kinktober 2024

11 | oral | calji

"Deeper, General Jiyan," Calcharo groans, fisting a hand into Jiyan's teal hair. "I know you can take me deeper."

Jiyan gags as Calcharo shoves his dick further into his mouth. The General was never really good at oral sex, unable to suppress his very active gag reflex and cover his sharp teeth. He's used to people just fucking him (or asking him to fuck them— half dragon and all that jazz), but Calcharo's favorite way to get off is sticking his dick where Jiyan doesn't think it belongs.

Calcharo enjoys it sloppy and wet, fucking into Jiyan's throat with reckless abandon. He tugs at Jiyan's hair to fuck as deep as he can, forcing Jiyan to gag loudly. He distantly wonders if his men can bear him, because it's not like the tent is sound proof and Calcharo isn't exactly keen on letting Jiyan be quiet. The general digs his sharp nails into Calcharo's hips, trying to get him to slow down, I can't take it anymore, but the man doesn't seem to care. Like, at all. If anything the nails digging into his thighs spur his movements on even further.

"That's it, General. Choke on it." He grunts. His balls slap against Jiyan's chin but Jiyan finds himself not even caring about the slight humiliation it brings. The barest hints of praise that Calcharo gives him is enough to make him want to take the cock further into his throat.

Calcharo hisses, "Watch your teeth. If you bite my dick off, I'll kill you."

Jiyan moans, trying to cover his teeth with his lips. Spit drips everywhere, running down his chin as he stares up at Calcharo with tears in his eyes. The man thrusts harder and the tears finally fall, going down his face and making him look even more pathetic than he did before.

"You cryin'?" Jiyan hears Calcharo ask. He's too dizzy with the lack of air to even signal any sort of response, so he just cries harder. "Oh, Jiyan," and Jiyan thinks this is the first time that Calcharo has ever said his name. No titles, nothing. Just Jiyan. "You're so cute like this, crying from just a little throat fucking."

'A little throat fucking.' Jiyan wants to roll his eyes so badly but he can't (they're permanently glued to Calcharo's face, watching the way his lips contort when he moans). Calcharo's dick isn't exactly small, and Jiyan quite literally gags on his own toothbrush. Regardless, he stays still so that Calcharo can bully his throat even more.

"I'm close, Jiyan," there he goes, giving Jiyan butterflies with the way his name rolls off his lips. "You're gonna swallow it all for me this time, right?"

Jiyan is known to cough violently every time Calcharo tries to come in his mouth. But Jiyan really wants to be good, so he nods as best he can with his mouth full. "Mm.."

And the vibrations of him trying to give his assent is really what does it for Calcharo, shooting ropes of cum directly down Jiyan's throat. The general gags, nails dragging down his thighs. Calcharo moans at the contact, slowly coming down from his high.

Jiyan does swallow everything, though, even if it is just to cleanse his throat. As soon as Calcharo pulls out, he's heaving and coughing all over the floor of his tent. He knows his men can hear him, they probably know what went on in his tent tonight, but he can't bring himself to care when he feels a large palm rubbing his back. Calcharo doesn't say anything, just offers comfort while Jiyan coughs up a lung. The butterflies fly around rampantly when the hand lingers even after the coughing stops.

"I told you, I don't like oral.." Jiyan mumbles, still slightly irritated.

"You did well, Jiyan," Calcharo responds. "You'll do even better next time."

This guy is already thinking of a next time? Jiyan flops back against his sheets with a tired sigh.

Calcharo ends up spending the night so they can try again tomorrow.