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"That's a good boy," Naomi coos as Simeon's needy gasps fill the entire room, the reflection of his face twisted in pleasure through the full-length mirror, "You're taking me so well."
He cannot answer between each thrust from behind that feels as if it is stealing his breath over and over again. He feels so dirty getting pleasure from his partner in such a manner and enjoying every moment of it.
"Simeon, I gave you a compliment." They pull out of him almost completely before pushing back into him with a single stroke and listening as his voice breaks.
"Th-thank you-u."
"So good. My good boy. You deserve a reward, don't you think?" They smile at him, wrapping their arms around him and running their palms over his abdomen, just barely missing stroking the base of his twitching cock, "What would you like?"
" Touch me ." He wanted to cum so badly, but they had refused to touch him and give him the release he so desperately craved. Now their hand was so close to his aching cock and all he wanted was for them to abuse his hardness until he spilled over.
"Hmmm? Is that all?" They slowly, deliberately trailed their fingers across his skin, just barely tickling him and making him drip more than he already had been.
" Please ," he begs, "Please, touch me. I wanna cum so bad. Make me cum."
"Oh, Simeon," they lean forward, laying kisses to the back of his neck, "I would never make you do anything." They finally wrap their hand around his length and grip him tightly, "If you want it, you're going to have to do it yourself."
He didn't understand why Naomi insisted on embarrassing him like this, but he also couldn't be bothered to care at the moment. He finally had some kind of relief and he was going to take it. His hips jerked forward haphazardly as he rutted into their closed hand, keening at how tightly they held onto him.
Naomi on the other hand, was more focused on his reflection. If they didn’t know any better, they would think his mind was literally anywhere but here. His eyes had glazed over and his mouth hung open as he tried to get himself off. It was almost a perfect expression. Almost. There was one thing that could make it better.
They watched Simeon carefully, tracking how his hips rolled forward and back so they could time everything correctly, leaning their freehand against his hip to steady him once they were ready. They let him do everything for himself for a while before deciding to surprise him. As he was in the process of pulling himself back, they dug their nails into his side and bucked forward to bury themselves deep inside of him.
His cries were almost as beautiful as the look on his face as his eyes rolled back in his head and his tongue fell out of his mouth, “That’s toooooo much!”
“Don’t complain.” They said as they began to pump his cock, feeling how it tightened and twitched as his orgasm finally drew near, “You like it, Simeon.” They couldn’t help but laugh at him, “You like it enough to make this shameless face.”
Of course he could see what he looked like in the mirror, and it was anything but him. Despite everything, he never would have thought of himself in this way and he certainly never would have thought someone else could reduce him to such a state, “I-”
They cut him off before he could even think of beginning that statement, “Now, finish being a good boy for me and cum.”
That command was the last push he needed to finally let go completely. His cock twitched once more before shooting out a stream of hot white across the mirror in front of him, making it look as though he had just defiled another version of him. All the while, Naomi continued to stroke him through his orgasm, making sure everything inside of him was let out.
They spread kisses across every inch of flesh they could reach as they finished him off, “So good. My pretty boy. You did so well.”
He was exhausted from how long he had been edged and how powerful his release had been, but Naomi wasn’t done with him. They leaned him back against their chest, giving a lazy test thrust into him as they did so. Simeon whimpered in their lap, obviously not ready to be brought to his peak again.
All Naomi could do was kiss the side of his face, “Sorry, Babe. I still haven’t gotten my turn yet. Just put up with it for a little bit, okay?”
The only answer he could manage was a ragged moan as he felt them push up into him again, forcing him to feel more pleasure than he was ready for and prepared to do anything they said if they would just continue.