manner that hadn’t tripped up Bacoj’s deepest instincts to control.
He opened his eyes and stared down at the man sliding his mouth over and over his primary, smiling up at him with that too-knowing gaze.
Vax had never met a Dramok so laid back about dominating. It was an interesting turn of events, which he enjoyed. Usually, he had to be far more subtle about guiding sex the way he wanted it from those he brought home. He was well pleased with himself as he sucked the other man’s cock, watching lust suffuse Bacoj’s expression.
Or maybe it had nothing to do with Bacoj being easygoing or Vax’s ability to get his own way. Perhaps Bacoj had figured out what he was up to, because confusion was replacing the passion that had owned the Dramok’s countenance until now. Confusion and uncertainty. Surely he wasn’t a virgin? No, he’d fucked Vax with the dildo with far too much knowledge and assurance to be a virgin.
The spicy-sweet flavor of Bacoj’s lubricant and the musk of his flesh was joined by saltiness as pre-cum surged from his primary. In an instant, indecision fled from his expression. He sat up, pushing Vax onto his heels.
“Up on the mat. All fours. Ass in the air.” Though his breath came in gasps, his tone was all Dramok. It said don’t fuck with me, demanding unquestioned obedience.
Without hesitation, Vax scrambled up on the mat. Though he’d hoped to be the one on top, he knew when to end his games with the natural leaders of the Kalquorian race. He crouched, face pillowed on his crossed arms, aching ass thrust up.
He’d thought that Bacoj would take him right away. Instead, the thick dildo moved in and out, fucking Vax slowly yet again, the shallow strokes rubbing constantly against his cumspot. He groaned as his sexes jolted, heat blasting through them.
The first round of dildo fucking had been intense. This round was downright tortuous, especially when Bacoj stroked his secondary, where the worst of the excitement churned. Vax whimpered as the strong, rough hand squeezed tighter, rubbing harder. Any second now, Bacoj would pull the dildo out, mount him, and let him climax. Soon. It had to be soon.
But no, he switched to masturbating Vax’s primary instead. It was swollen, eager to relieve the pressure. Almost hurting, in fact. He couldn’t remember when he’d last been so hard and ready.
He could have cried when Bacoj returned his attentions to his secondary. The dildo continued to plumb his passage in those short strokes that applied heady friction directly to his hot spot. Arousal was becoming agonizing.
“Fuck me. Do it.” He’d intended for it to come out as a plea, the kind of begging Dramoks enjoyed hearing, but desperation made him demand it instead. He knew his mistake immediately and closed his eyes against the coming storm.
Bacoj shoved the dildo all the way in again, so it wouldn’t come out on its own. His palm—a very strong, very unmerciful palm—cracked against Vax’s buttocks in a succession of harsh smacks. Vax howled in anguish as he was punished for his impudence. The second spanking lasted as long as the first and hurt more.
He moaned in gratitude when it ended, though he was harder than ever. Ancestors, he was dying to climax. However, Bacoj wasn’t finished putting him in his place.
“Turn around to face me. Mouth open.”
Vax knew there would be no more scheming to direct the encounter. Chastised, he did as he was told.
Bacoj filled his mouth with the smooth, hot length of his larger sex, the lower rubbing beneath his chin. Vax had enjoyed sucking that delicious cock at his own pace, but his guest had control now. Which Bacoj used to his advantage. Wrapping his hands around Vax’s head, he held him in place as he rutted, plunging down Vax’s throat, forcing him to swallow or gag. Pre-cum coated the Imdiko’s tongue, dribbling from the corners of his mouth as Bacoj fucked him unmercifully.
Maybe this Dramok had moments of indecision, but this sure as hell wasn’t one of them.
Though Vax often preferred to call the shots—without his lover figuring that out—the control Bacoj wielded over him was exciting. Being mastered in such a way, with no apology offered, made his senses reel. He wanted to come more than ever, under Bacoj’s utter control.
The idea his lover might not allow it was more arousing than Vax would have ever admitted. Bacoj was grunting as he rutted, his shaft jerking as if he neared