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A Complete Mess
A Complete Mess
Pairing: Collie Parker/Gary Barkovitch, Billy Stebbins/Gary Barkovitch, mentions of others (and one unnamed man)
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 101: Free use
Warnings: Free use, bukkake, Modern AU
Notes: Finally, after almost a year, I’ve finished an entry from the prompt table, woo! I started this in October and it would’ve been done sooner if it wasn’t for *gestures at all the issues in October/November* but finally it’s done, yay! It’s a modern au so you don’t need to know anything about The Long Walk (just that there’s hot men). Hopefully now I can actually write more! (And do lil gift fics next) title from 5 Seconds Of Summer.
Barkovitch let out a low whimper as the cock left his mouth, as the man it belonged to withdrew it and took a step away. He wanted to chase after it, to take it back between his lips and down his throat but instead he watched as the man wrapped his fingers around his spit slick dick instead, starting to stroke. The movements were fast, the man clearly already so close, especially with the low grunts he was making. “Such a needy little slut.” Barkovitch glanced up at him at those words, doing his best to bat his eyelashes and look as pretty as he could for the man above him, even though he was sure he looked like a total mess.
He couldn’t see himself but he was sure that the makeup he’d worn had already ran down his cheeks and his skin and hair was sticky from the cum from the other men who had used him already.
“Fuck.” The man, who Barkovitch didn’t even know the name of, groaned above him and he closed his eyes as he withdrew from his lips. Moments later the man let out another groan and he felt cum hit his skin, landing across his forehead.
As soon as it was done he felt a strong hand in his hair from behind him, fingers tangling in his hair to tilt his head up so that when he opened his eyes he was looking right at the man that just came on him. “What do we say to the nice man?”
Barkovitch smiled as he looked up at the man who was catching his breath. “Thank you for your cum sir.”
“Good boy.” He smiled at the praise of the man behind him, the only one in the room that mattered to him really. The fingers holding his hair tightened, just for a moment, then they were gone. Then he heard the click of his fingers followed by a single word. “Next.”
The man in front of him tucked his softening dick away, zipped himself up and then left his line of sight. It wasn’t long before another man replaced him and Barkovitch wet his lips before glancing up at him. Some of the men that had used him tonight were ones he didn’t know, some he knew in passing while others were men he knew, if not as friends than acquaintances at least.
This man was very much one of the latter. Stebbins was a friend and a slight smile played on his lips as they met eyes. “Well, get started.”
Barkovitch nodded and, without a word, he leaned in and took the zipper of his fly between his teeth. With an ease that came from practice, he tugged the zipper down all the way, then used his fingers to popper open the button and open Stebbins flies. He hooked his fingers under waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to free his erection.
He was already hard, no doubt from watching, so Barkovitch just parted his lips and twirled his tongue over his head. The low groan he heard above him made Barkovitch smile to himself, before he took his cock into his mouth, swallowing him down to the base. Another moan left Stebbins lips and Barkovitch took a moment to enjoy the stretch and fullness of his cock before starting to move.
To Barkovitch it was easy to get lost in the rhythm that he set himself, sliding his lips, flicking his tongue, lapping at the head and then going back down again. He loved the feeling of having his mouth and throat full, partly because he just loved it but also because it kept his mouth busy. Plus he loved the sounds that the men he pleased made as he did it.
Every one was different. Some were pretty quiet, just making breathy noises or gasps. Some, like Stebbins, let out groans or moans with almost every movement he did. Others growled or spoke, calling him a slut or a whore as he worked their dick. Some were all of the above depending how close they were or their mood that day.
Barkovitch squeezed his lips, which caused Stebbins to let out another moan, slightly lower this time. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see his fingers flexing, grasping onto the fabric of his pants. He was sure that he wanted them in his hair, gripping tight and holding him in place while he fucks Barkovitch’s throat. But he has self control and he knows the rules, as much as either of them might want it.
The rules are simple and easy to remember. In part that’s because there’s only two of them, but also because they are pinned to the wall behind where Barkovitch was kneeling, roughly at a height where they’d be visible in everyone’s eyeline.
