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No! No, no, no - Foltest laughs, kissing his cheek like he hadn’t just let go when Roche whined he was going to cum. He was so close, toes curling and Foltest’s pretty face hovering above his like he was going to finally get the kiss he’d been craving. “ Please , Sire-”
“Vernon,” a fingernail scratches over his stomach, making him quiver, “what have I told you?” Shit, shit - fuck he was supposed to think? Think Roche- “I? I’m yours?” That was true, surely that’s what Foltest wants. Yours, take me, just let me cum.
“You are,” Foltest’s fingers comb through his hair, “but that’s not what I want to hear.”
“Sire I don’t- ah!” The fingers in his hair clenched and forced him to bare his throat. Oh. “ Foltest, Foltest.” He pants the name like a prayer. Foltest is always good to him but this isn’t a game they’ve played before. He doesn’t like it.
He likes it too much.
“There’s my good boy.” Foltest leans down to seal his lips on Vernon’s neck until there’s a mark blooming as dark as his eyes. Vernon is his but here, in his bed, that could go both ways. He isn’t Sire when he has Vernon squirming and begging for release, he’s Foltest who has no responsibilities except making sure his boy cums exactly when he wants him to. He wraps his fingers around Vernon’s cock again. How many times could he drive him to the edge? He slides the fingers of his free hand into Vernon’s mouth, groaning as the young man laved at them with his tongue. Vernon jerks his hips and Foltest releases him again, splaying his hand across his hound’s belly to hold him still.
“ Fuck! ” Vernon mouths around his fingers.
He does it twice more until something snaps in his sweet boy and he gnashes his teeth and slams an open palm against the mattress with a harsh noise and a ‘ fuck you ’. He should be offended but Vernon is just so pretty when he has tears of pleasure dripping down his cheeks and a flush all the way down his chest. That doesn’t mean that he’ll let it go entirely.
“Do you need something, Vernon?” He walks his fingers from his cock to his sternum, grinning wide.
“I need to
cum
you fucking- ba-” Vernon sinks his teeth in his lower lip, shaking his head desperately as he switches between needy anger and just
need
“-
Foltest,
please
.”
Foltest stretches out on the bed, wraps his hand that is stained with Vernon’s precum around his own leaking cock and the other gently around Vernon’s throat. He’s still wearing his rings and they are stunning against the pale skin, he can feel Vernon’s throat working as he tries to conjure more words. He presses his thumb against the underside of the head and his lips twitched as Vernon swept his eyes down and down .
Foltest pulled him close for a kiss and took great pleasure in growling out, “ No .”