“Next time show me your little toys,” Deimos growled. “I wanna see how you use them. I wanna be the one to use them.”

Kalmin gasped a little and nodded vigorously. “I-I’d love that,” he hissed before taking all of Deimos’ cock again. Just like the first time, Deimos’ body seized up with his damn toes curling at the overwhelming sensation. Kalmin’s throat was hot, tight and so fucking wet as he swallowed him down like a champ. For a long time, Deimos just leaned back in his chair and let Kalmin do whatever the hell he pleased with him- humming and whimpering, sucking and kissing, pleasuring and worshiping Deimos’ cock like he was fucking born for it. Deimos melted into his chair as his boyfriend found all his weakest spots and exploited the fuck out of them. He twitched and shivered like no tomorrow, and when Kalmin hollowed out his cheeks to suck particularly hard, Deimos couldn’t suppress a shout.

His first orgasm was quick and overwhelming, catching Deimos off-guard.

Kalmin was fucking amazing.

It took Deimos no time at all to get hard again to his boyfriend’s delight, eagerly ready for round two. Initially, he sucked him off at a reasonable, pleasurable pace that made Deimos’ eyes roll back, until he suddenly began humming and whimpering, the vibrations stimulating Deimos’ cock and making him twitch and moan out. Little did Deimos know this whole time Kalmin was jacking himself off, and he was close, which meant he was losing control of that sensuous rhythm he had established. Kalmin was becoming loud and erratic, his eyes fluttering shut and movements jaunty. Deimos could hear the slicking of Kalmin’s hand pumping his wet cock, and found himself thrusting into Kalmin’s mouth in response, letting the boy focus more on pleasuring himself- as well as getting that satisfaction of having his throat fucked raw.

Deimos understood his kinks. He loved the exact same thing.

Snarling, he grabbed Kalmin’s head hard and fucked into his mouth, too focused on how fucking hot his partner looked choking on his dick to realize how close he too was getting. Then Kalmin was crying out and choking on his cock, Deimos feeling Kalmin’s cum squirt all over the floor and some on his toes, and Deimos shoved all of him into Kalmin’s mouth as he ejaculated as well.

Kalmin’s whole body was tensed up because of his orgasm, and his throat felt so fucking good Deimos’ head was spinning. However, Kalmin didn’t even wait for his oversensitive high to calm down before he slammed his hands down on Deimos’ hips, pushed him back into the chair, took all of him into his mouth and restarted the vigorous, punishing pace. Deimos found himself yelling as Kalmin sucked, slurped, and licked up and down his cock like some sort of incubus with his boyfriend’s blood pumping and mind melting at his technique. He felt his body start to rile up and climb up to that boiling point once more. He was seeing fucking stars. His cock felt abused and toyed with, his body only just an instrument of pleasure for Kalmin as he sucked him off at his own exhausting pace. Before he knew it, Deimos was sobbing and biting his knuckles as he squirted down Kalmin’s throat once more, body spasming and curling inwards and smashing his forehead against his desk. His hands scrambled to grab onto the back of Kalmin’s shirt, moaning out loud as he felt Kalmin’s throat bob and drink up his cum like a sweet treat.

Before Deimos could whisper sweet-nothings to his boyfriend, Kalmin merely restarted the pace once more, leaving Deimos breathless and moaning.

They went at it for a while.

His third orgasm wasn’t as dramatic as his first. Kalmin led him into this relaxed state of mind where he was writing maybe two or three sentences every ten minutes or so before lying back, closing his eyes and letting Kalmin lick and suck his cock hungrily. Occasionally he would thrust his hips up to meet Kalmin’s pretty thick lips, but for the most part he was just sighing and shaking and melting into his chair, his mind fucked and his cock fucked even more as Kalmin continued to suck him up and down. There was no lead-up to his orgasms, they just washed over him like a gentle wave, and Kalmin didn’t break the gentle pace he established even when Deimos ejaculated and was oversensitive.

It felt like years had gone by, and Deimos was stuck in this delicious state of ecstasy. He’d be fine living the rest of his life like this with his boyfriend sucking his spent dick. Kalmin was absolutely beautiful between his legs sucking his cock. His skin was dewy, golden eyes unfocused with lust, and thick lips dripping of his seed. There was this hungry yet blissed out expression as he sucked his cock that only occasionally changed from blissful lust to joy when Deimos grabbed at his hair and moaned out “good boy.” It seemed to be the only two words Deimos knew at this point, his mind empty except for the sight and sounds of his beautiful boyfriend pleasuring his dick.

“Good boy,” he whimpered out through gritted teeth. His hands slid all over Kalmin’s curly hair, nails digging into his scalp.

“Mmngh,” Kalmin hummed happily. Slowly he pulled out, Deimos’ hard dick bobbing upwards in front of his face like out of some raunchy porno. Kalmin rubbed his cheek against his cock, smiling as precum and saliva smeared across his cheek. “I love you.”

