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I’m eyeing those Taylor prompts HARD but I can’t stop thinking about this one:
9. “look at my fucking neck, how am i supposed to face my mother?”
with any of the Gladney guys. Because, well…👀
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The sunlight of an early morning streams in through the cracks of the blinds that were drawn last night. Dust particles dance calmly in the golden hue, but as Kylo’s eyes crack open and his hand reaches over to the empty space beside him, he is greeted by a scene that is less than calm. In fact, it is quite the opposite.
You are seated at the vanity, the very one he had put in his own space for mornings such as these - mornings when you wake up with him - and your head is tilted, hands exploring all areas of your exposed neck. It is marked to hell, he finds; hickies dot all along the column of your throat, marking a line that ends with your shoulders. There are, Kylo knows, more that he’s placed on you in parts only ever seen by himself, his brothers and, of course, Jack. The thought alone sends a twitch of interest to his cock.
“Look at my fucking neck,” you lament, the statement followed by a sigh of frustration when you spot him awake and watching you in the reflection of the vanity’s mirror. “How am I supposed to face my mother?”
“You don’t,” Kylo responds nonchalantly. Behind you, Kylo groans sleepily as he shifts around in the bed in order to move closer to you. “Come back to bed.”
He watches, now propped up on an elbow as you peer over your shoulder to take in the sight of him. It doesn’t go unnoticed how your eyes roam over his bare chest which also bears marks of its own.
“I don’t have the makeup to cover this, Kylo.”
“Wear a scarf.”
“It’s ninety degrees,” you shoot back.
The corners of Kylo’s lips quirk upward slightly with the beginnings of a smirk. Wordlessly, he slides further across the bed, a long arm eventually reaching out to wind around your stomach. “Come back to bed.”
“Kylo-”
“I’m not asking.” You could continue to protest, you both know. While he does enjoy the occasional command, Kylo’s never been the type to hold you against your will. He’s not his youngest brother, after all. The thought makes him snort and in turn causes you to lift a brow in silent inquiry.
Rather than respond, Kylo gives you a gentle tug, coaxing you to join him once more. He must admit that he’s impressed with what little effort you give in resisting him. Soon enough, your side of the bed is warm once more. With swift movements, Kylo rolls his body over to hover above you, his hands resting on either side of you, palms pressing into the mattress to keep you pinned in place beneath him.
“You can explain later,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “You don’t have to go out right now, right?”
He watches as your head shakes, a satisfied smile beginning to form. “Right.”
Kylo’s head dips to deposit kiss after kiss onto your exposed skin, beginning with the marks on your neck and trailing lower and lower. The warmth of your hands reaching to press against his shoulders and the soft laugh you give in response pulls his attention upward, his eyes looking towards your own as he continues his exploration of your body.
“What are you doing,” you ask amidst the laughter.
You know very well what he’s doing, but entertains the question nonetheless.
“Giving you more to hide,” he says prior to nipping at the soft skin of your stomach. “Here.” Kylo sucks at the same spot until he’s satisfied that it will bruise in no time. “And here,” he replies, over and over again, picking out various spots on your stomach and thighs until this little game of his has turned into something much more rewarding.
(Or I dunno, combine these and tell me how loud he is eating our pussy on speakerphone to piss off Ben, Kylo, and Matt on the other end 😈)
Britt please I spent all last night dreaming up this scenario and writing down notes in between REM cycles 😩🥴 I got a little carried away with this one :phew:
18+ | cw: typical Gladney Fam nonsense, stepcest, stepdad!Jack, stepbro!triplets, afab!reader, innocence kink, use of princess and babygirl, oral (m->f), daddy kink, mentions of alcohol, voyeurism, exhibitionism
Stever Miller Band croons softly from the speakers as Jack leans back in his desk chair, a cool glass of whiskey in hand while he waits. Waits for you to work up the nerve. Your knees twitch nervously, knocking together as your brief bought of bravery vanishes. Jack smirks to himself, enjoying the sight of your squirming as his thumb strokes the slightly dampened lacy material bunched up in his hand. Knowing that you won’t do it without instruction, he decides to put you out of your misery.
“Show me, babygirl,” he guides, his encouraging voice soft and steady.
