Left, Right

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Nigga, the fuck are you doing?

Symere's confusment was... understandable. He'd promised never to get mad at his baby boy outside the bedroom, but he was teasing his whole damn crowd. His audience had been taking it rather well, cheering him on and seemingly ignoring Symere's bewildered face as he watched his stunt.

Carti knew what he was doing, and how mad Symere was going to be at him. That didn't stop him from continuing, of course. The disc-jockey had noticed the situation and cut You Was Right for Wokeuplikethis* and the crowd exploded again. Jordan returned to where Uzi was standing and pressed his ass to his crotch. The stadium collectively cheered even louder if that was possible.

Well, he'd be lying if he didn't admit that he was falling into Jordan's thirst trap rather quickly. He made sure to whisper a quick I'll kill you. jokingly into his ear as he shook his ass to the utmost thrill of the crowd. He responded by giggling and whispering back "Spank me right here then! I want them to see how we fuu-uuck!"

Symere complied with the strange request. He bit his lip and brought his hand across Carti's rear, smacking him with all of his force.. He moaned and mewled out whatever profanity he could spit out at the moment.. He was just about to open his mouth again to tease him when he heard thunder. Loud. The music was cut out almost immediately and the people in the crowd began to evacuate. Great. His concert was over. Jordan must have read his mind because he fired back with

"This gives you an excuse to fuck me right here!"

Symere couldn't believe what his baby boy was trying to pull. "Get your fucking ass back you before I hit your guts like a pumpkin."

"Oh noooo-ooo, I'm so scared!" Even Carti knew how desperate he sounded but he simply laughed it off.

He was basically done with his shit, pulling him behind the stage door and into the empty room, spare for a few chairs. "Open. You've been such a fucking brat and trees aren't the only thing blowing in this weather." Jordan gasped but complied, reaching up to unzip Sy's pants.

"Did I tell you to touch me?" Symere flicks his hands away from his crotch with a grin. "I'll do it myself." He unzipped his pants and took out his surprisingly hard cock and didn't hesitate to shove it in Carti's throat.

Jordan worked to please the cock in his throat, letting out gasping moans that sent waves of pleasure up to its receiver. His eyes filled with tears but Symere only started to rock his hips steadily into his mouth.

It didn't take long for Jordan to become uncomfortably hard himself but he almost didn't realize how worked up he'd become until he was writhing on his knees with his own orgasm while he was still blowing Symere.

"Good baby. Did that feel amazing?" Symere cooed into his ear, suddenly stopping his hip thrusts to bring Carti's head down on him and enjoy his own orgasm. "God, you're so fucking good at this."

Carti couldn't do much but nod and refasten Symere's pants back up, but deep inside he truly loved being his bratty boytoy. Nothing had changed.