Living High on the Hog

It’s really only sheer force of will that keeps his hands to himself, so bad is the impulse to grab onto the other man’s hair and force further contact after that moment of hot, delightful suction. God knows he could, that it would be easy -- Rat might bite and they’d struggle, but he’s got size and hunger and experience on his side, and when it comes to brute force, no one could match him.

That’s half the fun of this power-play. He gives up all that, makes himself vulnerable for Rat in a way he never would for anyone else. He’s physically stronger, but he lets Jamie have all the power, and that means something he’s not quite able to verbalize. 

He lets out a frustrated noise, fingers white-knuckled against the sheets as Rat sing-songs his little ‘anytime’ jibe. He needs more than he’s being given, needs it, and the only way to get it is to give in.

Hog didn’t appreciate being told he’d have to beg to get what he wanted -- and oh, he wanted. He didn’t get a chance to bottom often, wasn’t usually how things rolled, but he liked it when the opportunity rolled around and he was more than willing to roll with Rat’s wants.

But begging... begging did not come natural to him. He’d programmed himself to stoicism and quiet, dangerous patience and anger his defaults now. 

Still, he knows Rat’s not joking. The twitchy little arsonist has a good deal of staying power when he wants something, and its obvious now that he does. The delicious suction at the tip of his cock says enough of that, the slicked up fingers curled inside him... he shivers as he thinks about this, giving a soft moan as he rocks up reflexively into that mouth as best as he can. 

“Boss...” he rasps, tone uneven, quiet. “Don’ make me... don’t make me beg...”

Even with the blanket over him, he shivers a little at the other’s voice. It’s not often Hog gets a chance to play submissive; it’s been a long time, and he relishes being able to fall back into that role. It feels good not to have to do all the work, feels like he’s wanted and cherished, and he bites down hard on his lip when he thinks of whats coming.