With a deep exhale and a swirl of anxiousness spinning in your belly, you part your thighs, your socks sliding across the glossy wood of his desk as you expose yourself to him. A low rumble sounds from where your stepfather sits as his eyes roam appreciatively at your gorgeous cunt, already beginning to swell and dribble open for him. Ice clinks against the glass of his cup while Jack tips back the remainder of the liquid, swallowing it to burn down his throat in a single gulp. Your veins pulse with anticipation as he takes his time setting the glass aside, ensuring that it reaches the designated coaster.
Fingertips join at your ankles before his large palms casually caress up your calves, leaving goosebumps in their paths on their way to ghost the undersides of your knees and he presses a quick kiss to the top, unable to resist the urge of feeling your precious skin on his lips. A shiver kisses your spine when those hands meet in between your thighs, his touch slowing as Jack encourages them to lie flush against the desk, allowing his eyes to land on your exposed center. Your face heats up under his scrutiny, all of the muscles below your belly and above your knees tensing.
Jack drags the knuckle of his middle finger up your slit and his cock twitches at the sharp inhale of your breath while the back of his finger teases your folds apart. He nearly groans at the small trickle that escapes your pretty pussy and it takes every ounce of willpower he has to not dive in face-first right this second to devour the sweetest tasting cunt he’s ever had. He subtly takes a calming breath of his own to steady the shaking urge to lunge, instead, continuing with his soft teasing movements; allowing the pads of his thumbs to trace up the outsides of your labia and pulling your sticky lips from one another, a string of your gloss clinging to the folds as they part. His lip catches between his teeth as Jack’s eyes fall to your pretty hole, mesmerized by the way your inside clenches impatiently for him.
A movement catches the corner of Jack’s eye, distracting him from the feast laid out before him, and they swing to the den door. Instant irritation wrings through him as the familiar shadows of someone-- or multiple someones-- loitering just outside peak beneath the frame. It's locked, of course, as it always is when you are in here with him, but he can’t help but feel annoyed. One would think that by the time their children reach adulthood, the constant lingering of their presence would fade at least a little, finally giving the parent some much-deserved alone time, even for just an hour. But it would appear that would not be the case.
Ever since the boys were young, they had a tendency to linger outside of his home office door, the original wooden floorboards creaking under their feet despite the fact that they try their best to still their movements– his ever-curious little now enormous eavesdroppers. However, since your arrival and the triplet's decision to move back into their childhood home, his already limited time with you has severely dwindled and he reminisces on the brief time that he’d had you to himself, with no expectations of sharing you with anyone.
“Is everything okay, Daddy?” you ask with a little squirm as your thighs try and fail to press together under the weight of his elbows pinning them down.
“S’fine, princess, it was nothing. Just thought I heard something,” Jack responds, raising his voice just enough for the spies outside to hear, turning his attention back to you and purring, “now where we? Hmmmm, right… your pretty little cunt.”
Leaning forward, the tip of Jack’s tongue strokes through your parted folds with a renewed urgency– if the boys wanted a show, he’d give them one. The tip of his tongue lands on your shiny, swollen clit and it pulses against the muscle. With a groan, he buries his face in your pussy, releasing your folds to sandwich his mouth, his stubble lightly scraping at the sensitive skin as he sucks the bud inside, flicking at it and spelling his name, putting a silent claim on your body. His arms wind around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face, giving you nowhere you run and leaving you with no choice but to slap your hands on the edge of the desk and hold on for dear life.
You squeal at the sudden intrusion of his tongue slurping at your juices and teasing over your sloppy hole after having been carefully teased up the mountain of pleasure. To be so suddenly thrown into gratification was overwhelming your senses, causing you to shake as you unsuccessfully try to ward off the sudden intensity of the orgasm taking over. Jack groans deep into your center, sending vibrations through all of the sensitive nerves, and his fat tongue prods into your spasming hole, spearing through the contractions and fighting to keep it inside while you ride out your climax on his face. Your body convulses as he continues to lap at you, slurping up every drop of creamy wet juices dribbling from your perfect cunt. After coaxing you through another soft– but loud– orgasm, you push Jack’s mouth away with your jelly arms, unable to bear any more stimulation.
“We’re not done yet, babygirl,” Jack croons as he rises from his seat, the leather of the chair groaning with his movement. The familiar tinkle of his belt being undone invades your ears through the rush of blood flooding them, “its time for Daddy to make you scream.”
