Jongdae whimpers, those dirty promises sending blood straight to his groin. The dildo thrusts into him faster and faster, hitting his prostate with amazing accuracy. “Harder daddy, harder…” he manages to choke out, hips banging into the desk. “That would leave marks later,” Jongdae muses absently, before the thought flees his mind as Yixing bites down into his neck, drawing blood. He opens his mouth to scream, screw exposure, but the rather large dildo suddenly choking his mouth indicates otherwise.
“Mmm...even if I enjoy your screams, kitten, I do not,” Yixing grips Jongdae’s hips tightly and lowers his mouth towards Jongdae's bottom, “want to be interrupted now. Let’s save those beautiful sounds for later, shall we?” His tongue flicks out, lapping at the skin of Jongdae’s puckered entrance, poking slightly into the opening before withdrawing. He traces his darling's rim with the tip of his tongue, causing Jongdae to groan in protest, before shoving his tongue even deeper inside. Swirling his sinful tongue to catch some of the leaking essence, he tastes a mixture of himself and Jongdae. Yixing smirks.
“Will you behave now, kitten?” he asks thoughtfully, almost politely in fact, in a way that suggests he could be talking about the weather instead of the vulgar activities they were participating in.
“Yes, daddy,” the submissive man pants loudly, trying to catch his breath.