1: NO TOUCHING
2: NO CUMMING IN HIM
Barkovitch pulled back slight, his tongue twirling over the other man’s head and he let out a soft, muffled as he went back down on him. The taste meant that he was close, so he took the opportunity to savour it, enjoying the heft of his cock on his tongue. After a moment he resumed his movements, sliding back, squeezing his lips, flicking his tongue and enjoying the breathy sounds from above.
He managed only a few more bobs of his head before Stebbins withdrew, wrapping a hand around his slick cock and stroking himself. Barkovitch offered him a sweet smile, his eyes darting up to meet his and then he closed his eyelids just in time to feel his load land across his face.
“Thank you for your cum sir.” He replied, without prompting this time and as he opened his eyes he saw him tuck himself away.
“Your mouth is always like heaven slut.” Stebbins smirked, catching his breath and that made his heart flutter in his chest. Stebbins gaze went from his to the man behind him, a silent question passing between them.
“You’re the last for tonight, tell the others to get out.”
“Of course.” Stebbins inclined his head, then turned around, ushering the few other men out. Some groaned in disappointment at not getting a chance to use him, but others had just been content to watch anyway, or had even stayed after they had used him. It didn’t take him long to corral them out of the room and, in just a few minutes, it was just the two of them.
The hand was back in his, this time stroking. “You did well tonight.” Barkovitch smiled, leaning into the touch. “Do you know how dicks you took tonight?”
Barkovitch did a mental count in his head, before nodding. “Ten sir.”
The fingers in his hair tightened a little and for a moment he wasn’t sure if he’d gotten it right or not. And then he was being kissed, hot and messy and he moaned against the other man’s lips. “Right answer.” Collie whispered when they he pulled back, the kiss ending too quick for Barkovitch’s liking but then he heard Collie moving around and he didn’t mind as much.
In a few moments Collie had moved around until he was kneeling in front of him, his eyes looking him over. Barkovitch was sure he looked like a mess in the best way, his face covered in cover, his clothes drenched in sweat, his make up staining his cheeks, his lips and chin wet with saliva.
Collie meanwhile looked radiant, his long hair framing his pretty face. He was, without a doubt in his mind, the most beautiful man that Barkovitch had ever seen. Part of him still couldn’t believe that someone that looked like that was interested in him, but now was not the time for such introspection.
One of Collie’s hands was on his chin, keeping his head still. Then he leaned in close, not to kiss him this time, but instead to swipe his tongue over the mess that covered his face. Barkovitch let his eyes slip closed.
Collie took his time to carefully lick across his face, his cheeks, his forehead, even gently over his eyelids. Barkovitch let out a soft sigh, enjoying the feeling of his lover, of his owner, licking the other men from his skin. It was surprisingly intimate, his breath was hot on his skin while his soft wet tongue cleaned him, a soft moan escaping Barkovitch’s lips.
When he was done Collie’s lips were on his own, his tongue darting into his mouth and he could taste the saltiness of the other men on it. He moaned again at the taste, which he’d only gotten briefly before and he melted into it. He enjoyed the way Collie’s tongue claimed his mouth as his own, despite, or perhaps because of the way he could taste the others on him.
He wasn’t sure how long they kissed, it could have been moments, it could have been minutes, but when they parted he allowed his eyelids to open, meeting Collie’s gaze. The other man half smiled, half smirked and he traced his thumb across his lower lip. “Are you ready for one more?”
Barkovitch nodded, lips parting so he could dart his tongue over the tip of his thumb, but Collie’s other hand tangled in his hair, pulling his head back and making him whimper. “I want to hear it. Use your words.”
He wasn’t sure exactly what words he wanted but he tried his best anyway. “Please sir. I want, I need your cock. Please let me suck you, please fuck my throat. I need it so bad.”
Collie chuckled, though there was a sense of pride, of lust, on his face. “You really do need it don’t you? Even after all those other men.” Barkovitch nodded as best he could, as his thumb traced across his lips again. This time he was allowed to take it between his lips, his tongue flicking across it. “You really are such a filthy slut aren’t you?” Coming from someone else that would feel like an insult, an admonishment, but from Collie… it felt different. “My filthy slut.” The word was followed by a low growl, followed by a tug of his fingers in his hair which stopped him from nodding in agreement.
