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Except he knew that, deep down, I think.
He moaned around me.
I toyed with his earlobe. “That’s better already, isn’t it, pretty boy?”
He moaned again.
“You know what you need to do, sweet baby, is take it much deeper than that, all the way down your throat. The deeper you can take it, the more good my cock will do you.”
He gagged himself.
I made a gurgling noise myself. Fuck, that was good.
“That’s right, just like that,” I said. “This is for you, Paladin, so take your time with it, suck it good and hard and keep nudging the head into your throat. That’ll be real good for you if you do that.”
He came up off my cock, kissing it all over, breathless. “C-can it help with everything?”
“Everything,” I assured him.
“Even that I fucking let them have Clementine? That I was going to leave her here for recon? That I was—”
“Everything.” I thrust into his mouth.
He moaned in relief, sucking me frantically.
We did this after he was raped once, and I told him sucking my cock would make it so he never thought about it when he got hard. I doubted it worked, not really, but it was like a spell or something, some sort of little ritual we did.
And if it could work for him, maybe it could work for me, too.
Maybe if he sucked me hard enough, it would mean I didn’t have to feel guilty about still wanting Clementine even though she probably never wanted to be touched by a man or a werewolf ever again. Maybe when I came in my pretty Paladin’s mouth, it would mean that I was absolvedfor that dirty and awful desire to want to continue, always to continue, to soil her. Maybe it would mean it made sense that I loved her and I wanted to desecrate her. Maybe—
“Your cock is such a good cock,” Paladin crooned.
“Just what you need, baby,” I told him. “A good cock to suck. Suck it nice and hard, sweet boy, you know what to do.”
“Touch myself?” he said, licking a stripe up from the root to the tip of me.
I considered. My instinct was to always give him permission to come, but sometimes he wanted me to punish him by withholding his orgasm, and when I got it wrong, I felt bad. I needed to read his mind. What did he want, actually? Release or denial? “Yes,” I said decisively. Fuck it, I didn’t care if he did want denial. That was bad for him. I would convince him to take his pleasure, too. We were in this together. If he was making me have a fucking orgasm on this day of all days, he was having one, too, damn it. “You need to come to wash it all away. That’ll seal it, Paladin, make you all better. Your balls are all tight, aren’t they? Don’t they need to be emptied out?”
“Fuck yes,” he gasped, scrabbling a hand inside his pants to find himself.
He was much less good at giving a blow job while he was touching himself, but then I figure that’s a universal attribute. It was fine, anyway, because I wanted us to come around the same time.
“That’s just what you need,” I whispered to him. “Rubbing your own cock and feeling mine between your lips. Once it’s done, there’s no more worry or guilt.”
“Fix me with your good cock,” he muttered.
“All fixed,” I said. “Allfixed, sweet boy.”
We came at almost exactly the same time.
lazarus
PALADIN SMELLED LIKEKestrel when he came down to relieve me for the watch.
I rubbed my thumb over his lower lip. “You were busy.”
“I’ll suck you, too, right now,” he said, mischievous, “if you think you won’t be too distracted to watch the doors.” He nodded at the two rooms where we were keeping Red and Griff. They were both locked up in there with their mates, and everything was completely confusing.