I was saving this one for this week. Once again, this is from my bby @leatherboundbirate. We're setting this one in the future. It's CEO!Kylo Gladney.
Warnings: Stepcest, Oral (M Receiving), Gendered Pet Names
Word Count: 953
“Attention all passengers, the time is now 11:30 AM and the weather is looking bright and sunny without a cloud in sight. It’s looking like perfect landing weather, so as we begin our descent we ask that you please fasten your seatbelts. Flight crew, please ready the cabin for landing.”
The familiar ding of the fasten seatbelt sign overhead sounds, followed by a myriad of clicks as passengers within the cabin take heed of the Captain’s instruction. He’s only been gone three days, but Kylo swears it’s the longest three days he’s ever had without you in it. Sure there were plenty of phone calls in between his meetings and the obligatory facetime calls before bed where he’d watch you fall asleep right before his very eyes despite all your protesting that you weren’t tired.
His arrival is no secret, he knows that you’re aware he’ll be landing any minute now and though you won’t be there to greet him at the airport, Kylo is fully aware that you’ll be ready and waiting for him at the office - and he cannot fucking wait to have you back in his arms.
It’s immediate, how quickly Kylo’s eyes land on you when the elevator doors part to open up to the expanse of the office space. You’re in the midst of a call but even still, your face lights up and an all too excited smile splits your face from ear to ear. By the time he reaches you, the call has just ended and the receiver is put back into place and by some miracle, he has managed to hold onto his last iota of professionalism.
“Welcome back,” you say breathily, the smile still plastered on your features.
Kylo’s lips twitch and pull into a smile of his own as he nods his head in the direction of the door that leads to his office. “Join me?”
Without hesitation, you nod and step around the desk whilst Kylo pulls his key from his pocket and unlocks the door to his office, ushering you inside before joining you with a soft click of the door closing behind him. With a thud, Kylo drops his bags to the floor in exchange for holding you in his arms when you all but fling yourself in his direction.
“I missed you,” your murmur as your head tips back to look up at him.
Kylo’s hands reach up to frame your face whilst your own have already begun to fumble with the buckle of his belt, pulling the leather free with a metallic jingle. With a satisfied hum, he bends down slightly to press his lips to yours. “How much,” he asks prior to delivering a quick nip to your bottom lip.
He doesn’t stop you as you slip a hand between his stomach and the waistband of his slacks, coarse hair tickling at your palm until you find precisely what you’re looking for. Kylo’s cock is already half-hard, the silken flesh rapidly hardening beneath your grasp as you wrap your fingers around and stroke.
“Knees,” he instructs, his hands now abandoning your face to undo the button and zipper of his trousers.
Pulling your hand from the confines of his pants, you do as you're told and lower down onto the plush rug he had installed in his office for this very purpose. With a quick downward shove, Kylo pushes both his pants and his boxers halfway down his thighs, allowing his cock to momentarily bob free before grasping it in his hand.
“How much,” he asks again, beginning to slowly stroke the length until he’s fully hard in his palm.
He exhales a sigh of satisfaction when your hands lift to press your palms to his thighs and you lean in to deliver kitten licks to the soft skin of his balls which draw upward at the touch. Kylo groans, his free hand finding the back of your head to keep you in place momentarily.
“Thaaaat’s it,” he coos, urging you to continue just a little longer. “That’s my good girl.”
In response, you suck him into your mouth, the lolling your tongue around the roundness that fills the space. Kylo’s fingers tighten against the back of your head as his hand strokes his cock harder, faster.
“Missed you so fuckin’ much, Princess. Mmfff-fuck, that’s it. Keep going. Other one.”
Following his instruction, you lick and suck and tease him closer and closer to the brink. Christ, he’s only been gone three days but it felt like a lifetime and he swears he’s about to cum too quickly for his liking.
“Open.”
You pull back and open your mouth, presenting your tongue for him and—fuck, he could cum just like this: all over your pretty face and chest. But you’re at work and although he could get away with it, he’ll spare you this once. Kylo flops his heavy cock onto your tongue and with a press of his palm to the back of your head, paired with a thrust of his hips, he sinks his cock into the depths of your throat.