And then just like that Collie’s fingers were gone from him, leaving him whimpering. He rose up to his feet so he was standing before him and he took a moment to stretch his limbs out before palming his crotch. “I want see you.” As Collie said the words he shifted one of his feet to Barkovitch’s knees, pushing his legs apart. Part of him wanted him to go further, to press his booted foot against his leg or his own crotch, but he knew it would throw him top off balance.
Barkovitch took the hint, his hands going to his own flies, rapidly undoing them and pushing down the stained underwear he wore. If Collie noticed the mess he’d made earlier in the night he didn’t comment, though he was sure he had. He couldn’t help it there had been something about having Ray and Pete’s cocks right there, switching between them both at the same time that had just gotten to him.
He got his dick out, letting Collie see how hard he was and then he placed his hands on his thighs, not daring to touch himself, not just yet anyway. Collie looked him over, his dark eyes taking in the sight of him as his fingers went to his own flies.
He watched, transfixed, as Collie slowly pulled his zipper down. Or maybe he wasn’t actually going slow, but it just felt that way to him. Once it was down, he popped the button above them, parting his pants so he could push his underwear down. As soon as his cock was freed Barkovitch was drooling and he could hear Collie chuckle above him. “You really need it don’t you? Even after so many others.”
Barkovitch looked from the erection in front of him up to the eyes of the man it belonged to. His eyes were dark with lust, his hair framing his face. He really was so incredibly beautiful. “Always sir. I will always want it, want you. Always.” He wet his lips, glancing back down again, at the aching cock that was so close he could almost taste it. “Can I?”
Hands were in his hair again, pulling him close in answer. His lips parted on instinct and he took Collie between them, his eyes lidding as he took him down to the base. He couldn’t describe it but there was just something different about Collie’s dick. If he was blindfolded and sucked ten men, he would know instantly which one of them was him.
Collie’s fingers held him in place, with his lips around the base of his dick, his nose pressed against his curls. Barkovitch made a contented sound around him, squeezing his lips and flicking his tongue. He wished that he could stay here, like this, forever.
The fingers loosened their grip on his hair, followed by a single word from above him. “Move.” He does instantly, drawing back slowly until just his head remained. Like with the others, he twirled his tongue over it for a few moments before going back down on him.
He easily settled into a now familiar rhythm, similar to what he’d used on the other men so far tonight. His head bobbed up and down at a steady pace, his tongue lapping, his lips squeezing. He did it in all the right ways, just like how he knew Collie liked. Every so often Collie let out a low groan above him, or his fingers would tighten in his hair, sometimes both together. Each time he did it sent a thrill through him, straight to his own dick which was aching.
Collie’s fingers tightened again, though not briefly this time and Barkovitch looked up at him as his lips slid back along his dick. “Touch yourself.” Collie’s voice was a low as he said the words, with a hint of breathlessness too.
Barkovitch instantly obeyed, bringing a hand down to his dick, wrapping his fingers around it and starting to stroke. He would have let out a sigh at the contact, if his mouth wasn’t full. He was much smaller than most of the guys tonight, but that didn’t matter to him.
Collie let out a sound of approval, then he tightened his grip again and Barkovitch stopped sucking. Instead he relaxed his lips and throat and braced himself for what was to come.
Keeping ahold on Barkovitch’s hair, Collie withdrew his dick, then snapped his hips forward, his cock slamming against the back of his throat. He moaned, feeling himself drool as he set a rough, almost punishing pace. Barkovitch let his eyes slip shut, stroking his dick as he lost himself in the feeling of Collie fucking his face, his balls slapping against his chin.
It was probably strange to think but this was like heaven to him, having his mouth stuffed full and being used by Collie like this. This felt like the place that he was meant to be, like he was made for being on his knees to suck dick. And not just any dick, but Collie’s specifically. He’d be content if Collie said tonight sas the last time he’d take others, as long as he could take his.
Above him Collie growled and he felt his fingers tug sharply on his hairs switching from fucking his face to forcefully moving his head. It made him feel dizzy, but in the best way. “Yeah, you like this don’t you slut?” Collie’s words left his lips, filling the air that had just been wordless sounds of pleasure. “You love being used like a fleshlight, like a warm wet hole for men to use as they please.” He couldn’t answer of course, all he could do was let out a choked out groan and listen.
