Page 9 of His New Toy

Seth let out a tiny moan at the searing touch, hips jerking as his head dropped forward. A kiss was pressed to the back of his neck, and Seth shuddered against all the sensation.

“What a pretty little sound,” Clark said, lips brushing the sensitive skin behind Seth’s ear. “To go with a pretty little boy and his pretty little cock.”

Seth heard himself make a strangled noise at that, not at all ready for the words spilling from Clark’s mouth as his hand worked over Seth’s dick. His big body kept Seth firmly in place, right where Clark wanted him.

“I wonder what other sounds you’ll make for me,” Clark said, letting go of Seth’s wrist, sliding his now free hand up underneath Seth’s overlarge top as he continued to languidly stroke Seth’s cock. “Don’t keep them in now, sweetheart.”

Seth gasped as Clark pinched one of his nipples, and the noise turned into a high, thready whine as Clark tugged gently, rolling the point between his fingers. Clark chuckled and pinched him again, this time tugging a little harder.

“Good boy,” he said in response to Seth’s whimper. “Just like that.”

Clark had barely touched him, but already Seth was too sensitive, too turned on. Clark was everywhere, surrounding him with heat and scent and touch. Words tangled up in Seth’s throat.Stop,he didn’t say.It’s too much. It’s not enough.

“You’re so wet for me,” Clark sounded pleased, and now that he drew attention to it Seth could tell it was true. The hand on him was slick, the sound of it noticeable under his own panting breath. “You like this?”

“Ah–”His tongue felt too clumsy to get anything else out.

“And so responsive,” Clark murmured as he pinched Seth’s nipple again. Seth whined, the sensation ricocheting through him, making his toes curl against the wood flooring. “How about…”

The hand on his cock slowed until Clark’s fingers were just at the tip, rubbing slowly beneath the crown. Seth’s head dropped back onto Clark’s shoulder, helplessly. The man pressed a kiss on the column of Seth’s bared throat.

“I could just play with you all night,” he said against Seth’s skin. “Keep you just like this.” The hand on his nipples moved to the other one, rolling and teasing it to a peak. The sensation went straight to Seth’s cock, and he knew he was oozing precome, making a mess of Clark’s pajamas.

“Would you like that? Being my little plaything?”

Seth let out a punched sound. His chest was heaving, and the arousal sat heavy in the bottom of his belly. It was so good, and not enough. He felt like he was shaking apart.

“P-please.”

“Begging already?” A soft, throaty chuckle. “I’ve only just started with you.” Clark’s fingers stroked slowly from tip to root, and then wandered further down to touch Seth’s balls. Clark held them for a moment, weighing them in his hands before he moved back to give Seth's cock a long, leisurely stroke. The momentary break only meant the nerves reacted fresh, and he moaned at the way it felt.

“Are you going to come for me?”

“I—” the words fell away with a broken sound as Clark’s hand tightened around him. The other hand was still plucking away at his nipples, not giving him a moment's respite. He felt powerless as the man touched him, as he stroked and coaxed Seth’s arousal higher and higher.

He'd never been touched like this, so confidently, so expertly. It felt possessive, like the man was taking over Seth’s body and making it his own. Like Seth had no choice but to endure this onslaught of pleasure.

It grew quickly in him under Clark’s adept hands. Seth moaned now every time the hand moved on his cock, every time there was a hard pinch at his nipples. He felt utterly out of control, held together only by Clark’s body pinning him against the counter.

“I’m—”

“Mmm,” the low notes of the sound in his ear made Seth shiver. “Getting close, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Seth panted, barely able to get out just that one word.

The hand around him began to speed up, so slick now with every stroke. Seth was tense with the need to come, all of him pressed back into Clark with need. His muscles were aching, the edge of the counter biting into his stomach, but both those things were barely noticeable behind the heat under his skin.

“Ask me for it,” Clark said, his deep voice still so controlled, for all that Seth felt like he was coming apart. His hand was now stroking at a punishing pace, striping Seth’s cock tightly beneath the counter. His other hand pinched hard at one nipple, a half-pain half-pleasure note that only twisted Seth up higher.

“Please.”

A soft growl against his throat. “You can do prettier than that, can’t you?”

Seth squeezed his eyes shut. “P-please sir.”

A hum of approval this time, and another sharp pinch of his nipple. Seth cried out, too loud in the dark kitchen.

“Please sir, what?”

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