Page 23 of The Bratty Heir

Victor's smirk was predatory as he freed Rocco's aching cock. He stroked it with agonizing slowness, building the pleasure in increments. Just as Rocco felt his orgasm approaching, Victor's hand stilled.

"No," Rocco whined, hips bucking fruitlessly. "Please, Daddy, I'm so close."

"I know, baby," Victor soothed, his grip on Rocco's throat loosening slightly. "But good boys wait for Daddy's permission. Can you be patient for me?"

Rocco nodded frantically, tears of frustration pricking at his eyes. Victor rewarded him with a tender kiss before resuming his torturous ministrations.

Again and again, Victor brought Rocco to the brink only to deny him release. Rocco was a trembling, incoherent mess, reduced to broken pleas and desperate whimpers.

"Please," he sobbed, beyond shame or pride. "Please, Daddy, I can't take it anymore. Need to come so bad."

Victor's eyes softened, a hint of tenderness breaking through the dominant facade. "You've been so good for me, baby," he murmured, pressing kisses to Rocco's tear-stained cheeks. "Such a perfect little boy. Do you think you've earned your reward?"

"Yes," Rocco gasped, clinging to Victor like a lifeline. "Please, Daddy. I'll do anything, just let me come."

Victor's hand tightened on Rocco's throat once more as he stroked faster, building the pleasure to a fever pitch. "Come for me, little one," he commanded. "Show Daddy how good I make you feel."

The dual sensations of Victor's hand on his cock and the controlled pressure on his throat sent Rocco hurtling over the edge. He came with a hoarse cry, vision whiting out as ecstasy crashed over him in waves.

Victor's eyes darkened with renewed hunger. "My turn now, little one. On your knees."

Rocco shivered at the command, sinking to the plush carpet without hesitation. He looked up at Victor through his lashes, mouth watering at the impressive bulge straining against the older man's slacks.

"Can I taste you, Daddy?" Rocco asked, voice breathy with want.

Victor's hand fisted in Rocco's curls, tugging just shy of painful. "Since you asked so nicely," he growled. "Show Daddy what that pretty mouth can do."

With trembling fingers, Rocco freed Victor's cock. He moaned at the sight, thick and veined and already leaking at the tip. Without preamble, Rocco swallowed him down, relishing Victor's sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck," Victor hissed, his grip tightening in Rocco's hair. "That's it, baby. Take it all for me."

Rocco hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm. He'd always prided himself on his oral skills, but with Victor, he wanted to excel. Wanted to reduce the usually stoic man to a trembling mess.

Victor's hips began to move, fucking into Rocco's willing mouth with increasing fervor. "So good for me," he praised, voice rough with arousal. "Such a perfect little cocksucker. Born to take Daddy's dick, weren't you?"

Rocco whimpered around Victor's length, arousal spiking at the filthy words. He redoubled his efforts, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head before taking Victor to the root once more.

"Shit," Victor growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna come, baby. You ready to swallow Daddy's load?"

Rocco looked up, meeting Victor's heated gaze as he nodded as best he could with his mouth full. The sight seemed to push Victor over the edge. With a guttural groan, he came, flooding Rocco's mouth with bitter heat.

Rocco swallowed greedily, milking Victor's cock until the older man gently pushed him away, oversensitive. He sat back on his heels, lips swollen and chin slick with spit and come.

Victor hauled him up, claiming Rocco's mouth in a searing kiss. "Fucking perfect," he murmured against Rocco's lips. "My good boy. So proud of you, baby."

Rocco preened under the praise, nuzzling into Victor's neck with a contented sigh. "Thank you, Daddy," he mumbled. "Love making you feel good."

Victor's arms tightened around him, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. "You always make me feel good, little one. In more ways than you know."

They stood like that for long moments, basking in the afterglow. Finally, Victor pressed a tender kiss to Rocco's forehead. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get cleaned up."

As they showered together, trading lazy kisses and gentle touches, Rocco couldn't help but marvel at the shift in their dynamic. This thing between them had started as purely physical, a way to blow off steam and satisfy mutual attraction. But now...

"What are you thinking about?" Victor asked, his hands massaging shampoo into Rocco's scalp.

Rocco leaned into the touch, humming contentedly. "Just... this. Us. What happens when we go back to the city?"

Victor's movements stilled for a moment before resuming. "What do you want to happen?"

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