“It’s what you are. It’s what you’re good for.” Collie continues in a low growl, the moments of Barkovitch’s head more rough and erratic. “You’re a filthy little slut. But the most important thing you need to remember is that you’re my slut. Mine.” He emphasised the word and Barkovitch groaned again. Between his legs his fist moved faster and Collie chuckled, clearly noticing the effect his words had. “Yeah, you’re all mine. Those guys can have a taste of your pretty little mouth, but only I get to cum down it. Only I get to fill your needy ass. Because you may be a slut but you’re mine.”
There was something about the way he said mine, the word coming out as a possessive growl that sent a shudder through Barkovitch’s whole body. His hips jerked up into his stroking hand and he came, making a mess over himself.
Above him Collie chuckled again, though this time it was came out more breathless. “That’s it. I love seeing you cum for me.” There was another growl from the back of his throat, his fingers tightening a little harder in his hair. “My little slut.”
The words made Barkovitch feel warm inside, deep in his chest. He knew to most it would be strange that those words made him feel that way but he wasn’t one to care what others thought. To him that declaration of ownership was just as meaningful as one of love. He looked up at him in a daze, his eyes wet and shiny and Collie let out a noise between a groan and a growl. Then he felt his cum hit the back of his throat and he swallowed it down.
Collie pushed his head from him after a moment, panting heavily as his cock slipped from his lips. A cross between a moan at the taste of him and a whimper at the loss left Barkovitch’s mouth and Collie smiled, shifting a hand to stroke his cheek, wiping away the fear tears that had escaped. “Good boy.” He smiled, his fingers brushing across his lower lip. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, then we can get to bed.”
Barkovitch nodded, taking a few moments to catch his breath, still feeling a little dazed. “Thank you.” He whispered softly and Collie nodded, his free hand tucking his dick away. Then he offered a hand, helping him to his feet when he took it and he followed him as he led the way to the bathroom. Barkovitch couldn’t help but think, not for the first time, just how lucky he was to have him.
Pairing: Collie Parker/Gary Barkovitch, Billy Stebbins/Gary Barkovitch, mentions of others (and one unnamed man)
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 101: Free use
Warnings: Free use, bukkake, Modern AU
Notes: Finally, after almost a year, I’ve finished an entry from the prompt table, woo! I started this in October and it would’ve been done sooner if it wasn’t for *gestures at all the issues in October/November* but finally it’s done, yay! It’s a modern au so you don’t need to know anything about The Long Walk (just that there’s hot men). Hopefully now I can actually write more! (And do lil gift fics next) title from 5 Seconds Of Summer.
Barkovitch let out a low whimper as the cock left his mouth, as the man it belonged to withdrew it and took a step away. He wanted to chase after it, to take it back between his lips and down his throat but instead he watched as the man wrapped his fingers around his spit slick dick instead, starting to stroke. The movements were fast, the man clearly already so close, especially with the low grunts he was making. “Such a needy little slut.” Barkovitch glanced up at him at those words, doing his best to bat his eyelashes and look as pretty as he could for the man above him, even though he was sure he looked like a total mess.
He couldn’t see himself but he was sure that the makeup he’d worn had already ran down his cheeks and his skin and hair was sticky from the cum from the other men who had used him already.
“Fuck.” The man, who Barkovitch didn’t even know the name of, groaned above him and he closed his eyes as he withdrew from his lips. Moments later the man let out another groan and he felt cum hit his skin, landing across his forehead.
As soon as it was done he felt a strong hand in his hair from behind him, fingers tangling in his hair to tilt his head up so that when he opened his eyes he was looking right at the man that just came on him. “What do we say to the nice man?”
Barkovitch smiled as he looked up at the man who was catching his breath. “Thank you for your cum sir.”
“Good boy.” He smiled at the praise of the man behind him, the only one in the room that mattered to him really. The fingers holding his hair tightened, just for a moment, then they were gone. Then he heard the click of his fingers followed by a single word. “Next.”
