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When Killian spread his arms, Nael smiled shyly and threw himself into his embrace.
It might have been a learned behavior, but the adorable coyness was endearing.
His bare body squirmed, the sensation of skin against skin incomparable to silk.
Even the cock hanging below his navel was soft and delicate—enough to make his own body seem brutish in comparison.
A soft touch brushed against Nael’s neck.
“Master?”
Now fully nude, he was draped only in a lavish lace apron.
The ribbon at the waist was tied snugly, holding the apron in place.
The pink lace suited his pale skin beautifully.
Nael’s cheeks flushed as he tugged at the apron, pulling it down slightly—as if embarrassed by the glimpse of his cock’s tip peeking past the precarious boundary.
His entire body burned.
The apron was far too small for him, leaving his nipples exposed and the tip of his cock barely concealed.
His body twisted instinctively.
Killian curled a finger in a circular motion.
Understanding the silent command, Nael took a sharp breath.
Even though this was a frequent demand, it felt more humiliating than being fully naked.
He turned slightly, presenting his plump, shapely buttocks.
A fingernail grazed the back of his neck.
The well-manicured nail traced a line, and Nael shuddered.
“Master.”
He gripped the apron tightly with both hands.
“Open your mouth.”
A finger suddenly slipped into his tight hole.
It was just a finger, yet his legs trembled, strength draining from them.
When his knees buckled, a sharp smack landed on his buttocks.
The strike was so fierce that his plump flesh quivered violently.
Nael sucked on Killian’s fingers in his mouth as if savoring them.
Slurp, slurp.
At first, Killian’s fingers remained still, but then, at some point, they pressed deeper.
His tongue was pinned down, his throat opening reflexively.
Saliva he couldn’t swallow dripped from his lips, trickling down Killian’s fingers.
“Nghh…”
“Your throat’s so clingy. Did I spoil you too much last time with my cock?”
Nael jerked his head back as Killian’s fingers pushed against his uvula.
“Ghk—! Cough, cough!”
Rough coughs burst out. His throat stung, tears welling up from the strain.
Drool spilled down his chin, staining his apron.
As his body shuddered, his hardening cock twitched in response.
Just from sucking a finger, his erection stood stiff.
“Hhng—!”
Killian grabbed his hair, yanking his head up, forcing his gaze to meet his.
In an instant, Killian’s lips crashed against his, hungrily lapping up the saliva on his chin before shoving his thick tongue into the gasping space between Nael’s lips.
Nael’s mouth was small—so small that when they kissed, it looked like Killian was devouring him.
He rubbed their lips together roughly, as if trying to swallow them whole.
Even as Nael whimpered, “Nngh—! Hah…!”, Killian only swallowed the sounds greedily.
“Hah… ngh… mmph!”
Nael’s face flushed from suffocation, but Killian only pulled him closer, sealing their lips again.
When Killian finally pulled away, a thick strand of mixed saliva stretched between them before snapping.
“Hah… let me… breathe—!”
But Killian sucked his lips back in, even dragging his tongue between them, as if determined to pull it out.
Watching Nael weakly pound his chest with tiny fists, Killian smirked.
“You think you can break free? Should I hand you a knife?”
“Hah… I-I wouldn’t… dare…”
“Dressed like this, you could pass for a woman.”
His lips were tinted a delicate shade, like a lady’s, and his nipples stood stiff under Killian’s teasing fingers.
“Your ass is plump as any girl’s, and that greedy hole clenches so sweetly around my cock.”
“Th-That’s not… I’m not—”
“Right, you’re a man.”
Killian flicked Nael’s straining cock, barely hidden behind the lacy apron.
It twitched, precum oozing stickily.
“Even your cock looks like candy.”
Killian chuckled darkly.
“I wonder if it tastes like strawberries.”
“D-Don’t eat it…!”
Thinking he meant it literally, Nael cupped himself protectively.
“Good. Stay like that.”
The sight of him, hands clasped over his lace-covered crotch, was obscene—like he was begging to be fucked.
The thought of pounding into him, watching him writhe and beg, sent a thrill through Killian’s chest.
His very own enchanting doll.
Maybe he should lock him in a glass case.
Or a gilded cage.
Killian’s rough palm slid down his spine.
“Hah…!”
“Hold onto your cock. If you let go, I’ll really bite it off. Might even chew it up—bet it’d burst with juice.”
“N-No… you can’t…!”
Two fingers pried apart his clenched cheeks.
The saliva-slicked digits had dried by now.
“Ngh—!”
The thought of being stretched dry made his hole clench instinctively.
But Killian’s fingers circled leisurely, as if counting each wrinkle, and Nael’s hips jerked.
“You want to suck cock?”
“Hah…”
Nael fidgeted, toes curling as he gripped himself.
Heat pooled between his cheeks, his muscles tensing.
A soft scoff brushed over his scalp—Killian’s breath, mocking.
“Ah—!”
A fingertip speared into his tight entrance like a skewer.
His body jolted like prey caught in a trap.
Ohh…
His hole slowly, inevitably swallowed the finger.
He should relax, but… too late.
The dry stretch burned.
His breath came in short gasps, matching the rhythm of Killian’s thrusting finger.
“Nngh…!”
“It’s not even as big or long as my cock, yet you love it this much?”
“Ahh… Master…”
“Tch. Pathetic.”
Killian clicked his tongue as he caught Nael, whose legs had nearly given out.
He pulled Nael against his body, fingers digging into his hips, unable to stop kneading the pliant flesh beneath his touch.
The delicate membrane he brushed against with his fingertips was addicting—he couldn’t resist rubbing it raw.
“Ah… ngh…”
The tender flesh burned as if scorched, making Nael squirm, but the moment Killian’s fingers threatened to slip out, he yanked Nael closer, leaving no escape.
The hand that had been gripping his cock let go, now only clutching Killian’s shirt.
Burying his face against Killian’s chest, he listened to the rapid heartbeat as the stimulation between his legs grew unbearable.
He ground his cock against Killian’s body.
“Shaking your cock for your master…”
“Hah… Master… Not—not your fingers…”
Drowning in lust, Nael looked up at Killian with a thoroughly undone expression.
Even as he was forced, he welcomed it, already craving the familiar pleasure.
“Say it with your mouth.”
“Ngh—!”
The fingers inside him suddenly withdrew.
Ah!
A cold draft rushed into the gaping hole, now stretched wide enough for a single finger.
Killian waved his slicked fingers in front of Nael’s face.
“Soaked already. See how sticky you are?”
When he pressed and spread his fingers apart, thick strands of fluid stretched between them like spider silk.
Nael’s nape stiffened—that had come from inside him?
A loud gulp echoed in his throat as saliva pooled in his mouth.
Had Killian heard?
He stole a glance, but Killian only smirked, drawing out his hesitation.
He chewed on his tongue, desperate to say something seductive, but his mind was sluggish, words floating uselessly in his head.
Still, if he had to…
“I want… Master’s cock in my ass…”
“……”
Nael dropped to his knees, fumbling until his hands found Killian’s left thigh.
The thick length strained against his underwear, jutting heavily to the side—just as Nael had expected.
It bulged obscenely, like a serpent coiled in fabric.
Tracing his fingertips over the clothed shape, he fluttered his lashes and looked up.
Killian snorted, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
Nael was irresistible like this—back arched, pert cock standing stiff, hips swaying.
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