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“Please…“ Bode begged on his knees, arms behind his back and eyes fixed on Cal’s instead of his cock like a good boy. Cal was having too much fun, watching Bode beg for him. Watching his eyes water with desire and desperation. The devotion in being good for Cal. Bode was a strong man, with a strong personality. But when it came to Cal and tasting him, he became a nervous obedient wreck.
“Please what? I don't understand…you have to be more clear with your words” Cal answered tilting up his chin while touching his groin. “Is this what you want?”
Bode nodded, daring to get closer to his crotch to lay his head there.
“I said…words. I know you can do it…tell me what you want.” Cal insisted moving Bode's head back gently, earning a moan. Fingers caressing jet-black hair.
“Scrapper…I want you. I want to put my mouth on your dick. Please, Cal.”
Cal couldn't help but smile. “Good boy. Such a good boy for me” he echoed in their shared bond in the force. One hand of Cal’s tentatively opened his zipper, gasping when his cock was finally free. He was already hard and leaking even when he was the one doing the teasing. Bode didn't wait a second to put his mouth on him, working on him like a hungry man with glossy eyes staring at Cal’s face with such fondness.
Now Cal was the one begging for more of that instead.