-Elias Grayson:
Aurelian didn't move his eyes away from mine after I asked him to keep his eyes on me, so obedient. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the underside as he bobbed his head.
The vibrations from his whimpers, the tears running down his cheeks, the saliva dripping from his chin, the wet mess on his crotch, all this sent jolts up my spine, and I couldn't resist grinding deeper, hitting the back of his throat until tears—gods, more tears—welled behind his mask.
"Fuck, you're good at this. All that arrogance hiding a deep-throating expert? Keep going—milk my cock with that slutty mouth." Pre-cum leaked steadily, and he swallowed around me, greedy for every drop, his big cock straining painfully against his pants.
But I wasn't done teasing. Tugging his roughly, his mouth let go of my dick with a pop, strings of spit connecting us, I hauled him up by the hair and spun him around, slamming him face-first against the wall.
