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“Fucking Christ!” he growls as I run my tongue over the purple line peeking from his waistband. “I-ha... I already see color,” he pants as I nip at the front of his hip. I hum in agreement.

“I know,” I whisper while unfastening his pants and pulling his cock free. “But I bet I could make you experience colors like you never have before.” The tip of my tongue teases the head of his dick, and he draws in a breath.

“Is that so?” His confident persona is gone, leaving behind a shaking, needy mess for my enjoyment. I don’t know why I feel the pleasure I do. The first time I sucked his dick, it was foreign and fast. But now that I have the control, now that I can see exactly what pleasure he’s getting from this, it’s a power trip I never want to surrender.

“Mmhmm...” I moan as I drag my tongue along the length of his green cock, following the lines from tip to base.

He lets out a pained, almost frustrated laugh. “Motherfucking God, Blue. If you’re going to suck it, fucking suck it.” I can’t help but giggle as I pull back.

“No,” I state, and I have to stop from laughing at his face as he looks like I took away his sunshine.

“Huh? Wh?—”

“I’m going to do what I want, and ifyouwould like me tosuck it,you’re going to ask me... No, I changed my mind. Beg me.” His lip twitches as he looks around, as if perplexed by my demand.

“Are you serious? I-I don’t beg for sex.” I shrug before spitting on his cock and running my hand over the shaft, softly, as if a feather is touching him.

“Have it your way.”

“You’re being a fucking brat,” he hisses as his hands grip the rock he’s leaning against.

“Noooo,” I sing before teasing the underside of his tip with my tongue. “You told me to tell you what I want. I’m followingyourrules. You’re not playing nice.”

“Fine,” he grits through his teeth. “Blue, will youpleasesuck my dick?” That’s the worst beg I’ve ever heard, but I lean in, sliding his cock down my throat. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpers. “That’s it, fuck yes... keep going, dollface. Let me fuck that perfect throat.”

I revel in his sweet, dirty words and narrowly forget myself and submit to him. But I can’t, not this time. I’ve got to stay in charge. Maybe if I can get him to feel the euphoric release I do, he’ll feel calm enough to talk to me. I know for me, besides pain, his teasing is what sends me over the hardest.

I pull his cock out of my mouth, running my tongue over his length again before blowing cool air over the salvia trail I leave behind.

“Oh my God!” he cries in frustration, another laugh breaking from his chest as he stares up at the cave ceiling. “Blue, I’m going to freak the fuck out.”

“Shhh...” I scold as I grab his hips to pull him to me, kissing and nipping at his length. “You want the Nightmares to hear you getting off?” I tease as my hand cups his balls. His torso tightens as he shoulders roll inward.

“Blue,” he whispers, and I see it: he’s so close to breaking. I spit on his cock again while spreading my thighs to give me access to my dripping pussy. “Blue... Blue... Please...” I nearly come at his feral desperation. My arousal soaks my hand, and I bring it to his cock, my blue juices smearing all over his glowing, green cock. “Fuuuckkk... ” His eyes roll as a bead of sweat rolls from his chest to his navel.

“You want to come for me?” I ask innocently while sucking his tip. His nod is rapid as he tries to grab the back of my head, but I jerk back. “Uh, uh.” I tsk. “Beg.”

“Blue,” he growls, his voice shaking. “Please, dollface, put me out of my misery. Give me the high that only you can deliver. Please, I’m not worthy or deserving, butplease,I beg you, allow me to come in that infuriatingly perfect mouth. Allow me to replace my higher power’s name with yours. Please, Blue. Fuck!” he grunts as I ram his cock down my throat, gagging on the intrusion. I grip his ass in one hand as I massage his balls in my other.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” he nearly cries on a whisper as he thrusts into my mouth. “So perfect. Look at you. I fit so perfectly. That’s it... Suck—Rright there, fuck...” He grips me by the scalp as he delivers thrust after erratic thrust. “I’m going to come... Fuck Blue!” he roars with no fear of the Nightmares prowling the surrounding area. I hold him to me as he empties himself down my throat, a small whimper escaping him with each finishing suck I deliver.

“Fucking Christ,” he pants once I release him. He stares at me, eyes wide and wild. “I don’t even know what to say. I feel like a thank you is in order, but would also be the dumbest thing I could do right now.” I giggle softly, tucking a lock behind my ear.

“How about you answer a question instead?” I say shyly. His expression darkens and his eyes roll.

“And here I thought it was my job to be the cunning, unfair one. Impressive,” he mutters.

“I’m not being unfair,” I huff. “Firefly, I’m just trying to connect with you. I thought maybe if I did this–”

“What?” he snaps. “That if you let me come in your mouth, I’ll open my wounds to you? Jesus, Blue.”

I fight back tears, frustrated over the fact that I just did something for him and he still refuses to open up to me. I wipe the remnants of his come from my sore mouth, hurt by his reluctance to be honest with me.

“I thought we were getting closer to each other Firefly,”

“You would be wise to stop thinking that way, to maybe re-evaluate your thoughts on the Boogeyman.” I flinch at his harsh words, but I’m undeterred.

“Fire—”

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