Hidden Power - OZ - B/K
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cmk418Title: Hidden Power
Fandom: OZ
Characters: Beecher/Keller
Rating: Mature
A/N: Written for the prompt "bukkake/facial" at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
seasonofkink
The first time it happened it seemed like an accident. Chris had pulled out too fast and one last pulse of come landed on Toby's face. Toby started to move his hand instinctively to wipe at it, but Chris said, “No, no, wait.”
So Toby waited, knees aching from the hard floor of the cell, staring up at Chris. He imagined that he looked ridiculous, but what Chris said was, “You look beautiful.”
Chris rubbed a thumb across the affected spot, gathering what he could, and then pushed the thumb into Toby's mouth. Toby sucked it greedily, wanting to take every last bit of Chris that he could.
Chris smiled at him then, ruffled his hair, and helped him to his feet.
The second time Chris did it, Toby was more prepared. At least he thought he was. Prepared enough to keep his eyes closed as volleys of come seemed to rain down on him. Chris had tied one of Toby's shirts around his wrists to keep them behind his back. One hand rested on Toby's head, holding it in place as hot jizz splattered across his nose and cheeks. There might have been some on his forehead as well, he'd have to check the mirror later.
This time, Chris waited longer. The come started to dry, making Toby's face feel like a sticky mess.
“You look like a slut,” Chris said and Toby couldn't find it in him to argue. Then Chris bent down and whispered, “My slut,” and the words became an identity. He was marked as Chris'. If he walked out of this cell now, everyone would see.
Chris smiled again, pulled Toby to his feet and led him over to the sink. “Let's clean you up.” Toby caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror, wild-eyed, wrecked, and totally Keller's. He was almost disappointed to feel the coarse washcloth against his skin.
The third time, Toby didn't even get Chris' dick in his mouth. He knelt on the floor again, but this time, Chris jerked off in front of him. Toby followed the motion of Chris' hand as he stroked himself.
“So patient. Kneeling there, waiting for your reward. Do you think you deserve one? I could walk away right now and leave you there on your knees. Maybe I'd bring back a friend. Would you like that, Toby? A second cock to suck? Someone else's jizz on your face? Someone else marking you?”
“No, Chris. Just you.”
Chris smiled. “Good boy. Open your mouth,” Chris said and Toby complied.
Chris continued to pump his dick as beads of pre-come formed on the head. Toby licked his lips in anticipation. He wanted to lurch forward, to finish Chris off with his mouth, but he instinctively knew that any movement on his part would leave him unfulfilled. He closed his eyes and waited.
He sighed in relief as the first pulse of come fell on his upper lip. It took all his willpower not to lick it away. That wasn't part of Chris' game plan. Another stream fell across the bridge of his nose. Another on his forehead, followed by the feel of Chris' hot cock brushing over his left cheek and then his right, painting designs against his skin, then Chris was sliding inside his mouth and Toby sucked him to completion.
When they were finished, Chris got dressed. Toby remained on his knees.
“Clean yourself up,” Chris said and then left Toby alone in the cell.
Toby slowly got to his feet. Chris' words were meant to make him feel wretched, but they didn't succeed. He looked at himself in the mirror, Chris' come drying on his face, and smiled, feeling more powerful than he had in a long time.
Fandom: OZ
Characters: Beecher/Keller
Rating: Mature
A/N: Written for the prompt "bukkake/facial" at
seasonofkinkThe first time it happened it seemed like an accident. Chris had pulled out too fast and one last pulse of come landed on Toby's face. Toby started to move his hand instinctively to wipe at it, but Chris said, “No, no, wait.”
So Toby waited, knees aching from the hard floor of the cell, staring up at Chris. He imagined that he looked ridiculous, but what Chris said was, “You look beautiful.”
Chris rubbed a thumb across the affected spot, gathering what he could, and then pushed the thumb into Toby's mouth. Toby sucked it greedily, wanting to take every last bit of Chris that he could.
Chris smiled at him then, ruffled his hair, and helped him to his feet.
The second time Chris did it, Toby was more prepared. At least he thought he was. Prepared enough to keep his eyes closed as volleys of come seemed to rain down on him. Chris had tied one of Toby's shirts around his wrists to keep them behind his back. One hand rested on Toby's head, holding it in place as hot jizz splattered across his nose and cheeks. There might have been some on his forehead as well, he'd have to check the mirror later.
This time, Chris waited longer. The come started to dry, making Toby's face feel like a sticky mess.
“You look like a slut,” Chris said and Toby couldn't find it in him to argue. Then Chris bent down and whispered, “My slut,” and the words became an identity. He was marked as Chris'. If he walked out of this cell now, everyone would see.
Chris smiled again, pulled Toby to his feet and led him over to the sink. “Let's clean you up.” Toby caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror, wild-eyed, wrecked, and totally Keller's. He was almost disappointed to feel the coarse washcloth against his skin.
The third time, Toby didn't even get Chris' dick in his mouth. He knelt on the floor again, but this time, Chris jerked off in front of him. Toby followed the motion of Chris' hand as he stroked himself.
“So patient. Kneeling there, waiting for your reward. Do you think you deserve one? I could walk away right now and leave you there on your knees. Maybe I'd bring back a friend. Would you like that, Toby? A second cock to suck? Someone else's jizz on your face? Someone else marking you?”
“No, Chris. Just you.”
Chris smiled. “Good boy. Open your mouth,” Chris said and Toby complied.
Chris continued to pump his dick as beads of pre-come formed on the head. Toby licked his lips in anticipation. He wanted to lurch forward, to finish Chris off with his mouth, but he instinctively knew that any movement on his part would leave him unfulfilled. He closed his eyes and waited.
He sighed in relief as the first pulse of come fell on his upper lip. It took all his willpower not to lick it away. That wasn't part of Chris' game plan. Another stream fell across the bridge of his nose. Another on his forehead, followed by the feel of Chris' hot cock brushing over his left cheek and then his right, painting designs against his skin, then Chris was sliding inside his mouth and Toby sucked him to completion.
When they were finished, Chris got dressed. Toby remained on his knees.
“Clean yourself up,” Chris said and then left Toby alone in the cell.
Toby slowly got to his feet. Chris' words were meant to make him feel wretched, but they didn't succeed. He looked at himself in the mirror, Chris' come drying on his face, and smiled, feeling more powerful than he had in a long time.
