Big Dogs Bite Harder
Shameless oral under the cut.
The door clicked shut behind them as they barreled into the cramped space. Mop handles clattered against the wall and dust floated through the stale air. Skott could hardly see, his shades only hindering him further in the dark closet. But despite that, Caelus’ eyes seemed to glow. They were like twin suns illuminating the room, and they were fixed on Skott.
Calloused hands drifted along his hip bones. They were rough from countless missions across the galaxy and millions of battles fought. They were a reminder that the man before him was stronger than Skott could ever be. But he loved Skott anyway.
He wiped his sweaty palms on his dress pants. A breathy whimper escaped his throat as Caelus finally reached his zipper.
“Is.. is this okay? I don’t know how you–”
“Rough,” Skott huffed. “I want it rough.”
There was a pause. A pause long enough that Skott started to worry that he’d made things weird. But then Caelus shoved him against the wall, causing the mops to clatter again. Skott made a sound as his back thumped against the wall that caused Caelus to groan.
“Did you just fucking bark?” the Trailblazer asked, his lips getting dangerously close to Skott’s throat. He could probably feel Skott’s pulse fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. Skott swallowed heavily as his face burned.
“I-I.. I didn’t mean.. You didn’t hear that, brat!”
His sputtering only seemed to rile Caelus up more. He bit down on the junction between Skott’s shoulder and throat, leaving a red mark. He soothed it over with his tongue as Skott’s scent grew heavier.
“Bark for me,” the Nameless murmured.
“Wh.. what?”
Caelus repeated himself, his voice a little firmer. “I said bark, puppy.”
He hesitated, but another bite to his throat spurred him on. He barked roughly, panting and howling as loud as he could without drawing the attention of his coworkers. He felt Caelus unzipping his pants to free his hard-on. Skott’s cock was throbbing with need as the alpha continued to tease.
“Good boy,” Caelus whispered in his ear, hand sliding up to the knot of his shaft. Skott’s hips bucked at the feeling as another weak bark left his lips. At this point he was making the noise more out of personal enjoyment rather than being ordered to.
The breath fanning his ear suddenly disappeared. Caelus was lowering himself to his knees before Skott. He pushed the IPC worker’s pants down a little further. Saliva dribbled from his lips, lubricating Skott’s cock. The entire time, he never once took his eyes off Skott’s face.
“Your eyes…” Skott whispered, melting against the wall as Caelus started to lick from his tip to his knot. “They glow.”
“Stellaron shit,” Caelus whispered back. The conversation stopped there. Partially because Skott didn’t want to pry into painful memories, but also because Caelus was working his whole mouth around his dick.
Skott yelped like a corgi that just had its paw stepped on. His hands shook before finding purchase in Caelus’ gray hair. Each tug of the messy strands made the Trailblazer moan with delight.
“Who’s the brat now?” Caelus mumbled around the cock in his mouth.
“Me,” Skott whimpered, trying not to squirm.
When Caelus’ tongue swirled around his base, Skott nearly came on the spot. The feeling was unlike anything he’d felt in his life. Lightning buzzed in his veins as his yellow eyes rolled back. His chest heaved with ragged pants as he struggled to contain his screams.
“Please.. Please, Alpha..”
Caelus growled in acknowledgement.
“I.. feels so good.. Please let me.. Let me cum.”
The sight almost made Caelus laugh. The great Lyndon Skott Jr. was begging for permission to cum in a storage closet. He pulled back just enough to form proper words, his voice an authoritative bark.
“Not yet. Wait.”
Skott whined childishly, but gave his alpha a nod. “M’a good boy..”
Caelus kept plowing against Skott’s crotch. The IPC specialist was so deep in his throat he nearly gagged. Skott could feel Caelus’ throat flexing around his member through the haze of pleasure clouding his senses. Caelus had his own dick in hand, quickly working himself in tandem with the motions of his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, his eyes found Skott’s once more.
“You can cum now, puppy.”
For once in his career, Skott didn’t need to be told twice. He unloaded into Caelus’ mouth, years of pent up tension just melting out of his bones. When Caelus got up and kissed him, his lips were slick and salty.
“Thank you,” Skott breathed, his shades now askew on his face. They were tilted just enough to reveal his own golden eyes.
Caelus hummed, nuzzling his throat. “My turn.”