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The stutter of his breath alone sent shivers down your spine. Seeing him so close to the edge and knowing without a doubt, you would not let him cum.
Not just yet.
The rise and fall of his perfect pectorals, beaded with slick sweat, sung a sweet serenade all the way down to your awaiting core.
Not just yet.
Pristine linens be damned you were sure that he would be a glorious feast no matter how filthy it got.
Give it to him?
Not Just Yet.
Your fingers raked rouge trails down that ample chest, catching on pert nipples begging for rest. His back arches into your touch and your wicked smile sets against heated skin.
Just a little bit more…
“Namjoonie.” You whisper with mischievous intent. Sparkling eyes wander to you. His bottom lip is trapped between pearled teeth and your smile grows wider before a pointed tongue snakes out to catch that lonely bead of sweat sliding between each pectoral. His biceps strain against the pretty red ribbon you intricately tied to the bed frame. There was no getting out of this unless he begged nicely.
And you couldn’t wait to see it…
Teeth grazed against goose pebbled skin and a sharp intake of breath was intoxicating. He smelled of man, all musk and refined forest. Yet...he wasn’t a man. Not in the earthly sense. An angel that had fallen from heaven and under your ministrations as punishment. The best kind of sin in your opinion. A guttural groan rolls from the depths of his chest and breaks off in his throat when you bite down just a touch past too hard.
“Fu--Please? Mistress, Please?” Namjoon whimpers in high octave, music to your ears. You aren’t done yet though, the magic word hasn’t been said. No matter how hard he presses his pathetically swollen cock into your soft belly, you will not let him cum.
“Where are your manners? We do not curse here.” You chastise, slapping a firm hand against the inside of his thigh once you’ve sat up. A red print already leaves its mark and Namjoon’s head is swimming. Bordering on euphoria as he murmurs a thank you, Mistress, for the correction.
Prolong it further then.
You sigh in mild disappointment, feeling his cock twitch against your exposed thigh. You look down at the poor thing, throbbing and drooling the most delicious dessert you had ever tasted: Honey Cum. The bulbous tip flushes near purple with the need for release. A purple ring rests at the base, holding him firmly in a vice grip. In the dull light, you flex your fingers and aim at the tip bubbling with precum. A sharp yelp sounds within the quiet stillness of the room. You softly flicked at it, watching Namjoon’s abdominal muscles flex violently. His legs, however, remained still. He closed his eyes, moaning your name once more.
“Mistress, again…” He pleaded, fingers grasping at the red ribbon on the golden frame. His skin emitted an opaque, silver glow the more he let go of reality.
“Oh? You want me to touch you again?” You ask, the tip of your nail digging into the slit of his wet cock. Diamond tears pricked the edges of his lashes as he whimpered softly, body flushing underneath that glow, a rosy red work of art.
“Like this, Namjoon-ah?” You shuffle your weight down his thighs, sitting just above the knees, and lower your face just above his erect cock. Hot air seeps from your lips and he is writhing, hips bucking up to meet your mouth. You catch the tip with precision, tongue flicking along the swollen glans. He cries out a curse that you dutifully ignore in favor of lapping up the honey goodness that you had deprived yourself of for much too long. He bottoms out into the back of your throat and you remain unmoving. An unwavering determination to have him suffer just a little bit longer.
“God--Please!” He shouts, raising prayers to the heavens seeking guidance where no one would hear him. You swallow instinctively from the tickle of his cock grazing the back of your throat and it only leaves him sobbing--the silver glow burning brighter.
How long has it been?
An hour?
More?
Time stands still when you are in the presence of an Angel. Even more so when that Angel is pliant to your every move. Your lips drag up his pulsing shaft painfully slow. The tip, steadily oozing with a decidedly thicker dessert than before. You lap at it for a few moments before dragging your tongue away to tease at his sac, pulled rather tight against his body.
“Do you deserve to cum, Namjoonie?” You ask between soft pecks to his inner thigh, leaving a rouge lipstick trail to his left hip bone. “Do you think you’ve earned it?”
“I’ve been g-good, Mistress. I’ll be good.” His jaw goes slack, pooling with saliva when a stray finger scrapes along the sensitive skin between balls and fluttering, pink hole. Sucking what precum has spurted from his cock, you swish in your mouth before spitting on that lone finger. You trace a circular pattern along his rim, watching star-crossed eyes dilate from arousal. You had him, hook, line, and sinker. His full submission on glorious display--something that he would never willingly give to anyone else but you.
“My precious baby boy.” You sigh contentedly, swiftly removing the purple ring from his shaft. In one solid movement, your finger inches into his hole as your hot mouth slides down his shaft. He cums instantly, backing arching off of the bed. His breathing is ragged as he babbles nonsense and his toes curl in appreciation each time your tongue flicks along that pulsing vein. You lift your mouth off, using one finger to wipe a dribble of cum from your lips.
“I’m so proud of you...did so good for me.” You praise, swirling the inserted finger against his prostate. Another stream of cum lands on chiseled muscles and you launch your mouth against it. Not a drop wasted, as promised.
“Be a good boy and let me ride your cock next, hmmm?”