The writer and the Delinquent - Boyxboy

Fourth.

Hello, robot boy Sora here, this is a continuation of the first two chapters, in other words it's got some adult content in it, so you have been warned.

Also they have a daddy kink, i might stick with it but maybe not.

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The delinquent's POV

I've never felt like this. This guy is making me feel so good and its kind of scary.

I know i put myself into this situation, dug my own grave, but i never knew he would react like this. And i actually really fucking love it.

His voice is so sexy, so deep, when he moans in my ear I can't help but moan too.

His hands feel so smooth on my skin. His lips are so good when they're on mine, on my body. He makes me feel strange, act strange. I think i actually have fallen for him, forget the act, i like this guy, more that i think i know.

He looks up at me, his beautiful eyes staring into mine, leaving me flustered. His finger sneaks under the hem of my underwear, where my erection is hidden, and slides them down teasingly slow, causing an inpatient whine to escape my lips. (Who thought I was so needy?)

He smirks, and in a flurry, lifts my legs and rips my underwear off. Not literally, but it was so fast I nearly didn't comprehend it.

I gasp as cold air is blown onto my now free dick that is completely covered in precum. The sight is, to me, very embarrassing having myself naked, out in the open, vulnerable. But to him, it's like he's looking at a Christmas present and just can not wait to open it up.

He leans down moving close to my dick, precum dripping down onto my stomach.

He's so close I can feel his breath collide with the wet surface, causing me to shiver intensely.

I just want him to touch me already! As much as i fucking love all this teasing, its all too much. I just want him inside me!

Finally, he reaches for my dick, holding it in his hand. My breath hitched at the contact and i couldn't stop panting in anticipation.

He is actually touching me, after so fucking long. I can't help but whimper thinking about what he could do to me. Does he have a kink? Will he strap me up, hurt me, abuse me? Im not too into pain, but i do love being praised. Maybe i have a daddy kink? Does he? Whether he has a kink or not, it doesn't bother me.

He leans up to whisper in my ear, hand still on my dick, doing nothing but holding it, with the occasional squeeze.

"Is this what you want?" He asks, his breath sending shivers down my spine as it hits my neck. "Tell me, do you want this? Do you want me?" His dominance is turning me on, i can't help but to comply.

I stutter out my reply, "Y-yes. I want you to touch me, p-please. Touch me!" I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, grinding my hips up into his hand, moaning at the friction.

I see him shudder and sigh, his free hand grabbing onto my hip and squeezing, as if saying i did a good job.

I feel a wave of pride wash over me as I was able to make him react like that just because of a few words.

Suddenly, his hand responds to my request and starts moving.

He buries his head in the crook of my neck, his breath making me shudder, his hand making me moan and squirm, my breath fastening and making little gasps escape from my lips.