With a careful eye, he watched on, captivated by the rugged beauty residing between his strong legs. His tongue darts out over his lips, wettening them in anticipation, his voracious hunger seeping through his composure. And who could blame him, when his man was so devoted to him? So beautiful, plump and stocky—just how Cyrus liked his men to be. During this entire ordeal, he never played favourites; he loved and adored every man as equally as the next one; he knew and understood that his harem was there for him, to stand by his side, to keep him company, to honor their love for him and for one another. That simple rule made things... well, simple. Cyrus, along with the dozen men that had come to live with him at his mansion, had to come to share everything—beds, clothes, meals. Sex and intimacy was the most constant; so it was times like this, when he had some one-to-one action with one of his men, that he could truly make them realise he adored them, and would worship them for the rest of time. Edward was no different, even if Cyrus seldom missed out on some intimate fun with him, mostly due to his work and busy schedule. But alas, it was evident the warlock had a deep, burning need for him, in the way the slit of his cock was producing beads of pre-ejaculate. The shaft throbbed, twitching for some much-needed stimulation. "You need me, hm? Come on then, baby... show me." Cyrus set a sly smirk to his face whilst his hand drew Edward's head in closer towards his groin, his other holding himself directly towards that hot mouth, burying inch after fat inch past the plumped, pinkened lips that were being forced to stretch to their absolute limits. When the bulbous pink head nudged the back of his mouth, eagerly requesting entry into that tight throat, his hand lead Edward back, retracting what he could, plopping his slab of meat free with a popping sound. As soon as Edward had composed, gulped the remnants of spit and pre-juice down his throat, Cyrus repeated the movement, over and over again, using Edward's hot, wet, hungry mouth to fuck his pulsing mass into, using him as a live fleshlight.
"Come on, pretty boy... let me see you use both of those fuckin' hands," he grunted out, abs involuntarily flexing. "Milk that cock, Ed... come on, show me how much you love the taste of my dick. I want to hear all the sounds you cane make." After several more minutes of guiding Edward, setting a rhythm and pace to begin riling the man up, Cyrus then decided to recline back like he was before, sinking down onto his elbows, simply to watch and admire the greed of the djinn. If need be, Cyrus was ready to set his hand back upon his head and guide him, but for the foreseeable future, he wanted to see the man completely and utterly unravel himself. The warlock knew Edward was one of very few men that could actually force that mighty schlong into their throat. Not without choking and gagging, of course, but it was a feat many of the harem could not do; they still needed much practice. "Slow and easy does it, Ed... let's start training that tight little throat of yours, hm?" His left hand resumes its spot, fingers splayed out to get as much traction and grip on the top of the djinn's head. After a few minutes of bobbing his head, warming up his lips and building up that courage, the warlock had dared to push Edward down, delivering words of reassurance, guidance and comfort; "Good boy," "What a pretty boy you are, stuffed with cock," "Mind the teeth, baby... spread those pretty lips wider for me." Anything and everything to deepen their bond and intimacy, their trust and appetite for one another.
When the thick cockhead began to puncture past the limits of Edwards' mouth and into that tight channel, his head tilted back, wincing and groaning at the sudden pressure enveloping his girth. Cyrus' strong grip locked Edward down, despite any gagging and choking he naturally made, but he was still aware of that tapping-out gesture. The very last thing he wanted was to break that trust. Leisurely, he withdrew the man's head back, only leaving the tip to rest on the bed of his tongue, before plunging it back down, spreading apart that tight walls, all slick and smooth. His gaze returned to watch, he wasn't even sure if it was sweat or water from the pool on Edward's face now. He couldn't deny how aroused he was, to see his lovers lips stretched over his monstrous heft, neck bulging with the presence of his length, hands collectively wrapped and holding on for dear life. "FUCK YEAH, BABY..." Cyrus bellowed, letting out a short laugh. "No need to look clean and tidy... I want you to pig out on my fucking cock, my love." Cyrus spoke with a grin plastered to his lips, just as he hauled Edward's face in deeper, holding him there as he began to count. "One Mississippi, two Mississippi..." Even as he struggled, Cyrus locked him in place, grunting through gritted teeth as the tight muscles coiled around his tower like a vice in an attempt to flush out that spectacular intrusion. He dared only to release his grip from the man's head after the eighth count, gazing down with a dark lustful look in his eyes. "That's my boy... you like that fat fucking cock, don't you? Go on, Edward... give it a little kiss." The smirk returned, as did his position, lying back on his elbows, giving his partner a momentary reprieve, until he felt it necessary to take control and guide his lover back down. For now, he watched, to give him a chance to show his worth, to show off how cockdrunk he well and truly was.
