Page 60 of Bull's Boy

Shit, how was he ever going to be able to focus on anything else ever again when he knew his boy tasted and smelled so fucking good?

Kissing his way back down, he straightened his tongue and pressed against that reluctant opening, wiggling and forcing his way inside.

“Bull!” Malcolm yelled, his hold on Bull’s head brutal in its strength and heel digging into Bull’s shoulder blade. “Oh, my God. Why didn’t anyone tell me it would feel this fucking good?”

Bull chuckled, and Malcolm moaned, rocking himself against Bull’s tongue, trying to get it deeper. He was shameless in his search for pleasure, riding the tip like a well-practiced bottom.

Instead of giving him more, Bull pulled away, giving him one last long lick before rising from between his cheeks. At first, Malcolm’s hold on him tightened, trying to stop him from moving, but then he relaxed, sliding his hand down to Bull’s jaw.

Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist, then grabbed the lube.

“I love how sensitive you are,” Bull said, slicking up one of his fingers. “You’re gonna love these plugs. Almost as much as you’ll love my cock.”

Malcolm stared at him, nodding and panting.

Pressing a kiss to the inside of one of Malcolm’s knees, Bull carefully rubbed the tip of his finger against Malcolm’s hole. Then, slowly, he pushed inside, stopping at his first knuckle.

Tossing his head against the pillow, Malcolm licked his lips. “Keep going, please.”

Bull watched his boy carefully as he sank the rest of his finger into his soft heat. He bit back a groan when Malcolm clenched around him, imagining that tightness on his cock. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Malcolm moaned.

Bull worked the digit in and out, keeping his movements slow and controlled. It wasn’t long before Malcolm was whimpering and begging for more again, trying to rut back against him, searching for more to fill him.

Pulling out one last time, Bull crooked his finger and gently swiped against Malcolm’s swollen prostate. His perfect boy screamed, body tensing for a moment as precome drooled from his dark red cock.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Bull growled, grabbing the plug with trembling hands and slicking it up quickly.

“Give it to me, Daddy. Make me take it,” Malcolm said, his words a little slurred as he gripped the back of his thighs and pulled, rocking his ass up in offering.

Make me take it.

The words rang in Bull’s ears, clouding his mind as he pushed the silicone plug against Malcolm’s loosened hole. He tried to control how fast he pushed it in, but with Malcolm’s keening in his ears and his own throbbing dick, he shoved the last inch in with more force than he’d intended.

Malcolm cried out, mouth wide and panting and eyes staring, unseeing, at the ceiling.

Petting the stretched skin around the flared base in apology, Bull asked, “Too much?”

He shook his head, still looking dazed, before blinking a few times and refocusing on Bull. “Need to come.Please. Make me come, Daddy.”

Practically snarling, Bull dropped down and sucked half of his boy’s length down in one go, licking it clean of all that musky precome he’d been leaking for him. Malcolm moaned and palmed the back of his head with both hands, his feet landing on Bull’s shoulders as he humped up against his face erratically.

Instead of trying to slow him down, Bull relaxed his jaw and let Malcolm fuck his mouth as he needed, giving him as much pleasure as he possibly could. He gripped the end of the plug and tugged it halfway out before plunging it back in. On the next thrust, he angled the tip so it would hit his engorged gland on the way in.

Malcolm’s gasping breaths turned to sobs, his fingernails digging into the back of Bull’s skull. His cock erupted inside Bull’s mouth, spilling his essence onto his tongue and down his throat. Bull swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose a single drop.

Once Malcolm started to relax, his legs splaying out to the sides, Bull settled the toy fully back in place, grinning at the way his boy’s body twitched. Bull sat up, licking his lips, and surveyed the results of Malcolm’s first plugging.

A gorgeous flush and sheen of sweat coated his boy’s skin from between his soft pink nipples all the way up to his cheeks. His mouth was damp and parted as he panted, and his eyes were closed.

Definitely a success.

Shuffling forward, Bull maneuvered himself up to the head of the bed next to Malcolm’s face and started stroking himself with a tight grip. His sack was already drawn up tight, his balls aching for release. The last thing he wanted was to draw it out. All he could think about was marking his boy’s pink skin, dotting it with his come, and then licking it off, sharing the taste with sweet kisses afterward.

Grunting as he neared the end, he focused his rough tugs on the top half of his dick and the sensitive spots just beneath its wide head. Malcolm turned toward him, his beautiful blue irises nearly swallowed by his pupils. Zeroing in on the tip of Bull’s dick three inches from his face, Malcolm moaned quietly, closed his eyes again, and gently cupped Bull’s tight sack, rolling his balls between his fingers. Then he opened his mouth and extended his tongue, eager for Bull’s come.

With a hoarse cry, Bull erupted, his seed splashing across Malcolm’s lips and waiting tongue, then his cheeks. He worked out one last dribble onto the hollow of his throat before smearing the tip against one of the fading bruises on his neck.

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