As expected, you chock and sputter against him, the hands at his thighs now digging nails into the flesh as your throat contracts around him. He holds you in place, nose pressed against the curls at the base of his cock as he cums with a guttural groan.
God, he’s fucking missed you—missed this.
He’ll show you all the other ways he’s missed you too once he comes down from this high.
“C’mere,” he says once he’s tucked himself away and helps you up off the floor, thumb wicking away any saliva from the corners of your mouth. “I brought you a present.”
Still on the bhb thots, when did Kylo start to get soft on Her? Because while he wasn’t as cold and shitty as Matt he was a little cold in the beginning, but the stories of their life further on shows a more present and nice kylo and I was curious about when it started to change for him.
I think Kylo probably seems like he comes off as cold because he's just very matter-of-fact and to the point, not so much that he's meaning to be cold. Kylo's the kind of person who always has his guard up and so I would say that had a lot to do with his stand-offish behavior in the beginning, but just like with a lot of relationships, once he got to know us and became more comfortable, that's when he really started to loosen up and show a softer side that he doesn't really let anyone else see.
I wouldn't say there was a specific point at which his demeanor softened up, but it was just more of a natural progression over time.
Only now I had time off work so… can we start talking about how much a love the BHB AU? Love how well you guys built the characters, and love every time the AU grows.
For that, I was really curious after reading the Christmas headcanon: how does each of the Gladney boys react when they see Her with the G chocker she got as a gift? Specially knowing it is a dirty little secret of their that she uses it as a collar for them and all of that and no one knows… actually, does any of them make her wear it as a collar? Or am I just projecting my need for more collaring kink fics? Lmao
Thank you! That means so much to all of us to know that you enjoy what we've put out so far. Also, please do not start with the collaring kink. The mere thought of it sends me straight into the stratosphere. Anyways, sorry for holding onto this for so long, I was talking to @leatherboundbirate & @burningdownthedark about this and we had some thoughts...
Short, immediate answer: all of them are constantly bricked up seeing us wear that choker.
As far as the collaring goes: Matt and Kylo are both into collaring, so they're the most likely to use it as such and they do.
More specifically, frat parties are where we're required to wear it. Everyone there knows what the G really stands for and having it on us at all times ensures that none of the other frat bros lay a hand on us, especially when Kylo, Matt or Ben isn't around - which, of course, is rare.
Wearing it to one of Jack's lectures is more of a brat type moment, I would say. Especially seeing how he hungrily tracks us with his gaze as we walk to our seat, knowing full well the desire he's having to reign in until he can finally put his hands all over us in his office.
All of the guys are into us wearing the choker as often as is possible, specifically because in their mind it's almost as good as giving us a ring / marrying us and giving us their last name.
Following in that same vein, seeing us with jewelry that carries their initial is when the boys all start to really think about the long term with us and what that means for everyone.
I’ve missed your Jack Gladney fics! 😭😭 I really liked the new one, and Jack remembering how the triplets would eavesdrop on him when they were little had me mentally picturing three dark haired kids giving him trouble when they were young.
Aww, thank you so much! 🥺🥰 Gladney fam au is my love and passion and there's not a single day that goes by where @direnightshade, @burningdownthedark, and I aren't talking about the guys. World-building is one of my favorite things to do when it comes to writing so I love going back through Jack's and the boys' lives and thinking about the behaviors and actions that have carried on into their personalities today.
The boys definitely gave still give Jack hell though and the man is tired lmao. And this may come as a shock, but Matty is all-natural blonde curls. 😉
Since someone is asking about the fluffy aspects of Gladney fam can you please tell us some small headcanons about how the guys show their love for us? Whether that be physical touch or small, unspoken things they each do to make our day easier? Love you and the boys, bby! 😘❤️
FIRST OF ALL. Let me drop this here because WHAT THE FUCK, MA’AM. My heart. 🥺
Okay, here's my list of fluffy headcanons:
Jack
This man is a conversationalist. And one of his favorite things is to have us seated on his lap whilst he sits in his favorite armchair and listens to us tell him all about our day. He loves to hear us talk, loves to have a conversation about anything and everything with us even if it's a topic he knows nothing about.
He doesn't tell us this, but he is constantly checking in when we're not with him: using the Find My app to make sure we're okay when he hasn't heard from us in a while which is rare, checking in with the boys to make sure they're taking care of us when he can't. Jack's always looking out for us even in the moments we're unaware.
