Not a One Night Stand [boyxboy BDSM]

31. Spoiled, Little Prince

Maddox's POV:

Seeing Destery was, quite frankly, the absolute last thing I would've expected. But there he was, on his knees in front of me, with my dick down his throat.

I bit my lip to suppress my moan. We'd changed the bet so that the first one of us to moan would have to do whatever kinky shit the other guy wanted.

Instead of moaning, I placed my hand on the back of his head and entangled my fingers through his blonde hair. I tightened my grip as he ran his tongue up the underside of my length, against the large vein. Subconsciously, I forced his head down further, not realizing I'd done so until he pulled away, gagging, "Maddox!" He coughed, "What was that for?"

I bit my lip at the loss, almost groaning in frustration. I, nonetheless, looked down at him only to realize there were tears in his eyes. I hated seeing him like that, especially because of how fragile our relationship was. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking," I said hurriedly, all the while leaning down and hooking my hands under his armpits like I would do to a small child so that I could pull him up onto my lap.

"It's okay," he chuckled slightly and then wrapped his arms around my neck. "Would it be terribly impulsive if I just said we throw this bet away and you do me hard? And when I mean hard, I mean hard. You have no idea how long I've craved you, how many times I've masturbated to the thought of you, while you were gone."

Immediately, an image of Des jerking himself off with a pile of plush pillows beneath him came to my mind. As soon as I imagined him moaning my name, I moaned out loud. He bursted out laughing at the sound I made and I immediately snapped out of my trance, "What? What's so funny?"

"I honestly didn't think you'd fall for my trick, but you moaned first. Therefore, you're the loser and I win!" He bounced playfully and childlike up and down on my lap, causing me to growl and grab his hips to stop him.

"So what will it be, my spoiled babe?" I cocked my head to the side and he paused to think before answering.

"I want you to buy an outfit for me," he said simply.

"An outfit?" I questioned, "What kind of outfit?"

"A playtime outfit, Daddy!" He began to bounce up and down on my hips again, and that's when I couldn't take it anymore.

I flipped him over onto the bed and pinned him down, "Cut the crap, Des. What are you talking about?"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Isn't it obvious? I want you to buy me a kinky outfit that I can wear for you. Any outfit that suits your liking. After you get it, well... you'll see. It's a surprise."

"You sound very much like a sub again, and not my boyfriend," I raised my eyebrows at him and got off of him.

"Well, I guess we are back to that then. Especially since neither of us agreed we're dating again. Besides, I'd rather not label us that considering you are leaving me in a couple weeks," Des laid back and sprawled his body out on the bed, "Would you like me to come with you, or are you going to get what you need and come back soon?"

I glanced back over at Des and saw that he was allowing his hands to travel up and down across his body, obviously teasing me. I assumed if he stayed here, he'd probably jack off and be out of the mood when I got back, "Nope, up you go. You're going to help me choose the sluttiest outfit we can get for you." I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, practically dragging him out the door.

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We went to a store downtown that sold outfits for 'playtime.' Mainly, there were only older and newly married couples searching through the racks. I assumed they were looking for things for their honeymoon.