The pleasure dom doesn't take, he gives. Relentlessly. His entire focus is on your body, your reactions, your gasps, your pleas. He learns every twitch, every sensitive spot, every sound you make when he hits the right angle.
Suguru has Gojo spread out on the bed, wrists loosely pinned above his head. Not restraining, just holding. A reminder of who's in control. His mouth traces down Gojo's chest, tongue circling a nipple, teeth grazing, until Gojo arches into him.
"You like that," Suguru murmurs against his skin. "But I'm not done yet."
He takes his time. Licks down Gojo's stomach, nuzzles into his hip, breathes hot over his cock. Gojo bucks, trying to chase the contact, but Suguru pulls back, smirking.
"Patience. I'm going to make you feel so good you forget your own name."
He wraps his lips around the head, tongue swirling, then takes Gojo deep, slow, deliberate, every inch a deliberate choice. He hums, vibrations traveling through Gojo's shaft, and Gojo cries out, fingers tangling in Suguru's hair.
"Fuck—Suguru—"
But Suguru doesn't speed up. He draws out each stroke, hollowing his cheeks, letting Gojo feel every ridge of his throat. He brings Gojo to the edge, then backs off again, until Gojo is a trembling mess, begging shamelessly.
"Please—please—let me cum—"
Suguru pulls off, lips slick, eyes dark with satisfaction. "You want to cum? Then tell me what you need."
"I need you to fuck me—please—"
"That's my good boy."
He slicks his cock. It's thick, curved, leaking, and lines up. Doesn't push in yet. He presses just the tip at Gojo's entrance, teasing, watching Gojo's face screw up with desperate need.
"Tell me again. Who makes you feel this good?"
"You—only you—fuck, Suguru, please—"
He slides in, slow and deep, savoring the way Gojo clenches around him. He fucks like a massage, like a worship, each thrust aimed at Gojo's prostate. He doesn't stop, doesn't change pace, until Gojo is sobbing, cumming untouched, body convulsing around Suguru's cock.
And even then, Suguru keeps moving. Gentler and easing him through it, whispering praise. "That's it. You did so well. Let me take care of you."
The pleasure dom's goal isn't just an orgasm. It's total surrender through overwhelming sensation.
The pleasure dom doesn't take, he gives. Relentlessly. His entire focus is on your body, your reactions, your gasps, your pleas. He learns every twitch, every sensitive spot, every sound you make when he hits the right angle.
Suguru has Gojo spread out on the bed, wrists loosely pinned above his head. Not restraining, just holding. A reminder of who's in control. His mouth traces down Gojo's chest, tongue circling a nipple, teeth grazing, until Gojo arches into him.
"You like that," Suguru murmurs against his skin. "But I'm not done yet."
He takes his time. Licks down Gojo's stomach, nuzzles into his hip, breathes hot over his cock. Gojo bucks, trying to chase the contact, but Suguru pulls back, smirking.
"Patience. I'm going to make you feel so good you forget your own name."
He wraps his lips around the head, tongue swirling, then takes Gojo deep, slow, deliberate, every inch a deliberate choice. He hums, vibrations traveling through Gojo's shaft, and Gojo cries out, fingers tangling in Suguru's hair.
"Fuck—Suguru—"
But Suguru doesn't speed up. He draws out each stroke, hollowing his cheeks, letting Gojo feel every ridge of his throat. He brings Gojo to the edge, then backs off again, until Gojo is a trembling mess, begging shamelessly.
"Please—please—let me cum—"
Suguru pulls off, lips slick, eyes dark with satisfaction. "You want to cum? Then tell me what you need."
"I need you to fuck me—please—"
"That's my good boy."
He slicks his cock. It's thick, curved, leaking, and lines up. Doesn't push in yet. He presses just the tip at Gojo's entrance, teasing, watching Gojo's face screw up with desperate need.
"Tell me again. Who makes you feel this good?"
"You—only you—fuck, Suguru, please—"
He slides in, slow and deep, savoring the way Gojo clenches around him. He fucks like a massage, like a worship, each thrust aimed at Gojo's prostate. He doesn't stop, doesn't change pace, until Gojo is sobbing, cumming untouched, body convulsing around Suguru's cock.
And even then, Suguru keeps moving. Gentler and easing him through it, whispering praise. "That's it. You did so well. Let me take care of you."
The pleasure dom's goal isn't just an orgasm. It's total surrender through overwhelming sensation.