Page 27 of Devil May Hunt
Brennon stared at him with wide eyes.
“What? Don’t feel like being a brat anymore?” Gunho chuckled at him. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take me into your mouth and let me throat fuck you to completion. Then you’re going to swallow every drop I give you, is that understood? Every drop. Alpha come is a gift.”
“I don’t want it,” his voice was thready, and while there was a hint of fear there, there was also something else.
Gunho leaned back and blindly felt until he found Brennon’s hard dick, then he squeezed him.
Brennon cursed and jerked beneath him.
“You’ll take me in that pretty mouth of yours, or you can have your back blown out. I’ll fuck that tight hole and drag you out by the scruff of your neck so the entire gym can see what it looks like to be owned by me.”
The cadet whimpered, and the look of fear grew.
A prick of unease bloomed in Gunho’s chest and he almost comforted him, holding himself back at the last second. They needed to establish their relationship. He couldn’t have his mate wandering around, getting jealous over other princes and their Royal Consorts. Gunho wouldn’t share.
Which meant he also had no intentions of ever exposing Brennon’s naked form to the public, but the cadet didn’t need to know that yet.
“Open wide,” Gunho ordered, grinning when Brennon only hesitated a little before finally doing what he was told. “Stick out your tongue.”
He rolled his flushed crown against the cadet’s tongue, moaning from the hot, wet sensation of that alone. This position was going to make it difficult for him to fit all the way, he could tell that already.
“Stay.” Gunho sent him a steely look, making sure the cadet was going to comply, before he got off the desk. He shoved the rolling chair out of the way, barely noticing when it slammed into a filing cabinet with a loud rattle. He was already aiming his cock back to Brennon’s mouth, pressing between his pink lips.
It was a tight squeeze, and tears almost immediately appeared in the corner of the cadet’s eyes as Gunho eased himself in inch after inch.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this,” Gunho said once he’d gotten halfway in. Brennon swallowed around him and he hissed as pleasure zapped all the way down to his toes, causing him to rock forward. “It’s exactlywhat I fantasized, right down to the haughty gleam in your eyes. Suck me, baby. Work for your alpha.”
He half expected Brennon to go back to being stubborn, but was pleasantly surprised when his pretty lover seemed as over that game as he was and instantly started to blow him. Gunho was careful at first, giving him time to adjust to his size, biting the inside of his cheek every time Brennon’s tongue stroked the underside of his cock as he slipped in and out of him.
His gaze landed on the cadet’s erect dick, still out and in full view, watching as it bobbed in motion with Gunho’s thrusts. Droplets of precome splattered across his underbelly, staining the hem of Brennon’s gray cotton t-shirt.
Gunho reached out and tugged the material up, exposing toned muscles and perky, rose colored nipples. He wanted him between his teeth, recalled the cute noises Brennon made when they were played with, but doing so would force his cock further out of his pretty lover’s mouth, and Gunho wouldn’t stop for the world.
However…
“Don’t stop,” he commanded, then drove himself in balls deep and draped himself forward. He planted a chaste kiss to the tip of Brennon’s dick, laughing when his hips jerked up from the contact. He was smaller than Gunho, but that wasn’t saying much considering he was huge enough most past lovers second-guessed themselves as soon as they saw his cock.
“I bet everyone always praises your size, don’t they?” Gunho licked a stripe from the base to his slit, the taste of salt and musk exploding on his taste buds. “Bet all your past lovers couldn’t get enough of you.”
Brennon had mentioned in passing that he was usually the giver and not the receiver. He’d still been drunk at the time, but Gunho had found that tidbit interesting. Sure, he’d been scared at first and had tried to call the whole thing off, but after alittle bit of persuasion, the cadet had been fairly easy to get into bed. He’d stopped fighting and had let Gunho fuck him deep into the couch cushions at the club. Had begged for more and let him take him on the cold, hard ground.
Back at the house, Brennon had tried to say he wouldn’t be able to handle him, but Gunho knew better.
“You’re the only one who’s ever been able to keep up with my stamina, pretty lover,” he cooed, fucking in and out of Brennon’s mouth with pounding thrusts that shook the desk beneath them. There was a good chance the cadet couldn’t hear him over it, but Gunho continued anyway. “I don’t care how perfectly your dick fit in another person’s hole. You’ll never get to experience that again. This is mine.” He cupped Brennon’s balls and clamped down on them. “All of you is mine.”
His mouth dropped down on his dick, taking him all the way back until he hit the back of his throat, and then slipped further. It was only fair, since he was gagging the cadet on his own cock at the same time. Gunho hollowed his cheeks and sucked with all his might, his left hand tapping against Brennon’s taint rhythmically, while his right went lower.
The second he found his hole, Gunho drove a long finger into him, spearing past that tight ring of muscle. He jabbed at his insides, added another, and then felt around until he felt what he was after.
When he pressed against Brennon’s prostate, the cadet screamed, the sound muffled by Gunho’s body.
His cock felt the vibrations though, and it was enough to send him toppling over the edge as well. The orgasm slammed into him, momentarily blinding him with bursts of white light as he rode it out, pinning Brennon down with his cock buried deep into his throat.
By the time he came back to himself, his pretty lover was trembling.
Gunho tore away and quickly pulled Brennon into an upright position, yanking him across the desk until his back came up against his chest. He undid the belt at his wrists, wincing when he saw how red they were. Capturing his jaw, he tipped his head, inspecting his blown pupils and the tear tracks, the puffiness to his lips. Rubbing away some of the saliva, he purred, pushing the sound through where their bodies connected in an attempt to soothe his mate.
“You—” Brennon broke off on a cough, wheezing.
