Twisted Protector

Chocolate Attack

(Greyson's POV)

Greyson hissed. He could not help it as the material harshly rubbed his shaft. The eagerness Brady showed made up for the brief pain. Seeing him looking up from under his eyelashes got a small smirk. There was no anger in his eyes, and he knew that was what the little werewolf was searching for. The brown haired man went back to his original task. Grey tilted his head back with a low groan, and his slave had not even touched himself. Nope, all it took was him licking his lips hungrily like he was starving.

The gentle touch at his balls stopped his breathing briefly. It seemed he was going to get teased before Brady took him in his mouth. That just meant both of them were going to enjoy this, and him more than he should. "Brady." He decided to play along by breathlessly saying his name, acting as if he wanted to rush him on. Truth be told, he wanted the drawn-out touches so he could keep having the contact. Grey would gladly take the torture coming his way.

Pressure was built when the light touch turned to squeezing his balls, and light pinches on the sensitive skin between. He braced a hand on the wall as he jerked forward to the kneeled man. Brady looked to him with a little smirk on his plump lips, and it took everything in Greyson not to force his dick into his mouth. Imagining fucking the satisfied look away caused him to groan a little. He would not ruin Brady's fun just to rush his release, though.

"Dammit, Brady." He hissed out when the other male licked his taint quickly, not once or twice, but three times before sucking his ball in harshly. His lowered head allowed him to see what the other did easily enough. The sharp bite to his inner thigh had his fangs drop, wanting to bite back. His restraint still remained, though, even as Brady tested the waters by skirting their unspoken line.

His tongue licked where he put his teeth, chasing a sting away that Greyson had not minded. It had actually felt good, and the precum dripping from his crown showed he was enjoying everything being done.

"Mine." The husky word came from Brady as he stared at Greyson's dick again. That tongue was going to torture him if it did not stop stroking those lips. "That's right, take what you want." He encouraged him gently while still keeping his hands to himself. It was so fucking hard, pun fully intended.

"Hmmm, just like that, baby." Grey voiced his pleasure when Brady licked his tip repeatedly like a lollipop, purposefully putting pressure at the slit each time. To keep himself steady, he braced his legs, his whole body tensing a little from the effort.

Brady finally took his dick into the sweetness of his mouth, although not all the way. The werewolf was trying to bring him to his knees, and Grey saw right through his little act. Sneaky little slave. Both of them were enjoying denying what the other wanted, just so they could keep it going. He would laugh if it didn't feel so fucking good right now.

A hiss escaped him suddenly from shocked pleasure because Brady started hollowing his cheeks in and out. The in and out pressure against his length, and the up and down motion Brady's mouth did was incredible. His breathing deepened as he concentrated on not taking what he wanted.

His hand went down to touch the other's bare shoulder for contact. Brady's dilated eyes stared up at him still, and he had started to stop his sucking. "Just wanted to touch you, pup." He explained himself since Brady thought he was trying to take control.

At least that was his intention until he tried to jerk forward, no longer able to stop the desire to thrust down his throat. Brady's hands suddenly on his hips caused him to stop, and he placed his own hands over the other males. A silent acknowledgment that he had himself under control again. He moaned breathlessly while leaning his head against the wall, his hazel eyes never leaving the younger guy.