“I think you deserve a treat.”
Lúcio quivers in anticipation, eyes still fixed on Reaper – his gaze adoring and a little wet with unshed tears.
Reaper’s clawed hand cradles his chin, thumb slowly rounding the soft gape of the boy’s open mouth. His jaw had to be hurting already, but he was as obedient as ever. A sweet little pet that was so very eager to please its Master.
Reaper dips his thumb in, rubbing across the soft pad of his tongue.
“You want a treat, don’t you?” he purrs, unendingly amused when Lúcio softly goes “uh huh”, trying so very hard not to close his mouth; his cherry red uvula bouncing with the motion.
“Very well. Such an obedient doll.”
Lúcio nearly goes cross eyed when Reaper pushes the spongy tip of his cock between his plush lips, his tongue cautiously fluttering up against the foreskin – and when Reaper doesn’t reprimand him, just sighs in relief – he starts wriggling the tip beneath the loose skin, lapping at the swelling glans underneath.
Already his goatee is getting sticky with spit but he looks so very happy being allowed to kneel on the floor and suckle his Master’s dick. Reaper doesn’t think he’ll ever give the boy back to those Overwatch goons.
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