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There isn’t a proper place to handcuff Pavel in the bathtub, so Khan has to settle for ordering, “Stay.”
And Pavel’s so obedient that it’ll probably work, but Khan would’ve still liked to chain his little Russian boytoy down. Pavel blinks up at Khan innocently, sitting in the white tub on his ass, hands handcuffed only to each other, resting on his lap. He’s leaning against the end and his feet are flat on either side of the drain, knees bent and spread. He’s chewing his bottom lip cutely, and he mumbles, “John, I do not zhink zhis will really—Ah!” He’s cut off in a sharp, high pitched cry, eyes closing, as Khan’s first load shoots out right over his face, and Khan, chuckling, tilts his cock down and keeps pumping.
They’re both naked in the bathroom of his apartment, and even though he’s never told Pavel that he’s an augment, he’s sure his little boy-genius will figure it out; no regular man would be able to come so much in one load. It covers Pavel’s face and drizzles right down his cheeks, and Khan splatters Pavel’s chest and lap, even drenching his thighs right up to his knees. Khan pumps and pumps and moans, until he’s shaking out the last drops, and Pavel’s covered in a mess of sticky, white patches. He whimpers, and Khan warns, “Don’t spit.”
Pavel nods submissively and smacks his lips, swallowing and trying to lick what he can off his face. Khan’s still pumping himself, still hard. One of the many, many joys of his superior genes. Fast recovery, incredible stamina. Very fertile. Virile. He’s had fun taking Pavel for multiple rounds before, but tonight he wants to see Pavel nearly drowning in his cum, and it might take a while, but he knows he’ll get there. Pavel knows better than to try and escape or clean himself off, so he simply clears his lips enough to breathe, and he glances over at Khan’s cock.
He’s such a good boyfriend. He even leans over, sticking out his tongue, looking up for permission before he goes all the way. Khan nods benevolently, hand still going, but he doesn’t stroke all the way to the end now. He’s standing right next to the tub, and Pavel leans over to suckle on the tip.
As soon as Khan’s about to come a second time—which isn’t difficult when he’s determined like this; he has complete control of his body—he jerks Pavel back by the hair. For once, he isn’t going to cum in those pretty curls—he needs them for a handle. Instead, he aims at Pavel’s lap again, so it spills over, slipping down his hips, drenching his front. Pavel asks while it hits him, squirming and moaning, “Should I open my hole so some can get in?”
“Not yet,” Khan grunts, hosing him down. By the time Khan’s done, it’s like Pavel’s wearing a blanket, and it slips down his body slowly, slick around his nipples and his lips and the tip of his cock, trying to peek out. “But I will have you get on your hands and knees so I can get your back.”
Pavel nods like a good boy and listens to his master, climbing forward. He arches his back just like he knows Khan likes it, sticking out his ass, and he asks, “May I take a real bazh awter?”
“No, you’ll lick it all up,” Khan hisses, exuding all his power and feeling nothing short of incredible. “I’m going to come all over you until this tub is filled, and then you’re going to bathe in my cum like the filthy fucktoy you are, and then you’re going to have it all for dinner and tell me how much you love it.”
Pavel bites his lip and bats his lashes and mumbles, “Yes, Commander,” like a thing right out of a dream. And he whines when the next batch hits him, but he leans up into the spray like he’s never had anything better. His pink cock hangs between his legs, hard and full, capped with a little cockring, because the cum he eats will be all Khan’s. He croons the entire time Khan’s coming on him.
Then he drops back down to his side, rolling in it like a puppy and displaying his chest beautifully, mouth open like he wants to catch some. His legs are spread eagerly, and he watches Khan jerk himself to the next round, begging, “You will let me suck you at some point, yes?”
“When I get near the end and need it,” Khan chuckles. “For now, just lie there and be beautiful.”
Which Pavel’s already doing. Pavel sighs, “Yes, Master,” and settles in for a good night of being owned.