it’s been twenty minutes since he agreed to do this — to sit beneath the desk whilst miguel worked on fixing malfunctioning wrist bands and warm his cock in his mouth and truth be told, he was starting to get bored of the silence and the waiting. head lifts from where it rested against his thigh to pull back off him, stretching out his aching jaw before taking him back in his mouth, shifting him sitting sideways up onto his knees. he waits a moment, hearing the huff and pause of work, eyes meeting his as crimson glances down at him — waits until he hears him resume his repairs and waits a minute longer before he acts, using that time to readjust to the feeling of him. he starts slowly at first, taking him an inch deeper before slowly pulling back, another inch and back, another inch and holds there, feeling the way his throat stretches around miguel to accommodate him. it’s not all of him, not by far, but it’s over half and more than before, the most he can manage at this angle. the sounds he draws from miguel only spurs him on, pulling back and swallowing those three extra inches again, each time growing bolder and quicker, heavy but controlled breathing fanning from nostrils. this should liven things up a bit.
he'd promised peter that if he was good and stayed seated with his dick in his mouth, he would fuck him afterwards, he only needed to work on a few things. however, it's taking a bit longer than anticipated, twenty minutes passing and miguel was still yet working on malfunctioning wristbands that he needed to be done sooner rather than later. he expects him to be good, to continue cockwarming him but the pull off makes eyes flick down to see him stretching out his aching jaw, shifting from beneath the desk.
tinkering away at the wristbands, what he doesn't expect is to feel peter taking inch by inch, something that captures his attention quickly. looking back down at peter, a low groan is pulled from him, seeing the way he continues to take him, more than half. ❛ jesus fucking christ ... ❜ murmured, he's half tempted to leave his work to later, abandon the wristbands to focus on peter despite him going against what he said. reaching down, fingers thread and curl into peter's hair, tugging a bit hard and growling. despite the annoyance he feels, he can't help the way his dick twitches in his mouth, much too turned on by the very sight and feeling of peter almost able to take all of him.
tilting his head a little, crimson eyes watch him like a predator to prey, a hunger that needs to be satiated. ❛ what did i tell you about disobeying, huh ? do you want to be punished, peter ? ❜ his smooth voice drops to a growl. with another tug, he pulls peter off of his dick, eyes catching and focusing on the way a trail of saliva connects from the tip to peter's lips, making him groan. it would be so easy to punish him, but he has something else in mind now. pushing his chair back a little, he leans in close to peter, eyes wandering to take in his current state, the flush of cheeks, the tent of pants. smirking, he finally lets go of his grip on peter's hair, instead tilting his head up by placing a finger beneath his chin.
❛ since you want to suck my cock so badly, how about i fuck that pretty mouth of yours, hm ? is that what you want ? to be choking on my dick as i fuck your throat ? i bet you'd look so pretty taking it all for me like a good boy ... ❜
