“I think you may want,” he huffed in Brody’s ear, “to call in sick tomorrow.”
The words did not register as having meaning at first. Brody was floating in a sea of blissful ache and frustration. He knew it was Gavin, his master’s, voice and he knew that it was a question, which meant he needed to respond. Brody tried to answer but found that he had no voice to answer with. His throat was raw from screaming, grunting, begging, and deep-throating.
And then he was back in the moment. Sir was on top of him, plowing Brody’s whole body into the bedding with each powerful thrust of his hips. He was moaning like a whore, his whole body quivering and drenched in sweat. His senses were addled from a day spent in subspace and every inch of his body felt energized. Every inch, except for his cock and balls which ached longingly within the confines of their cage, seeping precum as though it would never stop.
Gavin was right, even now he felt almost totally drained, unable to even prop himself up to support his Master’s lusty lovemaking. Fuck, he hoped he wasn’t proving too much of a disappointment at this point. He wanted to thrust back eagerly against the larger man, whose sweat and scent seemed to surround him.
His Master seemed to read Brody’s internal dialog. “You’ve done well today, Brody, and tomorrow it will be my turn to take care of you.”
Brody melted into the blankets, grinning oafishly and blushing. He really was that easy to read? He was so wrapped up in warm thoughts of Gavin that he almost didn’t notice the bucking of his Master’s cock within him and the warm gush that followed.
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D'awww, mushy post-BDSM lovemakings.
I haven’t drawn an actual sex pic in years, so on a random tangent I did. That turned out to be too vanilla, so … I spiced up the pic
Very awkward poses to draw, but I think I got them to mesh properly.