Deimos nearly passed out at the lascivious sight between his legs. How was Kalmin real? Who turned him this sexy? Was he always this hot?

Deimos groaned and leaned his head back, covering his face in embarrassment. “Fuuuuck,” he whined. “Why are you perfect?”

Kalmin laughed hoarsely and pressed kisses up and down his dick. “You’re really hot yourself.”

Deimos peeked a look through his fingers. “Really? Are you sure?”

Kalmin’s golden eyes glowed at him like a predator hunting its prey. He licked his lips. “You look like you’re ready to fuck me into the floor.”

His boyfriend sucked in a sharp breath, body on fire. Deimos loved being devoured. But the thought of Kalmin crying out in pleasure beneath him was such an erotic thought it made his head spin.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” Deimos growled out eventually. He clicked save on his document and slammed his laptop shut. Fuck it, he’s gotten two paragraphs done with Kalmin’s help. That’s more than he’ll ever do with his boyfriend literally on his knees sucking his dick. He grabbed a fistful of Kalmin’s hair and slowly pushed his chair further away from the desk so he could fully see his partner. When he was hiding under the desk, Deimos couldn’t fully appreciate his fucked out expression and messy hair. But now he can see everything. The spit and cum dripping down his chin. His wild golden eyes. His tousled hair.

Deimos stared at Kalmin for a long moment, his boyfriend licking his spit and cum-covered lips. Kalmin’s golden eyes met his emerald gaze and Deimos shuddered at the connection. In response, Kalmin licked that throbbing vein on the left side of his cock slowly, sending shivers down his spine. He was so perfect. So fucking perfect.

“I wanna record this and send it to Mira,” Deimos thought out loud. His hand brushed the curls out of Kalmin’s face and rested on his cheek. Slowly, Kalmin leaned in and nuzzled his dick once more, gasping and grinning, fucked out of his mind, probably.

“Do it,” Kalmin rasped out, voice absolutely wrecked. Deimos sucked in a breath and grabbed his phone. Shakily, he swiped to his camera and turned on the flash, making the sweat, spit and cum on Kalmin’s face and Deimos’ cock shimmer. Kalmin stared straight at the camera and Deimos hit play, his heart thudding a mile a minute as Kalmin swallowed all of him down once more. It was like electricity shot through him. This dynamic was different. Dangerous. Exciting. They’ve never done this before. All three of them have certainly talked about it, and were ok with it, but this would have to be their first time. Recording your partner was naughty. There was risk involved. But the thrills outweighed so much of the negative. It was voyeuristic, exciting and permanent.

When Kalmin’s away, Deimos could jack off to Kalmin’s pretty little lips sucking up his cherry red cock. Or in this instance, with Mira away, Deimos could send this to her to show how much she was missing. She could be with them even when she’s not. She was the viewer. Deimos was the cameraman. And Kalmin was their beautiful actor.

The two of them can share Kalmin, even in moments like this.

Moments where Kalmin was slurping and sucking, drooling and whimpering, and absolutely infatuated with his dick. He looked so good on camera- dammit, he was even photogenic in moments like this.

Kalmin was in control of this situation, confident in his actions, and bold with his actions. He pinned Deimos’ jumpy hips down onto the chair, forcing him relax and let his cock be the only thing taut and riled up. Kalmin kissed up his dick, nipped at his foreskin, and angled himself like the perfect porn star to let Mira see all the action. He knew he was pleasuring for two. He greedily took Deimos’ dick like a champ, but also showed off to the camera for Mira, ultimately their master, to catch every aching second and angle of action.

“You like that dick?” Deimos hissed hoarsely.

Kalmin’s eyes went wide and he blinked rapidly. His breathing changed and Deimos smiled. Usually during dirty talk Deimos was the one sobbing and crying in pleasure. He hasn’t been able to flip the script before, and from how Kalmin’s shoulders were shaking and his eyes pleaded for more- his boyfriend liked the change.

“What a fuckin’ good boy, taking my dick like that,” he snarled in a deep voice. He clutched onto Kalmin’s neck and shoved his dick deeper inside him. “You like my dick?”

Kalmin swallowed him down and hummed eagerly. He looked so fucking good begging. Deimos grinded his hips against him, letting his dick slide across every inch of his throat before slowly pulling out. The sensation was toe-curling, feeling the tip of his dick slide up his throat to the roof of his mouth with the base of his dick nearly grazing Kalmin’s teeth. However, suddenly Kalmin’s eyes fluttered open and he moaned when the tip of Deimos’ cock brushed a particular spot on the roof of his mouth. A visible shiver ran through him, and he grabbed at Deimos’ thighs for support.

“H-Haah,” Kalmin whimpered.

That reaction was new.

Kalmin looked dizzy with pleasure.

And Deimos wanted to exploit it.