The Master [MxMxM+]

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One of Jet's earrings was currently engulfed in a warm and wet place. Along with the lobe of his ear. The Master's tongue sucked, then let go.

He leaned over him as he pulled off Jet's shirt, sending little sparks tingling up and down his arm as his chest was then covered in quick, rough kisses.

The Master's hands fastened on his biceps and tightened, just before he nipped his shoulder lightly. Slowly, his lips trailed down to stop just below Jet's crotch.

He undid the button on Jet's pants but didn't pull it down. Not the zipper, not the pants. The pressure against the sensitive area sprang Jet's cock to life, causing it to jerk inside his pants, begging to be free.

The Master must have known, but he only got up torturously and calmly devoured Jet with his eyes as he lay sprawled on the bed.

Jet struggled to sit up and almost immediately, the Master pressed his mouth to his. His lips parted and not a second later he felt a tongue collide with his.

The Master pulled away and a hard shaft replaced his tongue, forcing Jet to stretch his lips wider than it was used to being stretched.

A hand attached to the back of Jet's head. The Master didn't move, he only pushed the other man's  head to further take in his cock, leaving Jet no choice but to keep accepting more of him until he was nearly fully buried in his mouth. So very close to the hilt.

He let go of Jet's head, and the latter quickly drew back, muffled coughs around the hard member his mouth was trying to break free from. Jet's eyes were watery by the time he had pulled away, his jaw hurting in the slightest.

The Master cupped himself and pointedly held it out to Jet. He seemed expectant... really expectant.

Jet licked his lips while his eyes locked onto it. Slowly, his tongue reached out to lick the side, roaming over the hard ridges and veiny structure of it where he let his saliva gloss over it.

The Master hissed when he took in the tip, his hand rubbing against Jet's nape gently. He continued to take in more, sucking while stroking it with one hand at the same time.

Jet's second attempt to swallow the cock all the way in was a little more successful. The Master had been blessed with both girth and length no wonder he was so cocky. Pun intended.

It thrilled him to take it all, almost like he wanted to prove that he could do it. This time, the tear nearly slipped from his eye.

"Seems like you needed this," said the Master.

He caused Jet to look up at him while his chest rose and fell between them, cock still in hand. Jet licked his bottom lip. "Shut up," he replied.

He shoved the cock back into his mouth. The Master let out a deep groan that caused weird flutters in Jet's chest. He didn't stop, nor did he pause. Up until the Master gripped his hair. "You can touch yourself," he said.

Jet reached down quickly to grope himself, only to find out that he was already rock hard, a wet patch at the front of his pants.

It scared Jet when it struck him, the fact that he waited and didn't touch himself at all before the Master said so. No way. Why the fuck had he waited?