Riddle Slut

They heaved a heavy sigh through their nose, breath fanning against the skin before them and tickling their own cheeks. Their eyes flicked up to look at their once proud lover falling to pieces as they swiped the flat of their tongue against the small slit before them. Edward's hips surged down, pressing their face further into his plush cheeks, desperately trying to chase the pressure against his delicate entrance. They held back a chuckle, knowing Edward's ego couldn't take the teasing. He couldn't allow himself to acknowledge the vulnerable position he was in, knees pressed to his chest, completely open and displayed for his lover. And he was so willing too, his cock laying heavy on his stomach, weeping against his blanched skin. And oh, did he make a scene every time his partner gave his shaft a few strokes while they prodded his entrance. His face reddened, and a short desperate cry slipped past his lips before he managed to choke it back down, too prideful to fully let go. Fuck, did he want more though. And they never left him wanting.

"That's a good pet…" he murmured to them. Even with his ass open to the world, hips rocking, cock leaking, he still tried to fool himself into thinking he was in control. But his partner took it like the good pet he said they were, always happy to please him.

And God did they please him, their tongue jutting into him just a bit before circling his opening. Edward's breath caught in his throat momentarily, only to come out as a ragged moan when the tip of their appendage entered him again. The way their tongue was gentle but firm against his sensitive opening felt so good and, though he was loath to admit it, so intimate. Every stroke of their tongue was tender, painting words of love into his most intimate crevices. And he needed it. He needed to be handled with care, needed the comfort his partner's hands and mouth offered, needed the kindness in their eyes looking up at him.

He felt his cock throb at the way they were looking at him. The way those eyes peered right into his, checking in, making sure he was enjoying himself and reassuring him of their adoration. Their hand began to stroke him again steadily and it was all Edward could take. He threw his head back and let go, moaning openly into the air as his cock twitched in their hand. He was right there, the tension in him was breaking. With his partner's careful tongue continuing its ministrations and a few more strong pumps to his cock he finished. He bucked and unloaded everything he had onto his abdomen and his lover's hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Nygma, Sir."