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iamthecomet · 10 months

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Hmmm, thoughts on Dew cockwarming Rain while he's in chastity?

YUP. I definitely have THOUGHTS.

Dew's trying to be good. Trying not to dig his nails to hard into his own thighs. Trying not to whine. Trying to breathe normally, stay steady. He's trying. But it hurts. He aches everywhere. His knees. His jaw. His cock. His head is resting against Rain's thigh. The dark denim rugh beneath Dew's cheek. Rain's hand scratches idly between Dew's horns. As Dew tries to keep his jaw lax, his tongue still.

There's drool dripping down his chin, his throat, pooling in the hollow of his clavicle. They've been like this long enough that Rain's only half hard against Dew's tongue.

Rain rubs his thumb over the base of Dew's horn. Dew holes back a whine as his cock twitches feebly against the bars of its cage. Trying valiantly to harden. There isn't any blood left in Dew's brain but he doesn't know where it is. He just knows he can't think. He's gone fuzzy. His brain is quiet. Filled only with insistent needs he can't fulfill. He wants so badly to move. To touch himself. To make Rain cum. To be allowed to cum himself. But Rain couldn't be paying less attention to him. The hand stroking through his hair feels automatic, not intentional. Rain's eyes are glued to the common room television. There's some documentary on deep ocean life on. Dew tried to listen in the beginning--Rain told him to. But he's since tuned it out, background noise to his own stuttering breath. Rain shifting drags him back to the surface, lidded eyes darting up to look at Rain as the hand in his hair stills, and Rain shifts forward, head tipping down to look at Dew. "How did you like the movie, Dew?" Dew realizes, a little too late that the documentary is over. There's silence behind him. He looks up at Rain, his mouth is full, and he doesn't dare back off without instruction. So he just nods. "Tell me something you learned," Rain prompts. Dew whines, and Rain tightens his grip on Dew's hair and pulls him off of his cock. "You weren't paying attention. That means we have to watch it again." Dew jolts, eyes refocus on Rain's face. Something like panic slices through the haze he's in. Rain must see it all over his face because he laughs softly. Slipping off of the couch to kneel between Dew's spread knees. Reaching down to cup Dew's caged cock in his palm. "You can be good for just a little longer, can't you? You can take it." "Rainy, I don't know, please," Dew babbles, voice tipping higher, cheeks flushing. "But it looks so pretty like this. Tiny," Rain drags a nail down the length of the cage, the blunt edge catching on Dew's cock, making him twitch, and whine. Hips canting toward stimulation even though it doesn't get him anywhere. "I'm not done admiring it yet." It. Not Dew. The objectification makes Dew wince. His flush deepens, spreads down his throat to his chest. Rain presses through the bars of the cage to ghost his fingers over the soft sticky head of Dew's cock. "Does it hurt?" Rain asks. Dew nods. "Y-yeah. Please, Rainy. Please you gotta--" "I gotta?" Rain raises an eyebrow, and Dew realizes his mistake a second too late. He shakes his head. "No. No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean---I just--hurts--Rainy. I want--" "It's not about what you want." Rain takes his hand away, and pushes himself back up onto the couch. He drags Dew's head back into his crotch. He's fully hard now, shiny at the head with spit and precum. Rain drags the sticky tip over Dew's cheek before he presses it against his lips. Dew swallows, then opens his mouth again. Jaw sore. Eyes watering. Rain pulls Dew down onto his cock, the head of it bumping against the back of his throat. He sinks back into it with ease, tasting the heady musk of Rain's pre. The weight of his cock on his tongue. Despite the pain, despite the desperate ache in his groin, he could do this all night. He wants to. With his free hand, Rain reaches for the remote. Dew hears the documentary start over. He sags against Rain's leg again. "Stay still and listen," Rain orders. "If you're good this time I'll let you suck me off." Dew wants to ask about the cage, about his aching balls. But he doesn't have to, Rain reads the desperation in the furrowed line of his brow with ease. "Oh Firefly, don't worry. The cage isn't coming off until morning." Dew swallows hard around Rain's pulsing cock, and sobs.

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