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Bael surges forward and pulls me into a kiss. “Only me,” he growls against my mouth.
“Only you,” I gasp, rutting against his leg.
“I’m going to write you so much fucking music.” He cups my face in his hands and deepens the kiss. The music is gone, abandoned on the table with Bael’s phone and AirPods, but I swear I can still hear it. The melody continues and grows, wrapping around us until I’m dizzy.
Bael is hard against my stomach, and I press into him before pulling away to unzip his pants. When I get his cock out, I swear my brain is writing its own song.
A painting might be better, though. I'd be able to do it better justice. Maybe my next showing will be a XXX collection. I'm going to need huge canvases for every piece.
I’m on my knees, kneeling on my fancy jacket and doing my best to show him my appreciation for the lovely song, swallowing him down inch by glorious inch, as his eyes burn into mine as he watches me.
I own him right now, and I know it. Bael is mine, and I can do anything I want to him. Having this much power over such a strong man is heady.
I’m sure you’re wondering if his freckles extend to his dick, but I’m not sharing. Those hypothetical freckles are mine too.
All I can say is that if he did have them, I'd kiss every single one any time I got the opportunity.
I'm lost in the moment, mind hazy and caught up in the memory of a beautiful melody and the sensation of having Bael’s cock in my mouth.
A hand in my hair pulls me away, and I make a sad, confused little mewling sound.
Oh right, I wanted him to fuck me. “Oops! I think I got carried away. You can fuck me now if you want to—oh shit, I don’t have condoms, do you?”
“No, but?—”
“I could go ask one of the guys outside. I'm sure one of them would have some.” I get to my feet and move for the door.
“Wait.” Bael grabs my arm and presses me against the chalk art wall. “I want to do something else. Will you let me suck you off?” His eyes are soft and pleading.
He didn't need to bust out the puppy eyes for that request, because there's no way I’d ever turn that down, but they are still devastating.
I have my pants undone and halfway to the floor before I’m done saying “Hell fucking yes!”
Bael’s mouth quirks and he falls to his knees. His hands bracket my hips and he strokes the skin on either side of my cocklet with his thumbs. He buries his face into the soft hair surrounding my cocklet and breaths in. “Fuck, you smell amazing,” he whispers like he’s at church and trying to be reverent.
All hail Wren and his mighty, tiny cocklet. Thank you, I will be taking my bows at the end of the show.
Bael’s mouth on me is hesitant at first, but he gains confidence quickly, and he fucking deserves it. Sucking a meta cock is different than sucking a cis cock because I only get a little hard, so he has to make adjustments for that, but he figures it out quickly.
My head is thrown back and I’m a gibbering mess in no time as he licks and sucks me. I can’t believe how much I’ve been missing out. Oral is fucking fantastic, did you know?
Bael has me pinned by the hips against the wall with both hands, and I scrabble at the wall behind me as I marvel at his ability to alternate between sucking my cocklet and licking my front hole without letting up.
When he pauses for breath, he looks up at me with a filthy smile. His bright red lips are wet and swollen, and his pupils are blown out, making his eyes impossibly dark.
When he asks, “Can you come from this?” I nearly do just from the sound of his rough, gravelly voice.
I nod wildly and press the back of his head to encourage him to keep going. He makes a playful little snarling sound and nips at my fingers before giving me another sinful smile and getting back to work.
He releases one of my hips and starts fingering my front hole while he sucks my cocklet. When he finds my G-spot and does a little flourish with his tongue, I see stars and come my fucking brains out.
He continues to suck gently as I thrust against his face, allowing me to control the pressure so I don't get over-sensitized. He stops completely when I give his shoulder a little push. I allow my head to fall back against the wall and focus on not allowing my jelly legs to collapse underneath me.
It takes longer than I'm proud of before I realize Bael still hasn’t gotten to come. I look down and say, “I’m sorry, let me—” only to see Bael grinning up at me happily while on his knees with a hand on his softening cock. He’s made a complete mess of my fancy jacket.
“So I guess we both really enjoyed that,” I say, crouching down to give him a messy kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it gives me a little zing of pleasure.
“We’re doing that again, ASAP,” Bael says in agreement.
