As though Nat belonged to him.
Nat blushed; the camera went off again.
“Now,” Duke murmured. “Let’s not waste all this effort.”
He slid his hand all the way down, cupping Nat between his legs.
Nat squeaked. The phone camera clicked.
“Someday, I might have a professional photographer take proper pictures of you spread open,” Duke murmured.
“But why would you need pictures of me, when I can be there to, um, service you?” Nat’s face felt like it would burn forever.
Duke ducked his head and closed his lips lightly over the shell of Nat’s ear, mouthing down to his earlobe. Then he pressed his lips to the side of Nat’s neck, and sucked.
Nat’s breath rushed out; his cock shot precum all over the inside of his underwear. Except Duke didn’t stop there; he licked Nat’s skin and raked his teeth lightly over it, before giving Nat a slow suck that went between his legs.
Nat was squirming and panting when Duke finally released him, the skin on his neck throbbing with Duke’s lovebite.
“You might not be immediately available all the time,” Duke said quietly, nudging Nat back to the desk. Instead of stopping where a visitor might sit, Duke brought Nat to his own place behind the desk.
He bent Nat over, reached around, and unbuttoned Nat’s pants. Then he grasped Nat’s pants and underwear and slid them down, leaving them scrunched around his shins.
“Beautiful,” Duke growled, stepping back.
There was only the picture window behind Nat, and the open sky witnessing how naked he felt. Nat whimpered, his hole drenched.
Duke took a picture of him. He came closer and took another photo. Then he grasped Nat’s asscheek and spread him, taking a close-up of his hole.
“You’re so damn wet for me,” Duke whispered, setting his phone down. He leaned in, parted Nat’s cheeks like a book, and licked a long line up his crack.
Nat gasped, his hole squeezing emptily.
“Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” Nat was ashamed to admit.
Duke licked him again. Then he pushed his thick, inhuman tongue into Nat, swirling it around inside. Nat shuddered; his cock was so hard, it hurt.
Duke was suddenly covering Nat with his body, the sound of his zipper loud between them.
Nat expected the thick tip between his cheeks, the way it found his hole and pushed in hungrily. Duke sank every last inch into him, a sudden big presence that made his eyes roll back.
“You feel perfect around me,” Duke panted in his ear. “So pretty, all dressed up like that. Such a tease with your pants down.”
Duke stretched Nat in the best of ways, each thrust grinding against Nat’s sensitive spot.
“I’m going to ruin my clothes,” Nat whimpered. His cock was shoved up against his belly, precum squirting all over the smooth, expensive fabric of his vest.
“So ruin it.” Duke huffed. “It was made to be ruined.”
And he held Nat down, pushing his cock into Nat over and over, making a space for himself in Nat’s body. Nat shuddered and came, his thighs shaking with pleasure.
“Open your legs for me,” Duke panted.
“I can’t open them wider,” Nat gasped. “Stuck.”
“I s’pose that’s good enough.” Duke pushed inside and held still, so Nat was forced to feel just how big he was. Nat moaned and clawed at the desk.
