something vastly underrated and incredibly intimate about kissing. And with Malcolm there was an added feeling of warmth and security. With Malcolm, he felt safe, protected, for the first time in his life.
Malcolm kissed his jaw to his ear, his tongue wetting the shell even as the other members of the Society gathered around them, hemming them in together, watching them perform. Perhaps it bothered Malcolm. It didn’t bother Devon too much. Before he’d modeled, he’d sold himself to strangers, sometimes more than one at a time. And before that, he’d danced in the downtown leather clubs and in Times Square peepshows. Onlookers had bought or else stolen away every bit of his shame, his dignity, and his self-worth.
But then he reconsidered his situation. He liked the girls, the courtesans, the Society. He didn’t mind them watching. They were his friends now, his family. He minded even less that his job tonight was to bring Malcolm pleasure, to let Malcolm pleasure him for their entertainment.
He untangled himself and slid to his knees before Malcolm’s chair. He boldly undid Malcolm’s trousers with learned, dexterous fingers. He was fucking incredible, the biggest Devon had ever seen outside of professional porn. And hard. Like velvet over steel—which, in some ways, was just like Malcolm himself.
He licked the sweet length of Malcolm’s cock, all nine inches of him, then guided the swollen, meaty head into his mouth. There was no human way to deep throat him, but Devon did his best, taking most of him before he began to choke.
Malcolm grunted and tangled his fingers in Devon’s hair and guided him up and down his shaft. Then he bucked once, sharply, and Devon neatly swallowed him down. When he started to choke, Malcolm eased himself out of Devon’s mouth and let him lick and nibble the head until his saliva had frothed up. Devon dug his tongue into the little slit until Malcolm’s cock wept for him. Then Devon lovingly licked up the pearly drops of his gentleman’s pre-cum.
“Oh pet,” Malcolm said, and they were the sweetest words Devon had ever heard. He looked up into Malcolm’s soft but stormy grey eyes, his plain but strangely endearing face. Malcolm used both hands to seize him by the face and guide him up until he was straddling his gentleman’s lap once more, Malcolm’s incredible erection sandwiched between them. “You are so fucking perfect. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve waited for.”
“Such nonsense, gov,” Devon complained drolly, then closed his eyes in bliss when Malcolm jerked his chin up and fiercely attacked his throat with his lips and teeth. He sucked Devon’s Adam’s apple deep inside his mouth, drew circles over his skin with his tongue until Devon mewled in pleasure. “Christ, please fuck me already…you’re such a fucking tease.”
“Such a dirty mouth. I may have to punish you one day.”
Devon looked at him, wondering if he was being serious or not. Then it dawned on him that Malcolm was exploring his limits, trying to discover what he was comfortable with. “Yeah, gov, you may want to do that one day,” Devon answered as his hands moved slickly over Malcolm’s cock, which was stabbing him in the belly like a sword. “Just not with a belt,” he answered in an intimate little whisper meant only for Malcolm’s ears. “My dad hit me with a belt.”
“I’ll remember that, sweetheart,” he said, and started working Devon’s shirt open under his tuxedo jacket. Between the two of them, they got the rest of Devon’s suit off him so he was sitting naked in Malcolm’s lap. Malcolm licked and kissed the pulse in Devon’s throat. He took each of Devon’s nipples in his mouth and sucked hard until Devon hissed between his teeth and his fingernails all but pierced Malcolm’s back in anticipation.
“Jesus H. Christ. Bloody hurry up.”
“You know you’re terribly impatient,” Malcolm complained against his lips. “I may have to
Malcolm kissed his jaw to his ear, his tongue wetting the shell even as the other members of the Society gathered around them, hemming them in together, watching them perform. Perhaps it bothered Malcolm. It didn’t bother Devon too much. Before he’d modeled, he’d sold himself to strangers, sometimes more than one at a time. And before that, he’d danced in the downtown leather clubs and in Times Square peepshows. Onlookers had bought or else stolen away every bit of his shame, his dignity, and his self-worth.
But then he reconsidered his situation. He liked the girls, the courtesans, the Society. He didn’t mind them watching. They were his friends now, his family. He minded even less that his job tonight was to bring Malcolm pleasure, to let Malcolm pleasure him for their entertainment.
He untangled himself and slid to his knees before Malcolm’s chair. He boldly undid Malcolm’s trousers with learned, dexterous fingers. He was fucking incredible, the biggest Devon had ever seen outside of professional porn. And hard. Like velvet over steel—which, in some ways, was just like Malcolm himself.
He licked the sweet length of Malcolm’s cock, all nine inches of him, then guided the swollen, meaty head into his mouth. There was no human way to deep throat him, but Devon did his best, taking most of him before he began to choke.
Malcolm grunted and tangled his fingers in Devon’s hair and guided him up and down his shaft. Then he bucked once, sharply, and Devon neatly swallowed him down. When he started to choke, Malcolm eased himself out of Devon’s mouth and let him lick and nibble the head until his saliva had frothed up. Devon dug his tongue into the little slit until Malcolm’s cock wept for him. Then Devon lovingly licked up the pearly drops of his gentleman’s pre-cum.
“Oh pet,” Malcolm said, and they were the sweetest words Devon had ever heard. He looked up into Malcolm’s soft but stormy grey eyes, his plain but strangely endearing face. Malcolm used both hands to seize him by the face and guide him up until he was straddling his gentleman’s lap once more, Malcolm’s incredible erection sandwiched between them. “You are so fucking perfect. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve waited for.”
“Such nonsense, gov,” Devon complained drolly, then closed his eyes in bliss when Malcolm jerked his chin up and fiercely attacked his throat with his lips and teeth. He sucked Devon’s Adam’s apple deep inside his mouth, drew circles over his skin with his tongue until Devon mewled in pleasure. “Christ, please fuck me already…you’re such a fucking tease.”
“Such a dirty mouth. I may have to punish you one day.”
Devon looked at him, wondering if he was being serious or not. Then it dawned on him that Malcolm was exploring his limits, trying to discover what he was comfortable with. “Yeah, gov, you may want to do that one day,” Devon answered as his hands moved slickly over Malcolm’s cock, which was stabbing him in the belly like a sword. “Just not with a belt,” he answered in an intimate little whisper meant only for Malcolm’s ears. “My dad hit me with a belt.”
“I’ll remember that, sweetheart,” he said, and started working Devon’s shirt open under his tuxedo jacket. Between the two of them, they got the rest of Devon’s suit off him so he was sitting naked in Malcolm’s lap. Malcolm licked and kissed the pulse in Devon’s throat. He took each of Devon’s nipples in his mouth and sucked hard until Devon hissed between his teeth and his fingernails all but pierced Malcolm’s back in anticipation.
“Jesus H. Christ. Bloody hurry up.”
“You know you’re terribly impatient,” Malcolm complained against his lips. “I may have to
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