What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 7: Pet Play- Dorbyn

Summary: " I want you ready when I get home."

Corbyn's POV
He sat on the floor, legs arched into an m with his hands just in front of his knees. The very end of his leash brushing the floor with each swing, hips grinding down into the tile.

Glazed orbs drifted up, a quiet whimper escaping. His Master kneeled slowly before him.

" Don't you look gorgeous?" Deep purrs rumbled in his throat, nuzzling against the hand trailing down his cheek." Where's the remote?"

With a soft scrape, the little device was in his hands. Fingers curling around the tether, bringing him up.

He was pulled to his chest with a gentle tug. Slow, careful hands ghosted over his t-shirt, the smooth fabric brushing his thigh as fingers dipped into his briefs.

His soft noise barely shook the air, small body falling against his. Tight walls wove around the silicone toy, begging Master not to pull it out.

The vibrations increased slowly. Calm blue watching Corbyn melt into his chest, throat shaking with dazed purrs.

" If you can make it through dinner without cumming, I'll reward you. But," Daniel whispered close, hot breath fanning over his face." If you don't, I'm gonna punish you."

Frozen gems moved up, clouds drifting over. His whine was gentle, biting the very inside of his lip, Daniel's warm mouth ghosting over his own.

" Master," Corbyn whimpered quietly. A soft, deep chuckle rumbled in Daniel's chest, brushing their lips together.

" Are you gonna be a good boy for me?"

" Yes, Master."

He moved slowly, pulling his pet along. The little blonde shook with each step, fleshy insides throbbing around his plug.

His leash slapped his belly, his dominate strolling over to their table. Amused eyes looking on as Corbyn stumbled around the kitchen.

His fingertip pressed to the plus sign, loving the way his knees buckled helplessly.

Corbyn barely caught himself, knowing better than to break Master's things.

With it back down to 5, Corbyn sat before him. Moaning to himself as the plug nestled between his cheeks.

The fluttering of glossy orbs responded to Daniel's every words. Corbyn doing everything in his power not to pounce.

A red forehead pressed to pink arms, the toy at 7.

" Head up, Kitten. You know how I feel about that."

" I'm sorry, Master." Swollen lips slurred the words, the back of a hand blocking his streaming drool.

" Come here," Corbyn stood with a soft pat of Daniel's thigh.

Heat radiated from his painted face, fanning obsessively across his neck. Lazy digits ran along his thigh, drawing nonsensical shapes into soft flesh.

They made their way toward his penis. The blonde squirming away with a whimper.

" M-Master, please don't."

" Remember what I told you." Warm fingers traced the few veins of his shaft, thumb nuzzling against the blue plus.

Streaks of saliva stained his neck, heavy groans preventing its cooling.

Now released from its confines, Daniel stroked his cock slow.

" You're so pretty for me, Kitten," the smaller body shuddered, hips rolling into his thigh.

" Such a good boy, aren't you, Baby?" Daniel's fingers grabbed gently at his chin, guiding him to his forehead. The older blonde whimpered, inky black staining frozen seas.

" You're already so wet, I've barely touched you."

Sharp, gapped fangs nipped at his lower lip, smirking as ice-blue rolled back.

Daniel kissed his baby, long and slow. Deep, heavy moans slid down his throat, Corbyn's hot shaft squirming against his palm.

Daniel led the foreign snake into his moist cave. Cheeks closing in, throat sucking down his air. Pulling the intruder down.

Weak, thick streams pumped from his penis, painting Daniel's palm. Corbyn groaning deep in the back of his throat.

Plump lips quirked in a single corner, bottom lip tucking between white teeth.

" Did I say you could cum?"

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