowjob eyes?

“choso, are you hard right now?”

he mumbles something mostly unintelligible, and your brow pinches in that adorable little frown. you only pull back an inch, and he’s grabbing for you like a man starved.

“yes, i-“ he whines, scrubbing a hand over his eyes. “i’m hard.”

you grin like christmas has come early. “do you want me to help you?”

his eyes gloss over, wet and wide and wanting— hungry in a way you’ve never seen before.

you inch your hand lower, testing the waters. his hips stutter, already reaching, already wanting more contact. “relax,” you huff softly. “i’ve got you, honey.”

choso tips his head back and whines.

you slip your hand just beneath the waistband of his shorts. he pouts up at you with the wettest eyes you’ve ever seen as you graze the base of his cock with manicured fingers. you wrap a hand around the base and your fingers barely touch around the width of him.

choso’s already bucking his hips frantically.

“oh, f-fuck-“

leaning close, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. he can smell the mint on your breath from that gum you’re always chewing, the vanilla body lotion that clings to your skin, and something vaguely smoky. you stroke the length of him once, twice.

a guttural moan rips from his chest. beads of sweat are forming at the crown of his skull, and you coo softly, smoothing them away. he juts his chin out, searching for a kiss. you indulge him.

the second his tongue swipes the inside of your mouth, you feel it.

his balls draw up tight, and you feel thick, seemingly endless ropes of cum coat your hand, soaking through his shorts, soaking through everything.

you hum softly into his mouth as he shudders, turning his face against the hollow of your throat.

“you get wet like a girl, baby.”

his mouth opens, but no words form. eyes rolled back, pretty pink lips parted in absolute, fucked out bliss. he’s already half-hard again.

“shut up,” he breathes, but he’s dragging you closer for another wet kiss.