What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 26: Massage Chair- Jarbyn

Summary: Corbyn really wants to sit in Daddy's massage chair. He isn't allowed too, but he has his ways

Corbyn's POV
" Daddy, I wanna sit," Corbyn leaned over the recliner, pout burying into soft faux blonde, plush locks muffling his whine.

" You know my rule, Kitten. You can sit anywhere you want, but not in Daddy's chair." Chocolate brown drifting lazily over the paperwork held in his fingers. Tone patient despite the well known rule.

" But Daddy," he came around slowly, fingers tracing one of the sofa's rippling stitches," can't you make an exception? You always make exceptions for me," index tucking under his chin, lifting his head. Muddy pools glided over his outfit, Corbyn tucking his lip between his fangs.

His gaze starting at the cute little ears atop his head. Gradually moving south, tracing the intricate patterns weaved by black lace. The tight leotard leaving nothing to the imagination, hugging each soft curve. A sleek, ebony tail resting against the back of his legs, a snow-white patch covering only the very end.

" I have work to do, Princess," the protest spoken weakly. Barely tilting his head to allow sweet kisses to trail down from the corner of his mouth.

" It can wait. I know it can," the paper easily plucked from his hands and sat carefully on the coffee table. The gentle weight of the much younger boy pressing him into the cushions. Continuing his slow journey," besides, you look stressed. I don't like it when my Daddy's stressed."

Warm palms dragged over rough fabric, taking hold of pale hips. Head ducking to meet perfect lips.

" Fine, but it has to be quick, okay? I really do need to work," moist breath fanning over his mouth, kissing his Baby long and slow.

Loving hands pressed to his pecs, pinning him gently to the leather couch. Pulling away to nibble at pale skin, taking special care not to leave a mark," just relax, okay? You always take care of me. Now it's my turn."

Digits trailed blindly over smooth leather, setting the chair to medium. Moving to undo his button after. Rising to his knees, tugging the pants off with Jack's help.

Corbyn slid off his lap, spreading his knees apart. Nestling between Daddy's legs.

Pale digits enclosed his shaft, hold firm, but teasing. Taking the tip betwixt his lips, suckling much like the cat he was dressed as.

The air rumbled with his low groan. Fingers hiding between strands of silky blonde, not quite tugging.

The soft skin of Corbyn's palm dragged over the taut flesh of his penis. Taking more and more into his moist cavern. Purring as the swelling tip nuzzled the back of his throat, swallowing the last of him.

The bob of his head steady, tongue pressing flush to the underside. Teeth tracing pulsing veins carefully. Adoring the larger's low noises, the encouraging push of his hand.

Corbyn's head sank, chin and neck snuggled against the trembling sofa. Jack moaned out, gripping frosty locks.

Saliva gathered beneath his tongue, Jack's penis bathing in the rippling fluid.

" Fuck, Kitten~", skilled fingers gripped softly at firm testicles. Gradually pulling away, working only the engorged head. Strong hips jerking forward, the older holding him in place.

Corbyn allowed the penis to fall from his lips. Pouting up at him," Daddy, no. You're supposed to relax."

Jack's chest bounced, low chuckle passing by parted lip. Fingers ghosting over the pink flesh of Corbyn's cheek. The smaller nuzzling into the warmth of his palm.

" Princess, no more mouth, do you understand me?"

" Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry," plump lips pressed softly to his inner hand, hiding against it.

" Come up here," Corbyn climbed up. The chair rumbling against his skin, purr shaking his throat," you wanna go for a ride, Baby?"

" Please, Daddy," the buttons of his leotard separating with a quiet snap, the flaps flying up, slapping his belly. Milky hips rolled down, slick cock sliding between plump cheeks. Corbyn rocking against him.

Jack met him for a kiss, Corbyn guiding the head to his anus. Dropping once it nuzzled the hot muscles.

" Daddy won't last much longer, Kitten," glassy orbs fluttering, Corbyn rising and falling at a leisurely pace.

" Can we cuddle here after?" The words dripping with sweet innocence, maintaining a slow rhythm.

" You've been so good for me. Promise to stay quiet while I work and you can." Jack led his movements, forcing him to speed up.

Corbyn grinned bright, frozen blue shining," I promise, Daddy."

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Author's Note: I didn't post yesterday, sorry. I just didn't have time, got a new phone though. It's the galaxy S10e because I hate the screens of all the newer galaxys and I can't stand Apple. Anyway, I don't plan to miss anymore days, October is almost over. I'll see you guys tomorrow!