Puck’s eyes flicked over his shoulder, giving Fenris a good look at his face since sinking to his hands and knees. Fenris tried not to look too shaken, despite his breath hitching over his lips, the tightening of his fingers over the leather belt. As a Dom, he always had to look in complete control - of himself, his pet, the situation entirely, and in most situations, it was easy to remain detached, impassive. But the incredible look that Puck wore right now, eyes half lidded in seduction and submission, angry flesh of his perfect ass coated in Fenris’ spit…
Fenris leaned over, grabbed Puck roughly by the jaw and pulled him into a kiss - a deep, bruising, smashing their lips together so that nothing existed between them, not even air. Fenris tasted Puck, swallowed him, indulged in every bit of his essence that he could run his tongue across.
”You are too lovely… pet. Oh so sweet and good for me.”
He released Puck from his mouth, took his arms and tied them behind his back with the Ace’s own leather belt. And then, he flipped Puck over with practiced ease, so that he were face to face with the Heart’s Ace and his hand was running down his chest, his abs, his thighs, unobstructed and unresisted, feeling every inch of smooth skin. And he kissed Puck again while he did this, for a moment that felt suspended in time as he drowned in the sweet taste of Puck’s lips.
Fenris drew back, his lips replaced with his fingers as they brushed Puck’s soft, flush mouth, begging for entry.
Puck would have sworn that he could feel Fenris’s gaze on his body, the heat of it almost tangible along his skin. Or maybe that was the flush of his own blood as it pulsed just under his skin, thrumming through him in ways that made him dizzy. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Fenris at that moment, needing to see him at all costs. Because he needed that link, that lifeline to reality. Otherwise he was a little bit worried that he might just end up falling into this never ending pit that he felt like he was on the edge of.
He normally clung to the control that he had cultivated in his life. The power that he held in his hands was immense but that also meant it could weigh heavily on his mind and soul. Which meant that he was honestly so glad in moments like this, when he could let it all go and trust in someone else. And who better to trust in than Fenris? The man always caught him when he fell. Even now he was sure of it as he whimpered softly.
Puck shifted, trying to press closer to Fenris as the man leaned towards him. He wanted that closeness, a needy whimper escaping as his eyes fluttered closed. Even that rough grip on his jaw only hap his lips parting on a little gasp that was swallowed in the kiss. It was an all consuming kiss that stole his breath and felt like it reached for his very soul. A soul he was more than happy to give up to Fenris on a silver platter honestly. For what use did he have for a soul? Very little and if it would please Fenris he would do it.
He was left flush cheeked and panting, eyes a little glazed over with pleasure as he met Fenris’s gaze. A ragged whimper dragged out of him at such words. ”Of course sir! Always for you.” Fuck him but the way that Fenris spoke! It was enough to make him want to beg, though it hardly seemed as if he needed to do that. Yet he would have had Fenris even looked as if he desired it.
He didn’t resist Fenris’s hold, shifting to better balance on his knees while his arms were draggbed behind him. The feeling of them bound behind him was strangely freeing for something that imposed an inability to move freely upon his body. And his head dropped forward slightly as he shifted his arms, testing the bonds out of habit rather than a desire to break free from it.
Of course he was hardly allowed a moment to do so before he was flipped onto his back. He gave a startled cry as much from the sudden movement as the way it arched and pressed his body against the table turned stage he was on. He groaned and squirmed, blinking up at Fenris as he felt those large stronge hands running over his body. His breathing hitched and caught in his throat, exhaled quickly a moment later on a moan as he pressed up into the kiss.
This entire situation had his cock hard and aching for attention but at the same time he wanted this moment to drag on forever. He never wanted to exist outside this moment with Fenris. Already his lips were parting under those fingers but it was Fenris’s words that had his tongue darting out to lick over them before he wrapped his lips around Fenris’s fingers and sucked as he was told to.
Posted 01-03-2023, 07:32 PM
This post was last modified: 01-03-2023, 07:32 PM by Fenris Siskakos
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