The man in front of him tucked his softening dick away, zipped himself up and then left his line of sight. It wasn’t long before another man replaced him and Barkovitch wet his lips before glancing up at him. Some of the men that had used him tonight were ones he didn’t know, some he knew in passing while others were men he knew, if not as friends than acquaintances at least.
This man was very much one of the latter. Stebbins was a friend and a slight smile played on his lips as they met eyes. “Well, get started.”
Barkovitch nodded and, without a word, he leaned in and took the zipper of his fly between his teeth. With an ease that came from practice, he tugged the zipper down all the way, then used his fingers to popper open the button and open Stebbins flies. He hooked his fingers under waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to free his erection.
He was already hard, no doubt from watching, so Barkovitch just parted his lips and twirled his tongue over his head. The low groan he heard above him made Barkovitch smile to himself, before he took his cock into his mouth, swallowing him down to the base. Another moan left Stebbins lips and Barkovitch took a moment to enjoy the stretch and fullness of his cock before starting to move.
To Barkovitch it was easy to get lost in the rhythm that he set himself, sliding his lips, flicking his tongue, lapping at the head and then going back down again. He loved the feeling of having his mouth and throat full, partly because he just loved it but also because it kept his mouth busy. Plus he loved the sounds that the men he pleased made as he did it.
Every one was different. Some were pretty quiet, just making breathy noises or gasps. Some, like Stebbins, let out groans or moans with almost every movement he did. Others growled or spoke, calling him a slut or a whore as he worked their dick. Some were all of the above depending how close they were or their mood that day.
Barkovitch squeezed his lips, which caused Stebbins to let out another moan, slightly lower this time. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see his fingers flexing, grasping onto the fabric of his pants. He was sure that he wanted them in his hair, gripping tight and holding him in place while he fucks Barkovitch’s throat. But he has self control and he knows the rules, as much as either of them might want it.
The rules are simple and easy to remember. In part that’s because there’s only two of them, but also because they are pinned to the wall behind where Barkovitch was kneeling, roughly at a height where they’d be visible in everyone’s eyeline.
1: NO TOUCHING
2: NO CUMMING IN HIM
Barkovitch pulled back slight, his tongue twirling over the other man’s head and he let out a soft, muffled as he went back down on him. The taste meant that he was close, so he took the opportunity to savour it, enjoying the heft of his cock on his tongue. After a moment he resumed his movements, sliding back, squeezing his lips, flicking his tongue and enjoying the breathy sounds from above.
He managed only a few more bobs of his head before Stebbins withdrew, wrapping a hand around his slick cock and stroking himself. Barkovitch offered him a sweet smile, his eyes darting up to meet his and then he closed his eyelids just in time to feel his load land across his face.
“Thank you for your cum sir.” He replied, without prompting this time and as he opened his eyes he saw him tuck himself away.
“Your mouth is always like heaven slut.” Stebbins smirked, catching his breath and that made his heart flutter in his chest. Stebbins gaze went from his to the man behind him, a silent question passing between them.
“You’re the last for tonight, tell the others to get out.”
“Of course.” Stebbins inclined his head, then turned around, ushering the few other men out. Some groaned in disappointment at not getting a chance to use him, but others had just been content to watch anyway, or had even stayed after they had used him. It didn’t take him long to corral them out of the room and, in just a few minutes, it was just the two of them.
The hand was back in his, this time stroking. “You did well tonight.” Barkovitch smiled, leaning into the touch. “Do you know how dicks you took tonight?”
Barkovitch did a mental count in his head, before nodding. “Ten sir.”
The fingers in his hair tightened a little and for a moment he wasn’t sure if he’d gotten it right or not. And then he was being kissed, hot and messy and he moaned against the other man’s lips. “Right answer.” Collie whispered when they he pulled back, the kiss ending too quick for Barkovitch’s liking but then he heard Collie moving around and he didn’t mind as much.
In a few moments Collie had moved around until he was kneeling in front of him, his eyes looking him over. Barkovitch was sure he looked like a mess in the best way, his face covered in cover, his clothes drenched in sweat, his make up staining his cheeks, his lips and chin wet with saliva.
Collie meanwhile looked radiant, his long hair framing his pretty face. He was, without a doubt in his mind, the most beautiful man that Barkovitch had ever seen. Part of him still couldn’t believe that someone that looked like that was interested in him, but now was not the time for such introspection.
