HIMBOLICIOUS: Part 2 - Himbo in a Hood
Wells gently took Zane’s hand and led him deeper into the luxurious penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed a breathtaking view of Toronto at night, but Wells only had eyes for the pink-haired himbo still wearing the glossy pink and white pup hood.
“Come here, baby,” Wells said softly, his voice warm but full of heat. He guided Zane over to the large, plush sectional couch in the living room and sat down, pulling Zane to stand between his spread thighs.
Wells looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes, running his hands slowly up Zane’s thighs.
“Fuck… you look incredible like this,” he murmured, clearly mesmerized.
Zane sank down to his knees between Wells’ legs, the glossy pink and white pup hood making him look impossibly cute and filthy at the same time.
He leaned forward and took Wells’ thick cock into his mouth with a soft, eager whimper. He started slow, swirling his tongue around the swollen head before gradually taking more of him in. The pup hood turned every sound he made into sweet, muffled whines and puppy-like murmurs.
Wells let out a deep groan, one hand gently resting on the back of Zane’s hooded head.
“Shit, Zane… the way you look up at me with that hood on,” Wells breathed, voice rough with lust. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now.”
Zane began moving faster, taking Wells deeper with every bob. His soft whimpers vibrated around the thick shaft, making Wells’ thighs tense.
“God, listen to those sounds you’re making,” Wells growled, struggling to stay in control. “My perfect pup… sucking my cock so well.”
The more Zane worshipped him, the more vocal Wells became. His breathing grew heavier, fingers tightening slightly in Zane’s pink hair as he watched the hooded Zane work.
“Fuck… you’re gonna make me lose it if you keep going like that, Zane.”
Wells’ voice was low and strained, his eyes never leaving Zane’s face — completely mesmerized by how perfect he looked in that pink and white pup hood.
Zane’s soft, desperate whimpers filled the penthouse as he worked Wells’ thick cock with messy enthusiasm. Drool ran down his chin from beneath the glossy pup hood, dripping onto Wells’ thighs as he sucked him with pure desperation.
Wells groaned deeply, his head falling back against the couch for a moment before he looked back down. The sight beneath him was almost too much — his pretty pink-haired fashion designet, silenced by the magical hood, eagerly bobbing on his cock like an obedient little pup.
“Fuck, Zane…” Wells growled, his voice thick with lust. “You look so fucking good like this.”
He reached down and gently cradled the back of Zane’s hooded head with one big hand, guiding him but not forcing him. Zane let out a high-pitched, muffled whine around his cock, his eyes watering as he took him even deeper.
Wells’ breathing was getting rougher, his thighs starting to tense.
“Shit… I’m getting close,” he warned, voice low and strained. “I’m gonna cum…”
Zane moaned loudly around him, nodding as much as he could with a cock down his throat, his hands gripping Wells’ muscular thighs tightly.
That was all Wells needed.
With a deep, guttural groan, Wells held Zane’s head in place as he came so hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum into Zane’s mouth. Zane whimpered and whined, struggling to swallow every drop while staying latched onto him.
When Wells finally pulled out, a thin string of cum and saliva connected Zane’s lips to his cock. The pup hood made him look completely debauched — flushed, watery eyes, messy and owned. The hood had worked its magic, Zane was exactly where he wanted to be.
Wells looked down at him with pure satisfaction, gently wiping a streak of cum from Zane’s chin with his thumb.
“Zane,” he murmured softly, voice still rough. “Such a good fucking himbo in a hood for me…”
Stat tuned for Part Three…
