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The sight of Barry lunging forward to nuzzle hungrily at Corbin’s erection goes right to his dick, making Hawke lick his lips and murmur out a Good boy. He never imagined he’d enjoy seeing Barry with someone else, but this has been... incredible. Hypnotic. He never wants to stop watching.

“There are lots of ways to use his mouth,” Hawke explains warmly, backing up to the nearby chair and sitting down. He keeps the leash tight in his hand, but there’s ample room for Barry and Corbin to do what they do. “ with the vibrating, he can get you off in just a few minutes. But if you decide to really take your time, you’d be amazed at how much he gets off on it. It’s too bad you can’t enjoy both.”

He looks the boy up and down. Hawke isn’t sure how old he is, but he himself remembers being that young, and how little recovery time he needed. It’s a greedy thought, but he really can’t get enough of watching people fuck Barry’s mouth.

Corbin pulls his fingers away, and Barry hears the telltale rustle of fabric shifting and puddling on the floor. He leans further forward, straining the length of his leash, but it's worth it when he feels the warm velvet head of a cock against his lips.

Barry moans, pulling it into his mouth immediately to lave at with long drags of his tongue. Held tight by the leash, he can't get far, but he dearly hopes that Corbin will have mercy on him and shift closer. Barry taps the vibrating tip of his tongue against the sensitive underside of his head to persuade him.

Okay wow, he really did like sucking dick, didn't he? Corbin hadn't expected Barry to be this into it, but that was really damn hot. He slides his hands back through Barry's hair, moving forward enough that he can slide the whole length in. His dick wasn't anything to write home about, but it got the job done, and if Barry liked it then that was just fine. He gasped when the vibrating tongue settled under his head, his hips shoving forward. "Damn... Oh fuck sweetheart, that was good of you." His hips moved as he gently thrust into Barry's face, not forceful just... just there. "Not too much or you're gonna have me finish up too quick. Wanna take my time a bit." He could recover, yes, could always go another round, but he didn't want to have to just yet. He wanted to watch Barry fuck his mouth on his cock, to feel that wet heat and the way he sucked on him, the way his tongue could vibrate.

Edited 2019-10-04 05:39 (UTC)

In no hurry for this to end, Barry stops vibrating at once, lashes fluttering beneath his blindfold for the weight of Corbin on his tongue. They've barely begun, but Corbin sounds young and as eager as Barry feels, quick with his praise and even quicker to slide deep into Barry's mouth. He bobs his head, fucking his mouth on his cock with generous suction, though what Barry dearly wants is for Corbin to take him by the neck or fistfuls of hair and make him take it, fill his mouth and even his throat again and again, until Barry's breaths are short and stolen and his blindfold wet with tears.

Corbin's not used to the idea of someone enjoying getting their throat fucked, which means that he's going to treat Barry like he'd want, which is definitely not fucking his throat. He does run his fingers through his hair, rocking his hips forward because even without the vibrations Barry obviously knows what he's doing. "Fuck, there, god you're good at this." He'll push in as deep as it seems Barry wants to take it, staring for a second as his whole cock disappears down his throat with a quiet, whispered "Damn."

"You have no idea," Hawke purrs, cock filling at the sight before him. "Maybe if he earns it we can take the blindfold off. It'd be a shame for you to never see those big doe eyes all wet with tears."

He starts to stroke his cock, long and hard against his leg, through his pants. Idly touching, stroking through the fabric as he watches Barry suck Corbin's cock.

Corbin's cock hits the back of his throat, and Barry groans, flesh pressed white against the bonds of the rope as he strains forward to take even more. He swallows around him, beginning to stain the blindfold with the dark spread of tears almost called into being by Garrett's words, but Barry pays them no mind. His world is the length of cock in his mouth, the velvet weight of it against his tongue, the way it fills his throat when he leans as far as he can go. Every bruising thrust seems to slide down his spine, his own cock full and twitching each time he takes Corbin deep.

"Fuck" Corbin breathes the word out, his hips jerking forward of their own accord as Barry swallows around him. He pulls his cock almost all the way out, slides his hands through Barry's hair and gives an experimental shove of his hips, did he really like that? If he did... well Corbin liked giving people what they wanted. And Barry sounded like he liked that, so he did it again, still a nicer fucking than someone might give, but he's also thrusting in his mouth as deep as he'll go, groaning as his tight throat swallows around him. "Fuck..." He looks over at Hawke and sees how he's enjoying the show, and this is a bit fucked up in his limited experience, but sure. It's all good, and he turns his focus back to Barry, thrusting in as deep as he can, even if, given the size of Hawke, he's suddenly sure Barry can take a lot more than he can give him.

Hawke doesn't have a lot to contribute, except to stare hungrily, color rising in his cheeks. Every reaction on Corbin's face feels so familiar, like watching a video of himself fucking Barry's mouth- the shock from the vibrations, that aroused awe at how easily Barry takes it, deep groans from the man's eager desire.

"How does he feel?" he asks Corbin, not wanting to be forgotten just yet. "Barry, love, next time he goes down your throat, show him how good you can feel."

He wants to see how Corbin takes it- the moment Barry's throat vibrates around the entire length of his cock.

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