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not the wet, obscene noise of teagan’s mouth working around them – though that was doing things to their blood pressure that should probably be studied by medical professionals – but the breathing. the sharp, hitching inhales through teagan’s nose, the way each exhale vibrated through his throat and into charles’s cock like a current. it was ragged. uncontrolled. the kind of breathing that happened when someone’s brain had completely shut off and left the body to operate on pure, unfiltered instinct. charles was fascinated by it. hypnotized. they had always considered themselves a patient person – someone who could sit in the discomfort of silence, who could wait for the punchline without rushing it – but this was different. this was watching teagan, on his knees, looking up at them with those wide, tear-bright eyes, and realizing that patience was a luxury they could no longer afford. they wanted to ruin him. teagan moaned around their cock, and the vibration shot straight up charles’s spine. "you're doing so good," charles murmured. "look at you. taking all of it." charles felt a surge of something dark and possessive rise in their chest. it wasn’t anger. it wasn’t even dominance, not really. it was closer to awe. the kind of awe that made your hands shake and your breath catch. the kind that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of something very high and very beautiful, and the only thing keeping you from falling was the sound of teagan’s breathing. "i've thought about this," charles confessed, the words tumbling out before they could stop them. their thumb traced the curve of teagan’s jaw, feeling the stretch of his skin, the vibration of his throat. "every day. since the moment i met you. i've imagined what you'd look like. kneeling for me. mouth open. eyes on me." the power dynamic they'd been so carefully cultivating – the teasing, the control, the slow, deliberate dismantling of teagan's composure – had backfired spectacularly. because somewhere between the first moan and the tears gathering in teagan's eyes, charles had lost every ounce of control he thought he had. they weren't the one pulling the strings. he was just as tangled up in this as teagan was. maybe more.

 🕯️attn: @thinklatcr.