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Originally posted on Twitter Oct 20, 2022.
Inspiration: Link (SFW)
Summary: JahadBam (NSFW)
Lazy and relaxed, Jahad sat slumped on his throne, his wrist gently swirling the red liquid in the glass he held by the rim, dangling over the side of the armrest. He watched his pet shift around with frustrated huffs and muted whines escaping his pretty little mouth. He was squeezing the thigh he was straddling, trying to keep his balance and ignore the heat between his legs.
Their eyes met, and golden eyes silently pleaded for attention. Jahad only wanted one thing right now. “I’m enjoying my drink.”
"You don't even have to touch me," protested Bam. "Just let me ride your cock. Let me do all the work. Please." Sweat rolled down his brow, lingering on his chin and falling as he jerked his hips forward, desperation rattling in his eyes as he sought approval for something, anything. He wasn't allowed to touch himself but desperation always shone a light on loopholes: There was no rule against frotting. But he understood now that perhaps this was more torture than relief. He was painfully hard under the thin fabric of his sheer robes, and starting to feel manic as nothing he did helped abate the roiling fire in his groin. Jahad watched him, finger tapping against his half-full glass, regarding him with a frustrating amount of patience. "There is an order to things, boy. I will not change them just because you like to whine." Bam's hands shook as he dug his nails into the muscular flesh underneath him. Tears brimmed his eyes as he curved his back, a salacious moan escaping as he tried to entice the king. "Please, Jahad, I am not asking. I am begging. At least let me touch myself—something, anything, it hurts so much." He was gasping by the end, words barely coming out, his face wet and body trembling. And Jahad smiled, raising his glass to his lips, eyes sweeping up and down at the mess of a boy over his leg. "No. I find that I like this show much more."
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Jahad pressed down on the boy’s back, his splayed fingers almost covering the expanse of sun-kissed skin and quivering muscles. There was a groan in response.
“Stop. You’re not helping.”
Jahad smirked, pushing further until the grumblings were muffled by the silk sheets beneath them. “You will take me one way or another, Viole.” He pulled on Viole’s hips and tried rearranging him again, but resting his hard cock over his cheeks seemed to highlight how impossibly small the boy was in comparison.
Still.
Jahad reached down to grab a fistful of hair and yanked. Viole moaned, and he felt the boy’s hole flutter against the head of his cock as he lined up again. “No more excuses. Open up to me.”
A shiver ran through Viole and he felt the body go pliant at the command. The words slurred out. “Yes, sir. As you wish.”