One of Collie’s hands was on his chin, keeping his head still. Then he leaned in close, not to kiss him this time, but instead to swipe his tongue over the mess that covered his face. Barkovitch let his eyes slip closed.
Collie took his time to carefully lick across his face, his cheeks, his forehead, even gently over his eyelids. Barkovitch let out a soft sigh, enjoying the feeling of his lover, of his owner, licking the other men from his skin. It was surprisingly intimate, his breath was hot on his skin while his soft wet tongue cleaned him, a soft moan escaping Barkovitch’s lips.
When he was done Collie’s lips were on his own, his tongue darting into his mouth and he could taste the saltiness of the other men on it. He moaned again at the taste, which he’d only gotten briefly before and he melted into it. He enjoyed the way Collie’s tongue claimed his mouth as his own, despite, or perhaps because of the way he could taste the others on him.
He wasn’t sure how long they kissed, it could have been moments, it could have been minutes, but when they parted he allowed his eyelids to open, meeting Collie’s gaze. The other man half smiled, half smirked and he traced his thumb across his lower lip. “Are you ready for one more?”
Barkovitch nodded, lips parting so he could dart his tongue over the tip of his thumb, but Collie’s other hand tangled in his hair, pulling his head back and making him whimper. “I want to hear it. Use your words.”
He wasn’t sure exactly what words he wanted but he tried his best anyway. “Please sir. I want, I need your cock. Please let me suck you, please fuck my throat. I need it so bad.”
Collie chuckled, though there was a sense of pride, of lust, on his face. “You really do need it don’t you? Even after all those other men.” Barkovitch nodded as best he could, as his thumb traced across his lips again. This time he was allowed to take it between his lips, his tongue flicking across it. “You really are such a filthy slut aren’t you?” Coming from someone else that would feel like an insult, an admonishment, but from Collie… it felt different. “My filthy slut.” The word was followed by a low growl, followed by a tug of his fingers in his hair which stopped him from nodding in agreement.
And then just like that Collie’s fingers were gone from him, leaving him whimpering. He rose up to his feet so he was standing before him and he took a moment to stretch his limbs out before palming his crotch. “I want see you.” As Collie said the words he shifted one of his feet to Barkovitch’s knees, pushing his legs apart. Part of him wanted him to go further, to press his booted foot against his leg or his own crotch, but he knew it would throw him top off balance.
Barkovitch took the hint, his hands going to his own flies, rapidly undoing them and pushing down the stained underwear he wore. If Collie noticed the mess he’d made earlier in the night he didn’t comment, though he was sure he had. He couldn’t help it there had been something about having Ray and Pete’s cocks right there, switching between them both at the same time that had just gotten to him.
He got his dick out, letting Collie see how hard he was and then he placed his hands on his thighs, not daring to touch himself, not just yet anyway. Collie looked him over, his dark eyes taking in the sight of him as his fingers went to his own flies.
He watched, transfixed, as Collie slowly pulled his zipper down. Or maybe he wasn’t actually going slow, but it just felt that way to him. Once it was down, he popped the button above them, parting his pants so he could push his underwear down. As soon as his cock was freed Barkovitch was drooling and he could hear Collie chuckle above him. “You really need it don’t you? Even after so many others.”
Barkovitch looked from the erection in front of him up to the eyes of the man it belonged to. His eyes were dark with lust, his hair framing his face. He really was so incredibly beautiful. “Always sir. I will always want it, want you. Always.” He wet his lips, glancing back down again, at the aching cock that was so close he could almost taste it. “Can I?”
Hands were in his hair again, pulling him close in answer. His lips parted on instinct and he took Collie between them, his eyes lidding as he took him down to the base. He couldn’t describe it but there was just something different about Collie’s dick. If he was blindfolded and sucked ten men, he would know instantly which one of them was him.
Collie’s fingers held him in place, with his lips around the base of his dick, his nose pressed against his curls. Barkovitch made a contented sound around him, squeezing his lips and flicking his tongue. He wished that he could stay here, like this, forever.
