Page 18 of Deadly Little Sparrow

A dribble of precum trickles from my slit and dampens my underwear at the thought of it. I want him to think of me anytime he touches himself or lets anyone else touch him. I want to mark him up in ways that linger longer than bruises can.

I’ve been spiraling for so long with nothing to grab on to, and for some reason, Xaviaro’s eager submission is the anchor I didn’t know I was looking for but that suddenly feels as vital as breathing. Even if this is a one-time thing, it’s a one-time thing we both desperately need.

I get on my knees in front of him with a wicked grin forming on my lips. Our height difference seems a lot less extreme from this angle, with his face not far from mine, his chest coming within an inch of mine each time it expands with an intake of his breath.

“Have you been thinking of me?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. I want him to say it out loud anyway. I need to hear the quiver of neediness in his voice.

I comb my fingers gently through his hair for a moment, remembering the bruises around his eyes that I never got a proper chance to make up for before they faded. Even though they’re long gone, I lean in and press a soft kiss against the spot under each of his eyes.

Xaviaro’s breath catches and then speeds up. I’m worried he’s about to have a panic attack, but then he settles and nods.

“More than I should, Sir,” he answers.

“That makes two of us,” I murmur, kissing one cheek and then the other, working my way down towards his lips.

His chest hitches again, his pulse and his breathing going wild from the gentle treatment. I talked a big game about being rough and here I am kissing him like he’s made of fine china. But if he’s disappointed, it doesn’t show. Besides, I intend to make up for it before I send him on his way.

He lets me sweep my tongue between his lips again, stroking and teasing it slowly over his while I work his belt open and undo his pants. My cock aches with every painfully slow movement, but the muffled whimpers he feeds me make the torture more than worth it, building the tension that works itself tighter and tighter in the pit of my stomach, desperate for release.

I reach into his pants, unsurprised to find his boxer briefs feel like they’re made of the same expensive silk as his tie, and that his cock lives up to every bit of his big dick energy. It’s almost too thick to wrap my fingers all the way around, sweltering hot and pulsing in my grasp. My hole twitches and my mouth waters.

He makes a choked sound around my tongue, his muscles all tensing and quaking as I give him a few leisurely tugs. Other than that, he still doesn’t move. He doesn’t buck his hips or struggle to free his hands. He doesn’t even beg. If anything, Xaviaro melts for me, leaning into me and softening his mouth even further, wordlessly offering me anything I want.

My heart pounds and every inch of my skin tingles as I rub myself up against him like a cat in heat. I grind my throbbing erection into his thigh and stroke him even slower as I wind my tongue around his again. With my free hand, I reach up to tug his tie from its resting place around my neck. I break the kiss and he lets out a shuddering breath as I stop stroking him and start to wrap the tie around his cock.

“Dirty Little Sparrow,” he says in an uneven voice like he’s barely holding himself together. That’s okay, he doesn’t have to hold himself together. That’s my job for the next half hour or so.

I chuckle, then nip at his bottom lip. “It’s still ‘Sir’ for now,” I remind him, paying attention to how tightly I’m winding the tie around him, working my way up to the thick purple head.

“Dirty Little Sparrow, Sir,” he corrects.

“That’s better.” I grin and run out of material to work with just as I cover the tip. I encircle him with my fingers again, the smooth slide of the silk making my strokes that much easier. I can feel the heat of his cock even through the silk, and the way the thick veins along his shaft flutter with his racing heartbeat.

Xaviaro’s chest heaves as I get to my feet, his silk encased cock jerking and twitching involuntarily as he struggles to keep himself still. Standing over him again, I grab his jaw roughly, just like I did in the alley before I kissed him earlier. His eyes are hazy now and his cheeks are even more flushed than they were before. He looks fucking beautiful like this. All mine. For tonight, anyway.

“You can come when I do,” I tell him, undoing my own pants and shoving them down around my thighs, letting my long, slim cock swing free in front of his face.

He whimpers and nods, opening his mouth like his greatest wish in the world is to be my favorite fuck toy. I moan and give myself a couple of slow strokes, threading my fingers through his hair again.

This whole night has been more than enough foreplay as far as I’m concerned, so I don’t waste another second before taking what’s offered and thrusting into his warm, willing mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan loudly when my cock hits the back of his throat and his muscles constrict around me with his attempt to swallow. I hold myself there for a minute, feeling the flutter of his throat around me and the stroke of his tongue along my shaft as he slowly runs out of oxygen.

His eyes roll back with pleasure and his cock starts to jerk wildly again before I ease out and let him draw in a breath. His nostrils flare with the inhale and his eyes find mine again. The same vulnerability is back and I’m not sure what to do with it. All I know is that it’s making me feel strangely protective of a man who’s clearly more than capable of protecting himself.

I fill his throat again, snapping my hips forward with a rough, jarring thrust this time. Xaviaro’s moan vibrates around my cock, and he laps and slurps at my length even more enthusiastically. I have no idea if he’s more eager for my orgasm or his own, and it doesn’t really matter. Good boys can have both.

I grab his hair in both fists now, using it like reins to fuck harder and deeper. I shed the gentleness from a few minutes ago in favor of the rough treatment I promised him that he seemed so eager for. Saliva and precum dribble from the corners of his lips as I find a punishing rhythm, filling him over and over again, my balls bouncing against his chin with every thrust.

The sound of his eager slurps and muffled pleasure are almost as good as the feeling of his hot, wet mouth suctioned around my cock. Electric heat pools in my gut and spreads between my legs, tightening my balls with every snap of my hips. The tie around his cock darkens at the tip, soaking through with his precum as his thighs quiver and his eyes lose focus.

I fuck his throat faster and faster, animalistic sounds tearing from my chest as my muscles tighten and my balls constrict fully. I can’t make myself look anywhere but Xaviaro’s face, an expression of pure, blissful calm making his features slack. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I did that for him.

That thought sends me over the edge with a shout, slamming my hips against his face as my cock swells and then starts to pulse, waves of pleasure making my knees weak as I spill down his throat. I gasp and grunt, dragging my cock over his tongue with small, uneven strokes. Xaviaro shivers and groans, swallowing every drop I feed him with that same relaxed look on his face, until I sag on my feet and brace my hands against his sturdy shoulders.

I let my head hang while I catch my breath, my eyes catching on the flood of thick cum oozing through the fabric of the silk tie around his softening cock. Another hot quiver runs through me and I drag my own flaccid cock against his lips once last time. His tongue chases it, catching my oversensitive head with the tip and drawing a hiss from between my teeth.

He lets out a raspy chuckle, leaning in and resting his forehead against my stomach. I card my fingers through his hair while I catch my breath. His shoulders move up and down with each of his gradually slowing breaths.

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