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“Easy now, pretty boy.” Grisham hissed, stilling his hips flush against Corbeau’s skin, cock as deep inside him as it went. “We don’t want you to cum too early now, do we?”
Corbeau’s eyes rolled back, his nails scratching at Grisham’s shoulders, mind completely blank of anything other than the dick fitting so nicely inside him. He tried to rock his hips, to get any little bit of friction that he could, but Grisham pinned his hips down.
Corbeau whined a protest, the kind of thing that he’d never allow anyone to hear, but he didn’t care now.
“Grish, Grish, please-”
“Sorry baby, not yet.” Grisham placed a kiss against his temple, deceptively gentle. “You asked me to not let you cum until you cried, love. So that’s what we’re going to do.”
He whimpered, actually whimpered, still trying to rock his hips even under Grisham’s steely grasp to no avail.
“Please!” Corbeau all but cried, tangling his fingers in Grisham’s hair and pulling him closer. “Please, please, please, Grish, I need it so bad. Please.”
“I’m so sorry, love. Begging won’t cut it, you need to cry.”
Much to his lover’s protests, Grisham waited long enough to be sure that his orgasm was no longer close before he began thrusting again, sneaking a hand between them to pump Corbeau’s cock at the same rhythm.
The moan that came out of his mouth was obscene, nearly screaming Grisham’s name, eyes rolling back in pure bliss as he pulled him closer and crashed their lips together in a messy kiss.
Corbeau moaned like a whore against his lips, so needy and desperate like he’d never get to have this again. His fingers tightened in Grisham’s hair, pulling hard enough that it’d likely be sore up until the next day, but Grisham didn’t mind one bit, not with how the man under him, the one who held so much power over the city, who was usually nothing but ruthless and intimidating, was coming apart and melting in his touch.
“Grish, ah- please, please- so close, please-”
He stopped, hips stilling mid thrust and hand moving off Corbeau’s cock.
“Grisham!” Corbeau almost growled, frustration written all over his features. Golden eyes half lidded and hazy, filled with so much lust it almost made him feel bad for all the edging.
“No, no, baby. You made a request, I’m going to fulfill it.” He leaned closer, nibbling at Corbeau’s earlobe. “Until you cry.”
“Grish…” Corbeau moaned, his face was an embarrassing shade of red by now, eyes hazy and unfocused with lust. Grisham pushed away a few strands of the hair that had stuck to his forehead, rejoicing at the way Corbeau leaned into the touch like his life depended on it.
“I know, baby. I know.” Grisham fought back a little smile, enjoying a bit too much how he squirmed for any friction against the cock inside him. “You need it so bad, I know.”
“Please-” Corbeau gasped, biting his lip to hold back a pathetic little sob. “Grisham, please.”
Grisham relented just a little, giving him the smallest half-thrust. Corbeau threw his head back, a few more sobs escaping him.
No tears yet, though.
“I can’t-” He opened his eyes, golden and beautifully desperate. “I need it, I need it, please,”
“You need what, baby? Use your words.”
Grisham leaned closer, sinking his cock even deeper inside Corbeau. He whimpered, arms winding themselves tightly around Grisham’s shoulders.
“I need to cum, please.” Corbeau whined, eyes finally getting a little glossy.
“You can, you just need to cry first.” Grisham gave him another half thrust, watching the way his eyes closed and a strangled moan slipped even as he bit his lip again. “Come on, I believe in you.”
He punctuated it with another thrust, a little harsher this time. Corbeau cried out a moan, a tiny little tear finally slipping out of the corner of his eye.
“There you are.” Grisham cooed, hips slapping against his ass as he started with a slow pace. “Now a little more, come on. You can do it.”
He leaned down to kiss away the tear, stilling his hips as he did so. Corbeau whined again, the glossiness in his eyes making him look soft in a way that no one else would ever get to see. It made something proud and almost possessive curl inside Grisham’s chest.
“Please-” Corbeau blinked, a few more tears slipping from his eyes. “I’ve been good.”
“You have. So good, honey.” Grisham praised, hips returning to their pace, his hand once again wrapping around Corbeau’s erection. “I knew you could do it. I’m so proud of you.”
Corbeau closed his eyes, letting his head fall back with a silent gasp as Grisham began pumping his cock. He was crying more openly now, a few dewy lines streaking down his cheeks where tears had fallen. Grisham kissed his hair, hips picking up speed as he focused entirely on Corbeau’s pleasure, on guiding him to his orgasm without much care for whether he’d get there himself or not.
Corbeau’s nails dug into the flesh of his back, hissing a breath as his eyes rolled back. His cock twitched a few times on Grisham’s hand before his climax reached and spilled over him, a whined moan slipping past his lips as he came.
Grisham kissed the corner of his eye, loving the salty taste of Corbeau’s tears a bit too much. He trailed a few kisses down his face, the pace of his hips faltering a little as he felt his own high nearing.
He reached down to bite Corbeau’s neck just as it crashed over him, muffling a moan against his lover’s skin. He felt Corbeau’s fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him even closer.
His mind went blank for a moment, unable to think of anything other than the searing pleasure pulsing through him. Grisham grabbed a fistful of the sheets, biting down harder on the side of Corbeau’s neck as he rode out his high.
Grisham crashed on top of him, and Corbeau pulled him in for a kiss, slow and needy at the same time. After they parted, both struggling to catch their breath for a moment, Corbeau wrapped his arms around Grisham again, hiding his face on the crook of his neck, crying a little against his skin.
Grisham ran his fingers over his lover’s scalp comfortingly, holding him close and peppering a few kisses wherever he could reach.
“It’s alright honey,” He whispered, as softly as he could. “you did so well for me. I love you so much.”
Corbeau sniffled, nodding a little. They stayed in silence for a few more moments until Corbeau spoke up again, voice small and vulnerable.
“...thank you.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“But I do.” Corbeau continued, nuzzling against Grisham’s neck. “This was really good, I… I needed that a lot. To let everything out, so thank you.”
He pulled back a little, eyes low and face still flushed. Grisham almost wanted to laugh at how this is what got him embarrassed, but instead he leaned closer to press a few kisses over his face, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.
“I’m here for you. That’s what boyfriends are for.”