Page 22 of Mafia King

Moments later, Theo is fully hard. His cock isn’t as big as Nikolai’s, but the way it throbs tells Nikolai that size isn’t everything.

Nikolai settles in and pleasures Theo with deliberate focus—long strokes of his tongue along Theo’s shaft, then teasing and tormenting his dick head as it pulses to every touch. Soon enough, Nikolai has Theo’s cock in his mouth, sucking and working his tongue to expert effect.

When Nikolai turns his attention back to the reddened curves of his ass, he spreads Theo’s cheeks gently and lets his tongue trace the sensitive skin there as well, alternating between cock and ass until Theo is trembling beneath him.

“I’m going to… again,” Theo moans.

Theo hips push back against Nikolai’s mouth. Soft, broken sounds spill from the boy as Nikolai keeps the pace steady and relentless.

Nikolai does not stop until his body tightens and Theo cums a second time, his cry muffled against the couch cushions, thighs shaking around his head as he shoots a hot load of cum into Nikolai’s mouth…

“Fuckkkk!” Theo groans, a final shot of salty, thick cum entering Nikolai’s hungry mouth.

Only then does he ease Theo onto his back.

Theo looks up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. Nikolai stands just long enough to unbuckle his belt and push his trousers and underwear down. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the head already glistening.

“Open wide,” Nikolai demands. “Daddy wants his satisfaction too.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Theo replies, submissive and under his control.

Nikolai remains standing at the edge of the couch. Theo understands without being told. He shifts forward, takes him in his hand, and then in his mouth.

The first wet heat of his lips around him draws a low sound from Nikolai’s chest. He watches Theo work, one hand resting lightly in his hair, not forcing, simply holding.

Theo takes him deeper, tongue moving along the underside, his free hand stroking what he cannot fit. The sight of the young man—still marked from his hand, the platinum bracelet glinting on his wrist as he services him—pushes the last of his restraint aside.

Nikolai lets Theo set the rhythm until the pressure builds too high to ignore.

Nikolai thrusts his cock back and forth, Theo’s gags and splutters only driving him to work the boy harder, push him to his limit.

When Nikolai cums it is with a controlled groan, his hips stilling as he swallows around him. Theo stays with him until the last pulse fades, then eases back, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

They settle together on the couch once more, both of them quiet, the air heavy with the scent of sex and the residual heat of what they have just done.

Theo’s voice breaks the silence first...

“I know this isn’t your real place.”

Nikolai chuckles, low and genuine. He turns his head to look at Theo.

“I know you know,” Nikolai says. “I saw it on your face the moment you walked through the door.”

The boy studies Nikolai for a moment, the shrewd assessment he has already come to expect from him still present even after two orgasms and a freshly spanked ass.

“Who are you… really?” Theo asks.

Nikolai’s expression remains calm. He reaches out and brushes a strand of dark hair from his cheek with the back of his fingers.

“I’ll reveal all in time,” he says. “But that kind of trust has to be earned.”

Nikolai stands, adjusting his clothes, then offers the boy a hand. Theo takes it and lets him pull him to his feet. Theo tugs his jeans and briefs back into place while he watches, the red marks on his ass still visible until the denim covers them.

“It’s time for us to go,” Nikolai says.

Theo glances around the empty apartment one last time.

“Where?”