#sub bambam

Moodboard made by @roseafterhours

A desperate groan passed his lips, his arms shaking as he continued to hold himself up. You had him on his hands and knees, poised for you to do with him as you pleased. So when you took your hand away from his leaking cock once again, he felt tears threaten to fall. He begged and pleaded with you, so desperate to cum, but you weren’t ready for him to do so yet. The way he whined and squirmed for your touch was just absolutely thrilling, sending waves of heat straight to your core. The control you had over him was deliciously sinful.

“Such a good boy, taking what I give you.”

Your fingers traced small patterns along his back, dragging a nail lightly down his spine and sending chills through his body. The light sheen of perspiration coated his skin, his hair beginning to dampen from the anguish of so many near releases. His hands clutched the sheet beneath him, holding onto what little control he had in the situation and trying not to sob. You leaned over him, arm reaching around to reach for his aching cock, fingers wrapping around him tightly. You whispered sinful words in his ear as you stroked him hard, his moans overshadowing your voice. But just as he chased his high to near completion, you once again took your hand back, making him heave with exhaustion and need.