Chapter 78 78: Captain's Orders
Saint's thumb traced the seam of Baby's lips, slow and deliberate. "Open."
Baby obeyed without hesitation, parting his lips just enough for Saint to slide the smooth, tapered end of the plug between them. The black silicone warmed instantly against Baby's tongue.
"Get it wet," Saint ordered, voice rough velvet. "Show me how good that pretty mouth still is."
Baby's eyes fluttered half-closed as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks, letting saliva coat the plug in slow, obscene drags. The soft metallic clink of the handcuffs accompanied every tiny shift of his wrists behind his back. He moaned around the toy—low, needy—and the vibration travelled straight to Saint's cock.
When the plug glistened, slick and dripping
, Saint pulled it free with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva connected Baby's bottom lip to the tip for one filthy second before it broke.
"Turn around," Saint said. "Hands on the door. Ass out."
Baby pivoted, pressing his cuffed wrists against the wood above his head, forehead resting on his forearms. The silk pyjama pants rode low on his hips, exposing the dimples at the base of his spine. Saint hooked two fingers into the waistband and dragged them down in one smooth motion, letting the fabric pool at Baby's ankles.
He dropped to his knees behind him.
Baby's breath hitched when he felt the first hot exhale ghost over his skin. Then Saint's hands—big, sure—spread him open.
No teasing preamble.
Saint licked a long, flat stripe from Baby's perineum straight up to the tight furl of his hole. Baby jolted, a choked sound ripping out of him. Saint did it again—slower this time—circling the rim with the point of his tongue before pressing inside, wet and insistent.
"Fuck—Saint—"
Saint growled against him, the sound vibrating through Baby's core. He ate him like he was starving, tongue fucking in shallow thrusts, then flattening to lap broad and greedy. Baby's thighs trembled; his hips rocked back instinctively, chasing more. The handcuffs rattled against the door with every desperate little grind.
When Baby was slick and open, panting, Saint finally pulled back. He pressed the warmed, saliva-slick plug against Baby's entrance.
"Relax for me," he murmured, kissing the small of Baby's back. "Let me in."
Baby exhaled shakily. The plug breached him—slow, inexorable pressure—and then sank deeper, the weight of it settling inside until the soft fur of the tail brushed the backs of his thighs.
Saint gave the base a gentle tug, just to feel Baby clench around it.
"Goddamn," Saint breathed, voice wrecked. "Look at you, a fucking sight"
He stood, pulled his pants down and pressed the full length of his body along Baby's back, cock hard and leaking against the cleft of his ass, right beside the swaying tail. One hand wrapped around to grip Baby's throat—not choking, just holding—while the other slid down to fist Baby's cock.
Baby was already dripping, the head flushed dark and slick.
Saint stroked him once, root to tip, then dropped back to his knees.
"Turn around for me, baby," he commanded hoarsely.
With shaky legs, Baby obeyed.
"Fuck," Saint groaned, slamming his lips on Baby's a fiery hot kiss.
Baby moaned into Saint's mouth, tongue-fucking him.
"I fucking love you," Saint pulled Baby's bottom lip between his teeth before lowering himself again.
This time he took Baby into his mouth without warning—deep, wet, no preamble. Baby's knees nearly buckled.
"Saint—fuck—oh god—Yes—"
Saint sucked hard, tongue swirling under the head, then took him to the back of his throat and held. At the same time, he reached back and began to fuck Baby with the tail—slow, deliberate thrusts that matched the rhythm of his mouth.
Every time he pushed the plug in, Baby's cock jerked against his tongue.
Every time he pulled it almost all the way out, Baby sobbed.
Saint worked him in perfect tandem: hot suction on his cock, thick pressure inside, the soft fur brushing sensitive skin with every thrust. Baby's legs shook so badly that Saint had to brace one hand on his hip to keep him upright.
"You're mine," Saint rasped around Baby's length before swallowing him again. "Say it."
"Yours—fuck—yours—Saint please—"
Saint hummed approval, the vibration ripping another broken moan from Baby's throat. He sped up—mouth and hand and tail moving faster, harder—until Baby was trembling on the edge, every muscle locked tight.
"Come," Saint ordered, popping off just long enough to growl the command against the slick head. "I want to feel you clench around your tail. Come with my mouth on your cock. Let me taste how much you belong to me."
Baby shattered.
His hips snapped forward, spilling hot and thick across Saint's tongue while the plug was buried deep, grinding right against his prostate. The orgasm rolled through him in violent waves; he sobbed Saint's name, handcuffs clattering, thighs shaking so hard Saint had to hold him up.
When the last tremor finally eased, Saint gently pulled the plug free, kissed the small of Baby's back, then stood.
He unlocked the cuffs with careful fingers, massaging the red marks on Baby's wrists before turning him around.
Baby's eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. He looked utterly wrecked—and completely soft in a way he never let anyone else see.
Saint cupped his face and kissed him slowly, deeply, letting Baby taste himself on his tongue.
"I think we can sleep now," Saint murmured against his mouth. "Are you okay?" his voice was the gentlest.
Baby smiled—small, sleepy, devastating.
"I'm more than okay... but you on the other hand," He trued slipping his hand into Saint's pants but was stopped.
"You need to sleep. Bed, now," Saint ordered.
"Captain's orders?" Baby whispered.
Saint grinned, "Captain's orders."
He scooped Baby up—legs around his waist, arms looping around his neck—and carried him the last few steps to the bed.
"I love you," He whispered into Baby's ear as he hugged him to his body on the bed, "I really do, baby, never doubt that." He kissed the side of Baby's neck.
Baby sighed, hugging Saint's arm that was draped over him, "I love you just as much, Kross." He brought Saint's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, caressing Saint's thumb.
Saint smiled, hugging Baby closer as he closed his eyes.
However, he suddenly grunted and opened his eyes as his cock jerked violently in response to Baby sucking his thumb into his mouth.
"God — Baby, don't," Saint rasped, slowly drawing his thumb out of Baby's mouth.
"Please? I'll sleep better," Baby murmured sleepily.
Saint cursed under his breath, "Baby, you're getting me so hard down there. It's going to be difficult to sleep –"
"Then let me suck it instead, please? I'll really sleep better if I suck on something." He turned, his eyes pleading suggestively.