Mommy knows best

      “And who’s been a naughty boy today, hm?” Riko grips Kevin’s chin, and the man winces. Good – it should hurt.       “I’m sorry,” says Kevin, his eyes downcast. After a warning look from Riko, he quickly adds, “Mommy.”       Riko’s hold loosens, and he starts caressing Kevin’s cheek with his thumb. “Good boy,” he says, now tracing the ‘2’.       The praise and Riko’s attention make Kevin shift on his knees. The position must be uncomfortable by now since there’s nothing between Kevin’s knees and the floor – such things must be earned first.       “You’ve disappointed me.” Kevin cringes at Riko’s words. “What will you do to make it up to me?”       “Anything you want, Mommy,” answers Kevin quickly, straightening up.       Riko hides his smile at that and doesn’t say anything for a while to keep Kevin in suspense. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so fun, would it? Meanwhile, his mind wanders to the ideas on what to do next. Should he leave Kevin on his knees? Or maybe tie him up on the bed and have his way with the man? Should he torture him with denial or make Kevin beg Riko to stop touching him? The possibilities are endless.       Riko leans back in the armchair and makes himself comfortable. Chin on his hand, he looks down on Kevin with raised eyebrows. “Well? I’m waiting,” he says in a bored voice, masking the excitement bubbling inside.       Kevin shuffles closer on his knees, so that he’s sitting between Riko’s legs, his face nearly touching Riko’s crotch. He reaches out towards the zipper but stops himself at the last second.        “May I, Mommy?” Kevin’s eyes are pleading, their green accentuated by the eyeliner Riko put on him earlier. What can he say, he likes his pets pretty.       “You may, sweet thing.” Riko pets Kevin’s soft hair. It has gotten longer since they’ve graduated, the hair tips now reaching Kevin’s jaw. It comes in handy when Riko wants to grab it.       The first touch of Kevin’s lips makes Riko shudder in pleasure. It’s been way too long since they’ve indulged themselves like this. Riko grips Kevin’s hair when he feels the man trying to swallow him whole already.       “Slow down,” Riko says.       There’s an incoherent mumble that sounds close to ‘Sorry, Mommy.’ The vibrations send sparks of pleasure along Riko’s cock, and he nearly moans.       Kevin resumes his work, this time at a slower pace, making sure that he gives attention to every inch of Riko’s length. The teasing licks and the slow drag of the lips are the sweetest torture. Spit covers Kevin’s mouth and chin, glistening in the evening light. He looks perfect.       When Riko feels that he’s nearing the edge, he grips Kevin’s hair and starts fucking his mouth. Kevin gags, his throat spasming around the cock, but Riko ignores it. He shoves down his length one last time before he tips over the edge, cumming down Kevin’s throat. The man chokes and tries to move away, but the hold on his hair is too strong.        When Riko is done, he takes Kevin’s mouth off of his cock, basking in the afterglow. Yes, they definitely should do this more often. Especially now, when they live together and have their privacy.       Kevin tries to gain his breath back, and nearly spits out Riko’s come, but fortunately, Riko covers his mouth just in time. ‘Ungrateful brat’ is the first thought that comes to mind.       “Swallow,” he says sternly and puts his other hand on Kevin’s throat.       Teary-eyed, Kevin looks at Riko pleadingly, but he should know by now that it won’t get him far. Maybe another lesson is in order in the future.       Riko feels Kevin swallow, the movement followed by a cough.       “Good boy.” The praise makes Kevin squirm in place.       When Riko looks down on Kevin’s crotch, he immediately grins. “Are you hard from sucking off your Mommy’s cock, baby?” He starts rubbing the length with his foot, forcing out a moan from Kevin.       “Mommy, please.” Kevin looks up pleadingly. “Touch me.” He holds himself rigidly, trying really hard not to move.       “Greedy boy,” Riko says teasingly. “I am touching you.” The whine Kevin lets out is so sweet that it makes Riko ache for more. And why should he deny himself the fun?       All the touch stops, and Kevin looks up questioningly. Too bad that he’s already forgotten his crimes, but fortunately Riko remembers.       “Maybe I’ll let you come”— Kevin’s joy is quickly squashed by Riko’s next words —” next week. If you’re good.” The crestfallen look does nothing to quell Riko’s desire.       After all, there’s nothing better than someone desperate for you, in his opinion.