꒷꒦꒷꒦( ´ཀ` )꒦꒷꒦꒷

he's on his knees, staring up at you while you push the tip against his lips. there's a twinkle to his eye as you praise the way he opens them. he's warm and inviting.

"sweet thing," you coo, cupping his face with your hands. "so obedient for me."

a hand comes up to brace against your hip. his thumb strokes with reverence across the flesh there, and he takes the tip into his mouth. he whimpers a little at the weight of it atop his tongue.

"you want it?"

he mumbles a "mhm" around your cock and bobs his head just a little, eager to take you in even further.

and who are you to deny him?

so you thread your fingers through his greying hair and squeeze gently, guiding his head down the shaft. it's a small movement, allowing plenty of time for him to begin adjusting to the intrusion.

he lets out a muffled groan as he bobs his head again, making a show of how much deeper he's taking you with each back-and-forth movement. both hands are grasping your hips now, gently tugging them towards his face.

the noises he makes turn more choked and strained as the tip of your cock nudges the back of his throat. his nose inches further and further towards your pubic bone. tears prick at his eyes, and as he blinks them away, a few fall down his cheeks.

he's never looked more beautiful.

he pulls himself off after a rather enthusiastic suck at the tip, panting and puffy-lipped. it must be something important if it pulled him away from such bliss.

"use me." he presses the shaft to his open mouth and kisses along the side of it. "please?"

his eyes are expectant, hopeful that you'll fuck his throat just the way he likes. you both know how good he'll be. he can take it.