dorianclayâ:
âyou can make up to me by being a good boy, yeah?â dorian whispered against the sharp line of his jaw before painting it red with kisses and bites. hips rolled, again, against alexâs round bottom, clothed cock sparking a low, burning friction against his entrance. âi could be cruel and make you cum with our clothes on, you know,â he demonstrated his point by making another one of these hip rolls, the friction singeing both of their skins. âbut, youâre too gorgeous for me to be cruel with you,â dorian grinned, âso here.â hands tugged down the waistband of his trousers, causing his veined glory of a cock to spring out. it was erect and perfectly aligned against his ass, whispering a promise of ruin to the other.
A soft whimper came from Alex at the otherâs words, and he could actually feel the blood rush to his cock. He nodded eagerly. âWanna be good for you, make you feel good.â And it was true. As much as the omega loved playing at being bad, he also loved submitting and bringing pleasure. Of course, his own brand of submitting came with plenty of brattiness. âCanât do that if you make me wait though. Talking about apples while Iâm trying to get you to fuck me senseless.â He shook his head teasingly.
Still, it was only a minute later that Dorian was acting on his request, moving to push down his pants. The comment made Alex grin, always one to enjoy being called gorgeous. Flattery certainly went a long way, so long as it was followed up with hours of passionate sex. âYou can be a little cruel,â he answered back cheekily. âJust not in that way.â He watched with lust-filled eyes as Dorianâs cock sprang free then moved to kneel down a moment later so it was level with his lips. âTell me what you want,â he said, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway. âTell me all the filthy things you want me to do with my mouth and all the filthy things youâll do to me after.â












