☾ a/n: i hope this can suffice… it sure did me in
Your hands trace down Chan’s arched back, chills running along his skin at your touch. He was face down on the mattress, his ass in the air on full display for you, cheeks red from the work of your hands. You crawled up on your knees beside him on the bed, grazing your fingers through his pastel pink hair before tugging his head up harshly and turning him to face you.
Chan raised himself up on his elbows as you looked down at him expectantly, eyebrow raised and inching your hips toward his face. His eyes looked from you to the the pink dildo strapped onto your hips, cock twitching with anticipation. Chan still didn’t like to admit it, but he loved being fucked. The way you’d pound into him, filling him up so deliciously and taking total control had him near begging. Tonight was no different. Opening his mouth wide, he held still as you pushed the firm toy into his mouth, sliding it over his tongue to get it wet.
“Good boy, Channie,” you coo as his tongue swirled around the tip, those thick, pink lips sucking around the base. He bobbed his head, sinking down further until the toy was hitting the back of his throat. You pulled him off by the hair at the back of his head, his mouth separating from the dildo with a loud pop and strings of spit connecting the two.
Chan was up in a second, back in position waiting for his next command. His arms weakened at the feeling of you crawling up behind him, leaning over and leaving hot kisses down his back. You chuckled as he shivered beneath you, straightening back up and guiding the head of the toy to his entrance. Chan did his best to keep still, to keep from throwing his hips back and just sinking himself onto you; he knew that wouldn’t end well for him.
“Eager, aren’t you?” you snickered, a smirk creeping over your lips at his neediness.
You ran the stiff cock up and down his ass, stopping to press against his entrance then pulling away again. Chan dropped his head and you could feel the frustration emanating from him, though not daring to utter a sound.
“Such a good boy. I should reward you, shouldn’t I?” you teased, knowing full well that he wouldn’t answer you.
Grabbing the lube from its spot in the sheets, you squeeze it over the toy and spread it with two fingers, then bringing them up to his pink hole and coating it gently. He barely hisses at the cool sensation, hiding his warm face in his shoulder. Slowly, you press the head against him before pushing into him with a buck of your hips.
Chan’s head flies up and he digs his teeth into his lip to stay quiet. He adjusts to the width, his muscles loosening up at the feeling of being filled at last. He wiggles his ass to signal he’s ready, aching for you to finally move. You pull back and thrust into him even deeper, earning a weak whimper from the back of his throat.
“You can make noise, baby boy. I want to hear how desperate you are for me.”
You roll your hips into him as encouragement and he lets out a loud, drawn-out moan. His voice was so cute, sweet sounds shooting to your core and making you drip at his submissiveness. He was always so good for you, so obedient and eager to please. A total contrast to his personality - and you adored it.
“Please, please move. I can’t take it anymore.” Chan’s voice draws you back from your reverie and you feel a switch go off in you at his begging.
You snap forward, slamming your hips against his reddened cheeks as he pants and writhes under you. He rocks back to meet your thrusts, your pace growing faster and faster until he can’t keep up any longer.
Chan buries his face into the pillows, fingers curling around the sheets in an attempt to ground himself. Uncontrollable moans bubble in his throat as you fuck into him so deep, he couldn’t form a coherent thought. This is what he loved the most; surrendering control and giving himself for you to use, like a toy. He wanted you to claim him, to mark him and make it known that he was yours. His throbbing cock leaked at his lewd thoughts and he had to fight off the orgasm that was gradually growing. He couldn’t come without your permission.
Your eyes wander across his back, strong muscles of his shoulders tensed as he tries to hold himself together. Your chest swelled at the sight of your baby boy in such a state; fucked out and vulnerable for you and only you.
The sound of your voice brought him back down to Earth, brows knitting together at your words. He lifted his head to glance back at you, as if checking to see if you were serious.
“I want to look at you, baby,” you admit in a soft voice.
He swore he could have come right there, but he held it together and got on his back, spreading his legs to make a space for you. You trailed loving hands up his thighs, kissing up his stomach until you reached his face. The look in his eyes was one unlike anything you’d ever seen before. It fueled the dominant part of you, burning with the desire to completely ravish him.
You hooked your hands behind his knees, lifting them until he bent his legs to open up wider. Your hips settled between his legs and you rolled them into him, teasing the toy against his entrance once more before pushing into him swiftly.
His eyes fell shut, back lifting off of the bed to give you full view of his broad chest, rosy nipples standing out against his milky skin. The veins protruding along his neck, his flushed chest expanding and contracting; he was positively breathtaking.
You grind into him, finding a steady pace as your lips close around his erect nipple. He gasps and squirms under your mouth, overwhelmed at the stimulation.
Moving up to kiss his lips, you shift to a new angle that has a shout ripping from his throat. With every thrust the toy rubbed against his sensitive spot, bringing him that much closer to release. His whole body trembled and his hands fidget by his side as he struggles to keep them in place. You reach out to take his hands in yours and place them on your body.
Chan caresses the smooth skin of your waist, hands freely roaming at his ability to touch you. Bringing a hand down his stomach, you move until it meets his dripping cock, wrapping around it and spreading the sticky substance with your thumb. He whimpers at the contact and twists his body, senses overloaded by white hot pleasure.
All the while, your hips don’t let up, fucking into him as deep as you could go. You pump his cock in your hand, rubbing the sensitive edges around his head and making his head spin at the feeling of his climax rapidly approaching.
Eyes glued shut, Chan found himself growing light-headed as he tried to delay his orgasm. The way you were working all parts of his body and doing all of this just for him, to make him feel good, almost sent him over the edge. He couldn’t hold it much longer, the pleasure becoming too intense.
“You look so good like this, Channie. Come for me. Let it out, angel.”
At the sound of his beloved pet name, his orgasm washed over him like a flood, body jerking under yours and mind going numb. You don’t stop your movements, milking him and helping him ride out his high until he’s pushing you away from overstimulation.
Chan melted into the sheets, puffing as he struggled to catch his breath. You giggle at how messy and adorable he looks, quickly rising from the bed to grab a towel and clean the both of you off before returning to his side.
“I want you to do that again - after I sleep.”
You just laugh, “Anything for you, baby boy.”
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