crowspace | call me out v. 13.0

[Crewel feels the hands on his jacket, anticipates the question.]

I'll tell you what to do. Just enjoy yourself, for now. When you're used to this, I'll let you do more.

[His free hand runs through Suga's hair, mussing it as he practically pets him.]

You really are a good boy.

[He nods his agreement, mouthing 'thank you'.

Is Crewel implying that they're going to do this more than once...? He must be. For some reason Suga hadn't thought that far ahead.]

[Or it could just be that Suga has a very long evening ahead of him. Crewel will happily keep him guessing on that front.

He'll start out carefully, his hand exploring Suga's chest and neck with commanding sweeps, looking for spots that get a reaction.]

If you're very good, I'll teach you more. And you like learning, don't you?

[Another nod - yes, he likes learning, especially from his favorite teacher. He'll be good.

Suga is touch-starved enough that everything gets a reaction, but it's most pronounced around his neck and collarbone. He shudders, melting into Crewel's touches.]

[Especially the neck; he notes it with a smile before loosening Suga's tie just enough to unfasten the top button of his shirt. Then he presses kisses there, along his throat and the slope of his neck, down toward his shoulder.

His hand strays down lower, settling curved fingers against Suga's belt. Without waiting for confirmation, he pulls the belt open and moves its tails out of the way. One finger traces down the fly of Suga's slacks.]

This is usually when I'd ask you to beg, but you've been such a good pup, I'll reward you right away.

[Suga has no voice, but that doesn't make him entirely silent - his breath comes roughly enough when Crewel starts undoing his belt that it's audible.

He hides his burning face in Crewel's shoulder. Of course he's grateful for the praise and the attention, but if he has to actually look at what Crewel's doing he'll die.]

[It wouldn't be the worst death ever...

But Crewel will be mostly merciful. Mostly. A second finger traces to where the first lingers. Then, as he speaks, he unfastens the slacks and pulls the zipper down.]

If I had my way, I'd bend you over my desk. You're not ready for that... You're just going to be a good, obedient boy while I touch you.

[Oh. Oh. Suga would squeak if he could - instead his face flames up even more, and he hides his nod in Crewel's shoulder.

Part of him feels like he should offer anyway - Crewel is being so kind to him, he should make him feel good too - but Crewel isn't phrasing it like a question, and Suga will do as he's told.

It doesn't take much teasing to get him hard. It's been a long time since Suga even touched himself like this, and he's never had anyone else's hands on him.]

[Somehow, for the moment Crewel is content to mess Suga up beautifully and take little for himself. Once he's relaxed, he'll be much more fun to play with, and that's something to look forward to.

His hand delves into Suga's slacks, palming him gently as he hums with satisfaction.]

Good boy...

[The sensation combined with the praise is so much. Suga's hips quiver, as he's uncertain whether it's okay or not to thrust into Crewel's hand.

He presses a soft kiss to Crewel's neck - at least he can do that much.]

[The kiss is adorable, and Crewel almost feels bad for all of this for a moment.

Almost.

But then he continues, feeling that shake of his hips.]

Oh? Does my little pup want to rut?

[Another nod. That sounds like permission, maybe, and Suga rolls his hips into Crewel's grasp once, testing whether or not he's scolded for his boldness.]

[An approving hum, then he leans to murmur in his ear.]

You're going to make such a lovely mess...

[He slides one gloved hand into Suga's underwear, gripping him properly so he can stroke him slowly.]

[Oh, oh, oh- He jerks into each stroke, pressing more kisses to Crewel's neck as he does.

Of course he doesn't have anything in the way of stamina, but he doesn't think Crewel is expecting that of him.]

[He just wants to see Suga made into a bit of a mess, it's true. He has very little in the way of expectations otherwise. He does make the strokes a little firmer, a little quicker, just to see how fast he can make him come.]

Such a good boy... I'm sure you'll look just as good on your knees.

[It probably says something that that's what sets Suga off as much as the strokes. Knowing that he'll be able to repay the favor he feels he doesn't deserve is a relief, and that added to the pleasure Crewel is giving him means he immediately spills over into his gloved hand.

He breathes harshly as he comes down from his climax, seeming loud to himself just in comparison.]

Edited 2021-03-19 18:13 (UTC)

[Well, that glove is ruined, but Crewel is deeply satisfied. A sound like a low growl rumbles through him ever so briefly, and with his unsoiled hand he reaches into his desk for a handkerchief. But the glove covered in cum is raised up between them as a wicked, close-lipped smile crosses Crewel's features.

After a moment, he brings the gloved hand to his lips, then licks a long line of cum off it, eyes fixed on Suga.]

Naughty pup, getting my glove dirty. I should make you clean it up.

[The sight of Crewel licking his come off his glove goes straight to Suga's cock, despite having just come. And he's not so innocent that he can't understand what 'cleaning it up' means.

He wipes a bit of come off of the glove before putting his finger in his mouth - and almost immediately makes a face before he can stop it. That doesn't taste good at all.]

[Who cares if it tastes good? Crewel is enjoying the reactions.

He reaches with his clean hand to grip Suga's chin.]

You won't even take responsibility? Bad boy. If you can't handle a little bit of your own, what are you going to do with mine?

[It doesn't take more urging than that for him to lap at the rest of the come on Crewel's glove, managing to keep his expression neutral this time. Even if it tastes bad, he wants to show that he'll be a good boy.]

[The smug satisfaction from the older man is abundant. His hand releases Suga's chin, and he lets him lap at the glove just a little longer before pulling that hand away and removing the glove altogether. It's a loss, unfortunately, but he'll live.]

Good boy. I knew you could be trained.

[Mm, but how he'd love to train him...]

You got to come like a needy little pup, so now it's my turn, isn't it? Don't you want a treat?

[Suga nods, red-faced. He has an idea of what he's supposed to do here - he's not completely innocent - so he carefully settles onto his knees on the floor in front of Crewel.

He looks up at him, not sure if he needs permission to go ahead and draw him out of his clothes.]

[Crewel relaxes in his desk chair, reaching out his bare hand to card through Suga's hair for a moment. It draws things out a little more, makes his intentions so clearly selfish, even as he smiles like he's doing the young man a favor.]

I'd love to make you beg.

[He unfastens his own belt and slacks, though, before holding out his one gloved hand to draw one of Suga's up to touch him.]

But I said I'd praise you, and you've done well. [More pets to his hair, soft, slow...] You could be mine, if you do well now. [His voice is a satisfied purr as he slides fingertips under Suga's chin.] I could train you to be a perfect pet. You have... potential.

[The praise makes Suga shudder, and he nods along. Yes, he wants to do well. Yes, he wants to be his. He'll be good, he promises.

Carefully, he draws Crewel's cock out of his pants. It's the first time he's handled any other than his own - and truthfully he hasn't attended to himself all that often either. But if he does well, Crewel will praise him, and so he doesn't hesitate to bend his head to lick the tip of Crewel's cock.

Tastes like skin, mostly. He can do this.]

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