Kylo
Kylo shows a lot of his love through reassurance and praise. He's constantly telling us how proud of us he is and that even on the days we're really struggling with something, whatever that something may be, he lets us know that he recognizes the effort and appreciates it immensely.
He's also a fan of small touches. He considers them to be oddly more intimate, almost like an unspoken language where he can convey so much with something so small. It's a hand on our back at a function to let us know he's checking in and making sure we're okay, a hand on our thigh under a table to claim his stake on us without uttering a word, or a lingering kiss on our forehead to let us know he loves us.
Ben
We know Ben is heavy on physical touch and that's no exception when it comes to showing his love for us. This man is constantly straddling the line between fluff and feral, so he's constantly grabbing our ass, pawing at our thighs, putting his lips anywhere and everywhere. We know all the boys love our body, but Ben really is a worshipper and he's not shy to show us and reinforce that we're beautiful, especially on the days we struggle with body image.
Ben is probably the most outwardly romantic of all the guys, so he does a lot of grand gestures. That's just how Ben is: the bigger, the better in his eyes. There are a lot of surprises where Ben is involved; surprise dates, surprise day trips, surprise stealing us away from his brothers and pissing them off in the process. You name it, he's doing it. We are never short of love when Ben's around.
Matt
You'd think Kylo would be the schedule-oriented one when it comes to us, and sometimes that does ring true, but Matt is always ensuring we're on top of the day's plans. Pills? Vitamins? Whatever we're taking, he's got them lined up and ready along with a glass of water for us when we wake.
I know Matt really comes off as stand-offish to most when it comes to romance, but that's just because he has his own brand of contact. His grabs tend to be a little more possessive, of course: a hand gripping the back of our neck, our waist, our ass or our thigh. But that's just Matt, he's rough around the edges, but at the heart of it all, everything he does is with love.
Matt's a big educator like Jack when it comes to subjects he's passionate about. He doesn't share much with a lot of people, though, but he does share with us. He loves to teach us about botany, about anything STEM even if we aren't fully grasping the subject at hand. Quality time is a big thing with Matt and stealing us away to have alone time with us is one of the ways he can really open up and be himself.
What was Jack’s reaction to finding out about the triplets and you? Will there be a chapter about this?
Sorry this is so late, anon! It's been a hectic few months for the three of us and we haven't been super active here. Thank you for sending in this ask and being patient with our response.
I'm not sure if there will be a full chapter about this down the road-- nothing is impossible but as of right now, we don't have any plans for such a chapter. However, I can give you a brief rundown of how Jack and the boys came to accept this arrangement.
Jack definitely wasn't happy about it. I imagine that he gave the boys an earful; just really reamed them out. He probably even made a few comments about how he didn't care how much bigger the boys are than him now-- they're still not too big for his belt. But he also raised three strong-willed sons who don't back down, so after he calmed down from the initial shock of it, I think Kylo would have been able to talk some reason into Jack.
The boys point out how hypocritical it is for Jack to insist that we don't see anyone other than him, especially considering that he is still married to Linda. They would also make a strong argument about how we deserved to be able to date and have romantic experiences with other partners as well. That since there is clearly some connection and attraction between us, we may as well be able to date the boys. They would be able to keep an eye out for us and take care of us when Jack couldn't be around to do so. We would be able to go public with the boys and wouldn't have to hide our relationships anymore because they would be there to shield us from any blowback while Jack sorts out his own marriage.
Over the weekend, I did a small rewrite/edit of the Trouble’s Coming chapter. This was the first fic I wrote for this au with the triplets and it didn’t quite line up with the world-building and characterizations of the guys that Britt, Britt, and I have since fleshed out since then. I just wanted the fic to better-align with what we have created of this au so I made the edits to reflect that. The smut is pretty much still the same and the majority of the changes are mostly in the dialogue.
I have updated both the AO3 post and the one here on Tumblr, as well as adding an update to the Author’s Notes indicating that there have been changes.
Thanks to everyone who has stuck around for the depravity of this au! 🥰❤️
I uploaded this on AO3 last week, but figured I may as well bring it here. This takes place in the BHB AU way off in the future after Kylo becomes the CEO of his own architecture business.
