(male titles used for Damien’s genitals)
Robert is a needy puppy; while Betsy snores in front of the fireplace, all fours in the air, her Master is trying so very desperately to get his Master’s attention.
He’s whining, crawling further between Damien’s thighs, nosing at the crotch of his shorts and sniffing at them.
Damien clucks his tongue in reprimand; tilts his book to the side and glances at his puppy from above his glasses.
“Well behaved dogs don’t do that,” he murmurs, but can’t help scratching beneath Robert’s chin. He knows he is too lenient to properly train his pup, but Robert is looking too good on his knees, a pretty bloodred collar around his dark throat.
His eyes are heavy lidded; sensual despite the fact that they clearly stem from sleeplessness.
“I want to finish the chapter,” he tells him sternly, but Robert whines and turns his head, licking against his palm, and… well. Damien has always been weak for puppies.
He sighs and opens his legs farther; laughs breathlessly when he can barely manage to tug the leg of his shorts to the side far enough to expose himself. Robert is there with hot, needy breaths, nosing against the back of his hand and with his tongue already out and lapping.
He is sloppy, drooling liberally, but a hand in his hair, gently tugging at the roots, has him groaning and dropping fast.
He is a messy boy; but a good one. He sucks cock like he’s been born to do it; pouty lips warm and pliable around Damien’s dick; tongue so very cheeky as it flicks against the underside, then cradles it; swollen and plump while Robert looks up at him with adoring, dark eyes.
He whines, and shakes his hips, the perky tail attached to his plug wagging through the air; causing vibrations that make him groan deep in his chest.
“You’re a happy puppy, aren’t you?” Damien sighs, fucking against Robert’s eager tongue; pulling him close with two fists of hair to force his mouth against his cock; make him pay special attention to the needy swell of it.
“Never gonna let you go back to the pound.” His eyes flutter closed behind his glasses, head tilting back, hips fucking up against his puppy’s mouth. “You’re such a sweet boy. So well trained. Your previous owner didn’t know how to treat you right, hmm?”
Robert whines again; a little whimpery and nervous, and when Damien glances down at him, there’s a steep fold between his eyebrows.
“Oh don’t look like that, baby. I know just what my puppy needs when he feels needy…” He rubs a hand across Robert’s dark, freckled back, then tips his chin up with the other hand. His mouth is sticky and wet. A messy boy.
“Go and fetch my harness, puppy. Then I’m going to mount you like you need.”
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