I fisted Axel’s dick and stroked slowly, feeling how hot and pulsing he was. He moaned lowly, opening his eyes and looking at me.

“Is this okay?” I asked softly.

“Anything you… do… is okay,” he managed, his voice like gravel. “I just… need… re-relief.”

I nodded, stroking him faster, before I stopped. Axel gasped, his eyes flying open.

“Relax,” I said as I got to my knees between his legs, not caring about what he said about precious things not getting on their knees—and he doesn't seem to care either—and leaning down to lick his weeping crown.

Axel’s hip buckled, a low groan rumbling in his throat. I pushed...