The fingers loosened their grip on his hair, followed by a single word from above him. “Move.” He does instantly, drawing back slowly until just his head remained. Like with the others, he twirled his tongue over it for a few moments before going back down on him.
He easily settled into a now familiar rhythm, similar to what he’d used on the other men so far tonight. His head bobbed up and down at a steady pace, his tongue lapping, his lips squeezing. He did it in all the right ways, just like how he knew Collie liked. Every so often Collie let out a low groan above him, or his fingers would tighten in his hair, sometimes both together. Each time he did it sent a thrill through him, straight to his own dick which was aching.
Collie’s fingers tightened again, though not briefly this time and Barkovitch looked up at him as his lips slid back along his dick. “Touch yourself.” Collie’s voice was a low as he said the words, with a hint of breathlessness too.
Barkovitch instantly obeyed, bringing a hand down to his dick, wrapping his fingers around it and starting to stroke. He would have let out a sigh at the contact, if his mouth wasn’t full. He was much smaller than most of the guys tonight, but that didn’t matter to him.
Collie let out a sound of approval, then he tightened his grip again and Barkovitch stopped sucking. Instead he relaxed his lips and throat and braced himself for what was to come.
Keeping ahold on Barkovitch’s hair, Collie withdrew his dick, then snapped his hips forward, his cock slamming against the back of his throat. He moaned, feeling himself drool as he set a rough, almost punishing pace. Barkovitch let his eyes slip shut, stroking his dick as he lost himself in the feeling of Collie fucking his face, his balls slapping against his chin.
It was probably strange to think but this was like heaven to him, having his mouth stuffed full and being used by Collie like this. This felt like the place that he was meant to be, like he was made for being on his knees to suck dick. And not just any dick, but Collie’s specifically. He’d be content if Collie said tonight sas the last time he’d take others, as long as he could take his.
Above him Collie growled and he felt his fingers tug sharply on his hairs switching from fucking his face to forcefully moving his head. It made him feel dizzy, but in the best way. “Yeah, you like this don’t you slut?” Collie’s words left his lips, filling the air that had just been wordless sounds of pleasure. “You love being used like a fleshlight, like a warm wet hole for men to use as they please.” He couldn’t answer of course, all he could do was let out a choked out groan and listen.
“It’s what you are. It’s what you’re good for.” Collie continues in a low growl, the moments of Barkovitch’s head more rough and erratic. “You’re a filthy little slut. But the most important thing you need to remember is that you’re my slut. Mine.” He emphasised the word and Barkovitch groaned again. Between his legs his fist moved faster and Collie chuckled, clearly noticing the effect his words had. “Yeah, you’re all mine. Those guys can have a taste of your pretty little mouth, but only I get to cum down it. Only I get to fill your needy ass. Because you may be a slut but you’re mine.”
There was something about the way he said mine, the word coming out as a possessive growl that sent a shudder through Barkovitch’s whole body. His hips jerked up into his stroking hand and he came, making a mess over himself.
Above him Collie chuckled again, though this time it was came out more breathless. “That’s it. I love seeing you cum for me.” There was another growl from the back of his throat, his fingers tightening a little harder in his hair. “My little slut.”
The words made Barkovitch feel warm inside, deep in his chest. He knew to most it would be strange that those words made him feel that way but he wasn’t one to care what others thought. To him that declaration of ownership was just as meaningful as one of love. He looked up at him in a daze, his eyes wet and shiny and Collie let out a noise between a groan and a growl. Then he felt his cum hit the back of his throat and he swallowed it down.
Collie pushed his head from him after a moment, panting heavily as his cock slipped from his lips. A cross between a moan at the taste of him and a whimper at the loss left Barkovitch’s mouth and Collie smiled, shifting a hand to stroke his cheek, wiping away the fear tears that had escaped. “Good boy.” He smiled, his fingers brushing across his lower lip. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, then we can get to bed.”
Barkovitch nodded, taking a few moments to catch his breath, still feeling a little dazed. “Thank you.” He whispered softly and Collie nodded, his free hand tucking his dick away. Then he offered a hand, helping him to his feet when he took it and he followed him as he led the way to the bathroom. Barkovitch couldn’t help but think, not for the first time, just how lucky he was to have him.