While he had slept with others before, this was the first time that Joseph had been with someone so... reverent of his body. The older man lay there comfortably, only propping himself up on his elbows as he watched Caius work his way around and over his cock. It was careful, slow, and deliberate. And while he would have loved to run his fingers through the other's hair and guide his head down on his cock once more, Joseph couldn't guarantee that he would just force Caius down with even more than he could handle. No, the mob boss wanted to savor this feeling. He enjoyed the sight of the younger man taking his time, swallowing up inch by inch of his thick cock. No one had ever been so... desiring of him. So eager to worship him as deeply and thoroughly as Caius. Who was he to interrupt the other's process?
Joseph chuckled lowly as he listened to the other's words of praise, with how much he enjoyed the taste of his cock and precum. Whatever few strings of restraint were still lingering were clearly snapping on a physical level, as his cock was already bubbling up a fresh dollop of precum for Caius to lap up with that eager, wet tongue of his. "My, my... now who taught you how to sweet-talk your boss like this?" Joseph said with a low rumbling laugh. "Most people flee from the sight of this. The size can be unbearable and painful," he murmured lowly. It wasn't a warning for Caius, just a simple statement. A fact of those he had been with previously. But Joseph could see the lingering hunger in the other's eyes, the deep desire and lustful fire that was burning in the soft lamplight. "Imagine my surprise, finding that my newest hire is just so eager to worship me. To satisfy himself with every last bit of my size. Perhaps I've brought you in for the wrong role. I can't very much come out here every time I wish to be worshipped now, can I?" he purred.
When people spoke of the divine, Joseph wondered if they pictured something like this: the sight of Caius popping off of his cock, gasping for air, strings of saliva lingering from his reddened lips, and the tip of his throbbing cock, the tender kiss the other man gave to his crown, as if it were the hand of a king. The mob boss groaned lowly as he felt those strokes begin to pick up, knowing that it wasn't long before his cock was spurting forth ropes after ropes of cum. He churned out such heavy loads, after all. Even if he had to touch himself to deal with his constant arousal, nothing seemed to quell the burning need to release thick and hefty waves of cum. And he would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to the sight of Caius' face covered in his seed, his cum dripping out of the corners of the other's lips. "You make a fair deal," he panted lowly as he felt one of his balls slip past those pretty pink lips and into that ever-so-satisfying mouth of his. "But my very first load for you shouldn't be in your mouth."
It seemed that the two of them shared a similar thought, what with Caius teasing at his balls while his hands continued to stroke his length. It was a steady process, the younger man alternating between the two until Joseph murmured his thoughts about breeding him. And then, all bets were off. His breathing deepened, and his eyes darkened as he listened to all those filthy words spilling out of the other's mouth. Oh, how he wanted to do all of that to him and more. How he wanted to wreck Caius again and again, until Joseph's cock was the only thing on that man's mind.
"Forever, is it? Is that where you want to be? By my side, every day and night? Worshipping this cock and pleasuring it, like it was your personal toy to help get yourself off? Perhaps I should carry you around with this cock sheathed up that fat ass of you, buried in deep so that you couldn't get off even if you tried. Carry you to meetings with that cock deep inside of you, so everyone knows that you're mine and only mine. And they would never dare think of even touching what's mine, what was made to service me, to worship me, to be bred by me," Joseph growled, his possessive nature starting to spill forth. But no one had ever done this to him, made him lose himself in the pleasure, in the arousal, in the ecstasy. No one, until Caius, and Joseph would be damned if he let this moment slip by.
It wasn't immediate, and that was what Joseph was beginning to love about his shared moments with Caius. The other man took his time, taking what he needed, what he desired, until he moved on. There was no rush; they had all the time that Joseph dictated for them, and the crime lord wasn't planning on ending things any time soon. It wasn't until there was that last, final pop of Caius pulling away from his cock head that the larger man began to move.
His eyes were dark, predatory, like a tiger on the prowl. Joseph shifted about as Caius clambered over him and lay on his back. He waited as the other man raised up his legs and spread them wide, baring that sweet, precious pucker for him to see. His back muscles were tensed, taut, ready to spring the moment Caius removed his hand. The younger man was happily spreading that wet, slick mixture over that pink entrance, perfectly framed between two juicy mounds of fat and muscle for Joseph to take bites of. And at the offered question, the crime lord could only meet the other's gaze with glaring desire in his eyes. "Like this," he growled lowly. "I want to see you give in to pleasure. I want to see what kind of wreck I turn you into when I'm done with you. I want to hear those pretty little noises of yours when you're thoroughly and properly bred."
And there wasn't even a mere second that passed from his last words before Joseph pounced upon Caius. The mob boss certainly had the physique to be in charge, but his speed was unmatched amongst his crew. He was careful, precise, steady, like a bullet seeking out its target. And his lips landed precisely on that slicked-up entrance of Caius' hole. Joseph had already pushed aside the other's fingers, letting his scruffy stubble rub up against the other's pink hole as he began to eat the younger man out. It was as if he were a man stranded in the desert for days, and Caius was the oasis he had been looking for. A fresh font of pure, divine water. Joseph lapped and licked and swallowed; he spat and plunged his tongue around and relished every last bit that he could. His tongue worked overtime, swirling and probing and wriggling, mapping out every last bit inside, around, and along Caius' entrance. His hands kept the other's legs spread, kneading and massaging and groping at those thighs, those thick, perfect, juicy thighs. Joseph could not say how much time he spent there, whether it was just a few seconds, minutes, or hours. All he knew was that he was hungry, desperate for more. And he would not stop until his jaw ached, and his mouth could not open anymore, until he passed out from the sheer effort and exhaustion he spent after eating Caius out to completion again and again.
This was his. It was all his. That sweet, deliciously musky scent, that quivering hole that trembled and flexed along the tip of his tongue, those heavy balls resting against his forehead, and that cock that he would need to devote time worshipping at some point... it was all his. And that thought aroused Joseph to no end, and drove the mob boss to continue lapping and licking away at Caius' pucker with a renewed second, and third, and fourth wave, until there was a heavy puddle of saliva dripping down his chin and onto the sheets.
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