Kinktober2023 Day 29: Edging/Orgasm Denial + Masturbation
A Guiding Hand
for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis
contains: hand-jobs, dom/sub, cis/trans, angel/demon
Pride scrolled through his phone, half paying attention to the app on his screen. Lounging in bed was his primary activity, pillows stacked up at his back, because he wouldn’t even be upright if they weren’t. Eyes glazed over, he soaked in this opportunity to relax.
Justice, on the other hand, definitely wasn’t relaxing.
While his right hand flicked over his screen, Pride’s left hand rested on his lover’s arm, occasionally jostled by the quick movements he made over his cock. Flat on his back, Justice bucked his hips into his fist, cock streaming pre-cum over his fingers. He whined for his own touch, voice climbing higher and higher with every stroke, chasing his desperate release.
Not looking up, Pride put his hand flat on his chest. “Stop,” he ordered.
With a broken sob, Justice froze. He took his trembling hand off his cock, abandoning his pleasure. He folded his lips, eyes rolling high into his skull while he forced his orgasm back down. Pride lowered his phone, smiling down at him piteously.
“That’s three,” he counted. He leaned over to kiss him lightly. “Good boy.”
Chest heaving, Justice opened his mouth. “I c-can’t,” he breathed.
“Can’t what? Can’t go again?”
He shook his head, looking close to tears. Pride gave him another kiss, catching his shaky breath in his open mouth. It was a bit more indulgent than he meant to be, but he couldn’t help it. The waves of lust rolling off Justice and onto his tongue addled his brain, and he’d been tasting it for ages. All he could do was stare at his phone, punch-drunk off his unrealized sin. When Pride broke the kiss, Justice staring up at him with wide, pleading eyes didn’t help his self-control.
“I bet you want to come now, don’t you?” he asked. Justice managed a whine, weakly reaching for him with a sticky hand. Pride caught it with a chuckle, locking their fingers and spreading the slick pre-cum. “Do you want some help?”
Justice swallowed hard, nodding quickly. Pride tossed his phone aside and shuffled down the bed, keeping their hands locked on the way. Between his legs, Pride took a breathless moment to admire his overworked cock. Shining from tip to base, pre-cum leaked over his shaft, dripped over his balls, and kept flowing fresh. Flushed a darker brown than Pride had ever seen, it drew a slight curve back to his stomach. Justice breathed deeply in and out, no doubt overwhelmed by the pleasure he’d been forcing out of it at Pride’s behest. He was so hard, a single touch might bring him over the edge. Not that he’d be allowed to cross it.
“Look at you,” Pride said softly. “You deserve a little help for being such a good boy for me.”
The promise alone was enough to draw out a whine. Justice gazed down his body forlornly, begging with his eyes if not his words. Taking his time, Pride unpeeled their joined fingers one by one. He molded Justice’s hand to his liking, and slotted it back around his cock in a loose fist. That simple touch made him choke, cock twitching in anticipation.
“Does that feel good?” Pride asked, closing his own hand over Justice’s fist. Before he got a response, he started to stroke, guiding his hand slowly up and down. “Hm? Do you like that?”
Justice replied with a wordless moan, already shifting on the bed, arching his back off the sheets, for barely a tease. Pride watched his face as much as his cock, basking in the thick eroticism he’d coaxed out. Each gentle stroke made Justice as desperate as a fast one, and his body responded in kind.
“Oh, I think you do like that,” Pride said, squeezing his hand through the stroke. “You’d like anything I did to you right now.”
He steered Justice’s hand along his cock, root to tip. At the top, he made sure his hand closed slightly over his head, and every downstroke landed harder than the last. After being denied three orgasms, Justice was frantic, digging his heels into the mattress and keening up at the ceiling. Pride allowed his hand to move slightly faster, kicking up the pace to average.
“Think about how good it’s going to feel when you come. Won’t that be so good?” Justice sobbed a moan, and Pride snickered. “Not until I say so. Remember to be good.”
All he could do was chew his lip and nod, whining behind his teeth. It was incredible to see how much he could take, to drive his body to its limits. Pride had done it so many times, and it never stopped being deliriously sexy. Following his orders without question made it doubly so, Justice putting his free will on the line for Pride’s entertainment. And there was so much he could do to entertain himself.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” he said, “but I think you can be better.” Justice opened his eyes, panting and confused—and a little nervous, Pride noted. It made his gut clench, but he swallowed it down. “Good boys use their manners, Justice.”
Pride guided his hand down hard. Justice snapped his hips and cried out to the world, forced to stroke his cock faster. The waterfall of pre-cum made it tortuously easy, Pride able to smooth his hand up and down his slippery shaft with no resistance.
“Good boys say, ‘thank you’ when they come,” he continued. “You have to say it for me.”
Justice nodded, face pinched with intense pleasure.
“Show me what you’re going to say, Justice.”
“Th-tha—haaa—”
“Be a good boy, Justice, say thank you.”
“Th-ank you!”
Pride went faster. “Who are you thanking? What’s my name?”
He practically sobbed, “Thank you, Pride!”
“Good boy, now remember to say it when—”
“Can I come, please?” It came as an urgent gasp. “Can I please, please come, Pride?”
“Hmm.” Pride forced two—three more hard strokes out of him, to hear his voice break. “Yes.”
“Th-thank you, Pride! Thank you, Pride, thankyouthankyouthankyou—”
Justice came in a long stream out both ends, babbling praise from his mouth and pearly streams of cum from the other. Pride sighed hotly, helping to stroke him through it, and subtly grinding against the mattress. He emptied Justice of his built-up tension, white stripes glimmering starkly against his brown skin, but his mouth didn’t stop when his cock did.
The endless stream of thanks rolled into a fine slurry of syllables, until they weren’t words at all, just noises he mumbled as his exhausted body went limp. Letting his cock go, Pride crawled over top of him to kiss his mouth.
“You’re welcome,” he said, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“Mm?” Justice asked.
“You don’t need to thank me anymore.”
He blinked, glassy eyes coming into focus. “Okay,” he agreed.
Pride wasn’t altogether sure if he knew what was going on, but kissed him as if he did. The already-floppy Justice accepted him fully, allowing Pride swipe the inside of his mouth with his tongue and bite his lip.
“Wanna watch me next?” he asked.
Justice smiled blankly. “Yayyy…”
He burst into empty-headed giggles. Pride kissed him again, thanking himself for being able to make Justice so adorable on a whim.
