There’s a thick trail of saliva dribbling down the corners of his mouth, down to his chin. Jake breathes through his nose, the scent of musk and salty cum all that fills his senses as he gags around the cock in his mouth, thick and pulsing.

He doesn’t even know how long he’d been in this same position, knees planted firmly on the floor and hands curled tightly around the meat of Heeseung’s thighs as the latter uses him for his own pleasure.

But he knows it’s been long enough that his knees are tingling numb, enough drool has leaked down his chin until it stained his skin, and his jaw is so sore it can hardly adjust to taking Heeseung’s cock to the back of his throat.

Heeseung’s cum had painted his face like melted ice cream before, it’s on his chest too, the fabric of his new favorite sweatshirt stained and the salty taste lingers on his tongue even when he pulls away at times. “You look so pretty” Heeseung coos, a slight whiney edge to his voice towards the end, fingers carding through Jake’s messy dark hair affectionately. “So pretty with my cock inside your cute mouth.”

It makes him whine, Jake whimpers in his place as Heeseung scratches his scalp along with the praise. He coos, thumb pressed on the swell of Jake’s cheek where his cock dents. “Just one more time for me, huh? Can you do that, baby?”

He is unyielding, Heeseung has always been the type to be hungry for more. And Jake doesn’t mind it one bit because he’s the same. The weight of Heeseung’s cock in his mouth was intoxicating, enough to make him whine whenever Heeseung would pull out once in a while just to tease.

“Poor baby,” He’d croon, rubbing his thick head on Jake’s puffy, wet lips with bated breaths, “You want my cock this much?”

And Jake would nod his head eagerly, like a puppy waiting for treats and he’d loll his tongue out to lap at the same flushed tip shyly, like a kitten would with slow licks.

“Such a good boy,” Heeseung praises again, fingers tracing the soft black fur of his ear piece which are settled on Jake’s head. He smiles, playing with the small bell, “This suits you so much, especially now that you’re on your knees for me. The perfect little kitty for me, aren’t you?”

Jake whines, rubbing his thighs and pressing the heel of his palm on the painful hardness that had been straining the material of his denim since long. He hadn’t been able properly to touch himself even once, not even a subtle little flick of his hand down to his own cock and Jake knows he’s probably drenched his clothes with pre-cum now.

It’s been too long since he’d started blowing Heeseung and it’s been too long since he’d been hard. Jake pushes his palm firmer in search of relief, whining incessantly more around the cock in his mouth.

Heeseung’s fingers on his scalp don’t stop too, scratching behind his ear and nape, encouraging even and as if he’s a cat. “S’good, just perfect.”

The bell tinkles as Jake pulls off with another whine, to take a long gulp of air. A string of spit connects from his puffy, ruby red lips to the head of Heeseung’s dick. It’s lewd and dirty and salacious but Jake is obsessed with the sight, and unabashedly so is Heeseung as the latter wipes the ribbon away with a gentle but firm thumb.

Jake swallows meekly, there are tears pricking his eyes from the ache in his jaw. Heeseung slips his finger under his chin and tilts his head up, eyes now swarming with affection. “You’re so pretty.” He gushes, swiping a thumb over the flushed skin of his cheeks and Jake basically preens under his words.

He dazedly smiles, tries to atleast and the sight of Heeseung’s reciprocated fondness is gratifying in every sense. Heeseung presses a thumb on his bottom lip, murmuring, “Think you can continue? Are you okay with that?”

Jake’s grip fastens into his thighs and he eagerly nods, “Y-yes,” he croaks, throat burning, “’m fine. I promise.” He doesn’t even sound like himself anymore, as if rocks are settled on his vocal chords.

Heeseung smiles softly at that. He leans down to slot their lips together, tongue swiping over the roof of Jake’s mouth briefly and the fact that Heeseung is probably doing this to just taste himself on Jake’s tongue sends an unprecedented surge of energy to simmer beneath his sticky, hot skin.

Heeseung leans back on the chair again afterwards, resting his cheek against his fist, and then shrugs at Jake impassively, “Go on, baby,” as though he never even checked on his state or kissed him stupid, and as if Jake is nothing but a dispensable toy at his mercy.

It trickles his bones with thrill, annoyance, and arousal. Jake swallows thickly, throat feeling like it’s on fire before he grips onto the hardness again, Heeseung hot and heavy on his palms before tilting his head to lick a few stripes up and around it. He makes sure to keep eye contact as he trails back up to the head and suckles on it, tongue tip flicking over the slit and pushing the skin around, drinking in the sight of Heeseung’s blown out eyes and clenched jaw with pride.

“S’good, baby, so good.” Jake hums, eyes closing as he finally sinks his mouth further back onto his cock, feeling the head tap against the back of his throat. He gags a little and everything stings, but it’s completely worth it when he hears the fluttered breath exhaled through Heeseung’s nose.

"That’s it,” He encourages, “My good little fucking doll.” And then every other word that drips fashion to liquor from his mouth glides down Jake’s spine with more eagerness. “You ready to take my cum down your throat again, hm? Because you’re so good to me aren’t you? Aren’t you, baby?”

Jake is. He is always going to be good for Heeseung. Let Heeseung take him anyway he wants, and take anything that Heeseung gives him.

Because that’s what he’s made for. To take everything and anything that Heeseung gives him, like a good boy always obedient to his master. He’ll be loyal, he’ll be pliant, all for Heeseung.

And somewhere along his blubber of words, Heeseung’s hand finds Jake’s hair again, tugging on the soft strands until there’s burn on his scalp and tears spilling from his eyes. Jake gasps and whines, letting his jaw loose as Heeseung starts bucking his hips, using his mouth any way he wants. Jake just sits there, knees throbbing and fingernails dug hard on Heeseung’s thighs, taking it just like he always does.

His other hand digs dipper and dipper into his own arousal, so close to his own orgasm. Just a little more, just a push and—

Heeseung’s hand tightens on his nape, far too determined to be gentle and Jake has a second to register the implications of it before he’s shoved down on the elder’s pelvis, wetness coating the bruised, soft insides of his throat. It fills him completely, all at once, in spurts and in abundance, as it coats his glands white and it’s everything Jake needed, plus the way Heeseung forces him to take and take, so much that it brings him to his own orgasm in seconds.

Jake whines low in his burning throat, eyes stinging with tears and spine shuddering as his body convulses with the euphoria of his release, veins singing and mind buzzing. He pulls away with a whimper, chin slick with cum and saliva, face flushed and hair rumpled, and the front of his pants all wet and sticky from his unadulterated release. Jake knows he looks debauched, wrecked even.

And he doesn’t mind it. Not when the hand on his hair, initially harsh and possessive, now strokes his scalp in loving, gentle caresses.

“Good boy.” Heeseung’s sweet voice sings and Jake purrs in delight, leaning his head down to rest on the elder’s sturdy thigh to take a breath. His eyelids feel heavy and jaw hurts from the onslaught, but Jake feels sated as Heeseung continues to sing praises to him, petting and treating him like a cat.

Jake loves being Heeseung’s cat.

“Always so good for me.” He feels a kiss on his sweaty temple, then on his cheek and Jake smiles. “My good boy.”