[ he can feel as well as see the tension in the man's body when he doubles down on his attentions, the way that Rex Lapis's thighs tense and his head turns away with the desire to hold in all the noises he's making. if Childe were a lesser person he might decide to go easy on him, because maybe this was and important phone call and maybe the mafia head did have to do business at this exact moment. perhaps it was even a matter of life or death and he was discussing the fate of some unfortunate lackey under his command, and here Childe was sucking him off without anyone being any the wiser.
but then he remembers the shitty reception he'd received. sure, it'd been well deserved, but the fact that Rex was so easily able to subdue him with a cheap trick like that didn't sit well with him. so he'll play with him a little longer.
there's still just enough of him out that anyone coming into the room might be able to see, so to avoid any unwanted detection Childe takes the opportunity to scoot himself completely under the desk so that not even the top of his tawny hair can be seen. a bit of maneuvering has him settling comfortably back between the mafia head's legs, and he braces both hands on his trousers as he angles up, letting his tongue loll out enough that the other's cock can pillow nicely on it.
his gaze never once leaves Rex Lapis's face, drinking in his expression and all his reactions and willing the other man to watch as he suddenly bounces his head down, taking him all the way to the root and feeling the head of his cock push snugly into his throat.
it's there that he holds him, swallowing, shuddering and trying not to choke. tears prick the corners of his eyes as the need to breath intensifies, but he only pulls off when he can feel his vision dimming and breathing becomes more of a struggle, sliding up in one smooth, controlled motion with a harsh sucking noise that ends in a wet pop when he pulls off the head. his other hand comes up to grip and pump the slick girth, the wet, obscene sound of skin over slick skin almost too-loud in the silence between Rex's words, and he dips his head down to take him in to his throat again with a low, guttural moan of approval.
whether or not Rex is looking doesn't matter; he's really getting into it, and he's hardly pushed himself halfway down his dick before he's rising again, falling into a steady, even rhythm of bobbing his head over his cock and thoroughly slicking it up with laps and curls of his tongue. there isn't a single inch of Rex's dick that isn't coated with saliva, not a single patch of skin left unkissed or unlicked, and the man can probably see for himself how attentive and thorough Childe is via how slick his cock is becoming under his ministrations. ]
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but then he remembers the shitty reception he'd received. sure, it'd been well deserved, but the fact that Rex was so easily able to subdue him with a cheap trick like that didn't sit well with him. so he'll play with him a little longer.
there's still just enough of him out that anyone coming into the room might be able to see, so to avoid any unwanted detection Childe takes the opportunity to scoot himself completely under the desk so that not even the top of his tawny hair can be seen. a bit of maneuvering has him settling comfortably back between the mafia head's legs, and he braces both hands on his trousers as he angles up, letting his tongue loll out enough that the other's cock can pillow nicely on it.
his gaze never once leaves Rex Lapis's face, drinking in his expression and all his reactions and willing the other man to watch as he suddenly bounces his head down, taking him all the way to the root and feeling the head of his cock push snugly into his throat.
it's there that he holds him, swallowing, shuddering and trying not to choke. tears prick the corners of his eyes as the need to breath intensifies, but he only pulls off when he can feel his vision dimming and breathing becomes more of a struggle, sliding up in one smooth, controlled motion with a harsh sucking noise that ends in a wet pop when he pulls off the head. his other hand comes up to grip and pump the slick girth, the wet, obscene sound of skin over slick skin almost too-loud in the silence between Rex's words, and he dips his head down to take him in to his throat again with a low, guttural moan of approval.
whether or not Rex is looking doesn't matter; he's really getting into it, and he's hardly pushed himself halfway down his dick before he's rising again, falling into a steady, even rhythm of bobbing his head over his cock and thoroughly slicking it up with laps and curls of his tongue. there isn't a single inch of Rex's dick that isn't coated with saliva, not a single patch of skin left unkissed or unlicked, and the man can probably see for himself how attentive and thorough Childe is via how slick his cock is becoming under his ministrations. ]