@IceMcStab -- As soon as he could, he began to suck, with as much eagerness and hunger as he'd bitten the cut with.
Worshipping the same way he wounded, earning his master's pleasure with the same passion he'd taken his pain with.
@IceMcStab -- earn his master's attention, his involvement, his need. He had to earn the pleasure he'd be giving him.
And he knew that no one but him would ever be able to.
He swallowed around Hickey's cock and pulled back slightly so his length wasn't wedged in his throat anymore. --
@IceMcStab -- because he didn't /care/. They were going to leave when Bobby /wanted/ to leave.
He stared up at Hickey darkly, smiling when he succeeded in opening his trousers.
"I missed you. Let me blow you."
@IceMcStab -- fingers in the waistband of Cornelius' trousers, grazing against his skin as he worked open the button - as well as he could, with only the use of his fingertips from one of his hands.
All the while, he didn't take his eyes off of Hickey's face, disregarding what he'd said,--