Arousal swirled in the green irises, but there was a hint of hope and need for Maddox's approval. A distracted moment of staring quickly passed before Riott continued, hitting a sensitive spot that caused Maddox's head to fall back against the bed. Riott found it weirdly attractive to see Maddox's jaw tighten, pulsing as he grit his teeth to cope. Knowing him, Maddox was definitely embarrassed by the shaky whimper that was supposed to be a moan. Riott smiled around Maddox's dick when the emo cleared his throat and tried to make gruff sounds instead of pathetic ones. 

The heat of Maddox's length on Riott's tongue was consuming, Maybe this should have been a rudimentry act between them by now, but Riott couldn't focus on anything else. A heated fog kept him distracted, eyeing Maddox and admiring his jawline every time his head tilted back. Riott choked when Maddox tensed, back arching and forcing himself further down Riott's throat. 

"Ah---mm..." Maddox swallowed any moan he couldn't fully withhold. It was cute, and his ego suffered. He needed to make some sort of comment or do something to gain back composure or dominance. He strained to sit up a bit, leaning on his elbows to watch Riott's head bob up and down, again and again. He watched, guiding Riott's head at a steady pace, but the eye contact was a struggle for him every time they did this.

"And you say you're not a good boy," Maddox huffed with a smirk, the cocky gleam contradicting how much he wished those words didn't come out so breathy. He saw Riott's eyes narrow, a telltale sign that he'd struck a nerve. He almost regretted it when Riott pulled off of him. The lewd sight of saliva connecting Riott's tongue to his dick would be perfect jack-off material for a couple of days. 

"Shut up," Riott panted, his voice gruff from the usage of his throat. 

Maddox bit at his lips while eyeing Riott's, wanting to kiss him with spit all over his mouth like that, but he'd probably get a taste of his own precum. "Oh, come on," Maddox purred, his thumb grazing across Riott's cheekbone as he held him by his hair. "We both know you're kinky like that."

Riott grit his teeth at the words, impatience and irriation overcoming him. He wanted Maddox's load in his throat already, but that wasn't going to happen if Maddox was going to be more of a dick than what Riott was sucking on a minute ago. "Shut up," he said again, his voice a growl of annoyance. His glare would've been a little intimidating if not for the bright blush on his cheeks and the watering eyes from prior choking. 

With a quiet "tsk" of disapproval, Maddox realized he had to remind Riott of who he really was and what he was actually into. Maddox wouldn't let him lie to himself like this. 

On his knees, Riott slumped and relaxed when Maddox sat up to lean in close, avoiding his lips with an ounce of self-control and moving to his neck. Trailing about three weak kisses over the vein on Riott's neck, Maddox whispered against his skin. HIs breath was fucking hot, he was too close, and he was speaking in his "sex voice." Riott winced at the immediate recognition of that tone.

"Admit it, puppy."

Riott huffed out a small whimper, his hands clasping over his lap to hide the effect of Maddox's words. It was like a goddamn trigger word. Anyone could've treated him like this, and it would feel the same, but Maddox was the only person who discovered it. Riott wanted to fight it, but he knew he wouldn't win. He never did. Thankfully, Maddox only whipped out this treatment every other time they got together. It was only occasional abuse of his power.

Riott held back a pout at the sudden treatment, knowing he was fucked. Instead, he scowled up at Maddox, hating the knowing smirk on the bastard's face. He quickly met his eyes before he was caught staring at Maddox's mouth too long.

"Admit it," Maddox repeated, his voice lower now. He was less cocky but more dominant, just like he wanted. "Or I spit in your mouth."

This was too much of a jump. Seconds ago, Riott was blowing him, but only one tear fell from the strain before it was over too soon. He could still feel it in his throat, as if the pressure of Maddox's cock was still there. His face was heated from how much he wanted to keep sucking him off, but his eyes fell to the floor with a sense of compliance that came too naturally. He knew he looked pathetic, but the sooner he got this over with, the quicker Maddox would cum in his mouth. 

"Fine," Riott murmured, the word hesitant, but he forced out the sentence with a vigor. " I'm a good boy, okay?" The admission tickled his spine, and the heat between his legs was getting harder to ignore.

"There you go," Maddox praised, gaining a proud tone that caused Riott's eyes to roll back. He hated to be affected by this, to be such a fucking degenerate. "But I'm still gonna spit in your mouth."

Riott's head shot up to look at Maddox, dreading the threat since he just wanted the emo's dick in his mouth, not his saliva. "W-wait a minute," he spoke up. "Is that praise or a threat? I thought I was a good boy." He let out a shaky sigh as he tugged on the rim of Maddox's sweatpants, hoping to act more like a good boy to avoid any more distractions from what he wanted.

"You are," Maddox assured, tilting Riott's chin up for a more controlling demeanor. " Good boys get treats, right?" he asked teasingly, knowing this was fucking embarrassing for Riott. But he could see the way Riott's head began to cloud with a new sense of arousal when he slipped his thumb into the good boy's mouth, pressing into his molars and admiring the glistening tongue.

Maddox watched as Riott melted from there, unable to fight against the finger in his mouth. He hated how the gentle look on Maddox's face made him even more obedient. He wanted Maddox to look at him, to only ever admire him. His resistence was fading quickly, his tongue falling from his lips, as if he was ready to catch any saliva given to him. Unlike Maddox, he was too good at keeping eye contact, giving away every emotion and need. 

"Eyes on me," Maddox quietly instructed after a long moment of admiring Riott like this. It never got old, the determination in Riott's eyes to keep his gaze solely on Maddox. He didn't want to be good or obedient to someone, but damn it, he wanted praise and puppy treatment.

Maybe this was gross. Maddox had the question in his mind as he built up his saliva, a light dribble falling from his tongue and onto Riott's. That question left his mind as soon as Riott's eyes fluttered, a quiet groan leaving his throat when he took the spit like a good boy. He pulled away from Maddox's thumb with no ounce of worry, no question of his obedience. He just needed to swallow. The warm liquid slid down his throat with ease, and his hands clenched over his lap at the thought of it in his stomach. Fuck, he was so hard, and it was getting difficult to cope with. So much so that he leaned his head against Maddox's knee, a small sound leaving his throat---a sound of desperation that he didn't want to express. 

Maddox had an ounce of sympathy, a hand running through Riott's hair in an attempt to soothe him. He was so proud that he didn't even have to tell Riott to swallow. Eventually, he had to grip Riott's hair, guiding his head up to meet their eyes again. The poor boy winced from the hold, but, god, it looked like he wanted more. Maddox's thumb, which still had Riott's saliva on the skin, trailed over the boy's bottom lip. He was so pretty in these moments.