Small Blurb of mountain dominating rain?
Mountain will never get tired of this view. Rain's on his knees, lips swollen and spit slicked, eyes gone glassy. He's soft and pliant. His cock drips steadily onto the floor between his spread knees, but he stopped asking to touch himself twenty minutes ago. He looks up at Mountain like he is the only thing that exists.
It makes Mountain feel a little lightheaded. But that could also be because there is no blood left anywhere near his brain. "Open," Mountain orders. Rain's jaw unhinges instantly, exposing teeth and tongue. He tips his head back to give Mountain a better view. Mountain strokes his hand over Rain's cheek. It's the softest he's touched him since they started. Rain leans into it. Mountain hooks his thumb into Rain's mouth, latching it over his bottom teeth to hold his jaw open as wide as it will go. Mountain spits into Rain's mouth. it collects at the back of his tongue. "Swallow." Rain does, jaw fighting against Mountain's hold as he does. "Good boy," Mountain purrs.