Please note: This is a personal au developed for myself, @leatherboundbirate and @burningdownthedark, but we are writing it in the style of reader insert. This means that reader may at times take on characteristics of the three of us, so please bear that in mind as you read. If you’d like to filter out these stories, please block the following tags: BHB AU, BHB, & BHB Personal AU
Warnings: Blended Family Dynamic, Power Dynamic, Stepcest, Use of Gendered Pet Name, this is straight up just smut
Word Count: 839
“Come work for me.” The words are spoken slowly, matching the languid rhythm of his hips—a rhythm that has become near unbearable for you to take. He can feel it, how your walls constrict around him, clenching and unclenching in a ceaseless cadence caused by both his words and his touch.
“Kylo…” Your response, your resolve , is weak at best. He’s well aware of the position he’s put you in—pun certainly intended—but he is, if nothing else, consistent in his need to claim victory in all aspects of his life.
Kylo’s fingers drift downward, the pad of the middle digit lightly drawing circles around your already sensitive clit. The touch sends your hips jerking and your cunt squeezes around his cock almost immediately, eliciting a groan from the eldest triplet. “We could have more days like this,” he coos whilst applying slightly more pressure to his touches. “You, bent over my desk or,” he pauses, his hips stuttering slightly as he closes his eyes and attempts in vain to stave off his impending orgasm. “ Fuck , bet you’d look so pretty under my desk with a mouthful of my cock, Princess.”
As the hand at your hip squeezes, fingers digging into the fabric of your outfit, the other works fervent circles against your clit in a desperate bid to drive you over the edge before he can get there himself. Kylo’s thrusts, once deliberate and slow, now speed up into a frenzied, erratic staccato as the two of you race to your impending releases. Your hands scramble for purchase against the desk, crumpling papers in your wake but neither you nor Kylo can bring yourselves to care—that will come later. When you collapse against the desk, legs trembling with the orgasm that rips through you so violently and face pressed against the calendar that covers a majority of the mahogany, Kylo’s hands shift to keep your hips propped up as he continues his relentless movements.
He knows you’re as good as done—too wiped out to think, let alone move—but it does nothing to deter him from his original motivation. “Say yes,” he pants between labored breaths, small tendrils of hair sticking to his dampened forehead.
Kylo’s cock throbs at the sound of the soft moan you emit in response, but still he refuses to let up. “Say it, Princess. Say it and I’ll give you what you want—I’ll fill you up until I’m leaking out of you. Say it.”
Even still, tired and spent as you are, your greedy cunt continues to flutter around his cock—a testament to just how much he affects you in every sense. “Yes,” you manage to murmur, the word one of the sweetest he’s ever heard.
The heavy weight of the desk scrapes against the floor as Kylo gives one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt in your slick warmth and curling his body over your own whilst he comes undone. It feels as if time stretches on to impossible lengths as his cock pulses within you, expelling rope after rope of thick cum within you whilst he puffs hot breaths and low groans against the shell of your ear. His hips give tiny, tentative thrusts and when he finally manages to pull himself upright once more, his cock throbs one final time at the sight of his cum pushing out around the space where the two of you remain joined.
He glides a hand down along your lower back, tracing the curve of your ass prior to delivering a quick slap to the bare skin just as his cock falls free from your glistening pussy. “Come clean me up, sweetheart,” he instructs—voice soft yet commanding all the same.
Slowly, you stand on shaky legs, pulling your panties up to ensure that Kylo’s cum stays where it belongs before turning to face him. His cock twitches with interest when you lower to your knees before him and lift your gaze to assess the mess that coats him. A combination of your slick and Kylo’s cum covers his cock from tip to base, covering it in a thin blanket of white. He watches with rapt attention, lips parting and a hand lifting to push the hair from his face when your tongue darts out to deliver the tiniest kitten lick to the top.
This time, Kylo says nothing. He’s done enough commanding for one day, now choosing to allow you to clean him up any way that you see fit. The large expanse of his hand settles onto the back of your head when you open your mouth to take him in, stopping only when your nose presses into the meticulously trimmed curls that surround the base. Exhaling a shaky breath, Kylo tips his head back and closes his eyes, relishing in the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him, tongue working the underside of his cock.
It’s a dangerous thing, this agreement, but there’s no one else he’d rather have working under him than you.
