Sai could barely register what hit him before he was face down on the couch with something vaguely dick shaped in his line of vision. He didn't need his glasses to register what is was because despite not owning any of his own, Chaisai wasn't an absolute moron. "Yes, si-ah," he was trying to play nice, but the hand in his hair was enough to make his mind go blank for a moment. This wasn't why he'd grown his hair out, but it was turning into a great excuse to leave it long. "Fuck...yes, sir," Sai managed to breathe out between the smack on his ass and the continued yanking on his hair. Still, Sai chose to listen this time, rolling as gingerly as he could onto his back, tilting his head slightly and opening his mouth. He was all too aware of the hand still holding him and the thinly veiled anger that was coursing through Ike's body.
"There we go." Icarus did not wait to slide into Sai's mouth. He grunted at the heated wetness that enveloped him. This time he was careful to not shove himself too far down for too long. Just quick juts of his hips in and out. It was satisfying, but not enough. Abruptly he let go of Sai and pulled completely away. His muscular frame sat down onto the couch, his own hand slowly stroking his cock. "You're going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop." In this way Icarus could give Sai the control over this particular act without losing his own authority. "Be a good boy and suck."














