Page 39 of The Toymaker
Kit’s cock tried to grow, and he squeaked as the crop stung him again.
“Your time is more than half gone.” Trig moved, and Kit heard the flat, stiff leather of the crop smack Riju’s ass instead.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Riju hissed.
Even though Kit had his thighs pressed together, and Riju’s cock was thrusting in the slick, snug space, it couldn’t be as tight as an asshole. Kit kissed his neck again, trying to make it better for him. He didn’t care about the crop that was landing on his rear once more. Trig was delivering the swats more rapidly, almost as if that would make the other cum faster.
Riju’s hips suddenly jerked, and he straightened as his whole body tensed.
“Fuck-” He scrunched his eyes shut and pressed his lips to Kit’s.
It grew slicker on Kit’s thighs as Riju pumped his cock between them. Kit kissed him harder as fluid dripped down the side of his neglected cock that ached to be touched. It was worth it to feel Riju so stiff and yet undone against him.
Riju shuddered and went still as they broke off the kiss.
Trig cupped Riju’s cheek to turn his head. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you cum.”
His finger slipped into his mouth, and Riju’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked on it. Kit almost wept since he would have damn near cut off his pinky to have those lips around his cock or to feel Riju’s tongue glide along it. It wasn’t even the orgasm he cared about anymore. He just wanted to be in Riju’s mouth, but he still had months to go.
“Are you going to be good and get on your knees for me now?” asked Trig.
“Mhm.”
Trig slipped his finger out. “You did good, Kit. You can sit on the floor.”
Once they were both free, he snapped for Riju who kneeled to undo his trousers and get to work. Kit sank to the floor, hardlycaring about the cold cum and oil smeared on his thighs. He was more interested in the sight of Riju with his lips around Trig’s cock.
Fuck…He wanted to make Riju finish again, so after a couple of minutes, he inched forward to get between them. Riju’s cock was limp, so Kit was careful as he took it in his mouth to gently suck. The oil tasted rather funny, and he lapped to get the smeared cum off. Riju made a noise and threaded his fingers through Kit’s hair.
“I guess he hasn’t had enough yet,” said Trig. “Give Kit a turn with my dick.”
Kit would have preferred to suck off Riju, but he obediently shifted on his knees to take his Master’s shaft in his mouth. He gripped Riju’s to gently stroke it.
“Fuck.” Riju dragged his nails down Kit’s back and made him shudder at the sensation.
“You’re an eager little slut, aren’t you?” Trig asked Kit, who made a noise of assent. “Both of you kiss along the side.”
“Don’t stop jerking me.” Riju’s hips flexed as Kit squeezed the hardening shaft.
Trig groaned as both licked and kissed along the side of his cock. “I am one lucky man.”
Kit kept his mouth on Trig’s shaft as he rubbed his thumb over the tip of Riju’s slit. Copious amounts of pre-cum oozed out, and he smeared it around to stroke him more.
Trig took a good handful of Riju’s hair and slipped the head between his lips. “Suck.”
Kit was free to suck off Riju like he’d originally wanted. As soon as he wrapped his lips around the crown, Riju released more pre-cum, and Kit made a small sound as he lapped it up. He stayed low and bobbed his head. A wet noise came from Riju’s throat as Trig grew more vigorous with him.
Kit cradled Riju’s balls to massage them and flicked his tongue along the underside of the shaft. If Trig vanished right then, he wouldn’t care as long as he got to make Riju cum again. He let his hand wander along his hip and around to give his ass a little squeeze, back over his hip, and down one of his slim thighs.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Trig growled.
Whatever Riju gasped, it was muffled.
“Cum again with my dick in your mouth. Let me see how pretty you are when you cum.”
Riju suddenly jerked his hips and moaned as cum flooded Kit’s mouth. He squeezed Riju’s thigh and collected the salty seed in his mouth while he kept working his mouth. When his hair was grabbed hard enough to make his scalp prick with pain, he whimpered.
No matter how much he wanted to cum too, he’d never get tired of the little sounds Riju made as he sucked and was sucked. Vaguely, he was aware of Trig swearing, and he must have finished too. When Riju quieted and stilled his hips, Kit withdrew and finally looked up as he rubbed his neck. Trig pulled out, and Kit looked at Riju so he could open his mouth and show the cum.
