ABC Prompt - Gag Reflex

A/N This is for 18+ as part of the ABC kink prompt list. These stories are going to be from a male MC perspective.

G - Gag Reflex

Milo- “I have no gag reflex, darlin’. I’m a dick suckin’ wonder at this point.” 

With my head resting on the palm of my hand, I raised a brow at him. “Do you have that on a button?” We were both naked on the bed, having stripped off our clothes after coming home from the bar. Milo had drank just enough that he was pliant and loose. And with that, came weird declarations.

“Yup. Wear it, proudly. Every day. My cock suckin’ button.”

I shifted towards him a little further, dropping my voice into something soft and sultry. “So if I were to, oh, I don’t know, fuck your face right now, you would just calmly take it?”

His body stilled, breath coming out in a small stutter. Looking down, I watched as the very thought of it all made his cock rise.  “Uh huh.”

“Really?” I grinned. “Care to put money where your mouth is?”

“I care to put your cock where my mouth is,” he said eagerly.

Moments later, Milo was on his knees, cheeks red and flushed as he looked up at me through the thick of his lashes. My cock was deep in his throat, encased in his tight heat as he swallowed reflexively. Drool gathered at the corner of his lips, and his fingers gripped my hips.  

I tipped my head back and gasped, sinking my fingers in his hair and pushing him down further. He whimpered around me but took me fully. There was a hunger that came with it as he shimmied closer. Like he couldn’t get enough.

“Good boy, Milo,” I whispered to him, watching his eyes flutter with the praise. He renewed his efforts, bobbing his head effortlessly. I stilled him though, fucking him like I promised, relentless in the push of my hips. I came not long after, groaning as I ground myself against him.

And Milo, with his mouth stuffed full of cock, swallowed it all and came against my leg.

Belladonna- The sharp pierce of her fangs was only a momentary assault as Belladonna drank deeply from my thigh. Her tongue licked a sharp line up the wound as she moaned against my skin. She was ravenous tonight. Having sipped from my neck. My chest. And just where the blood ran hottest at the apex of my groin. My cock was hard, knocking against her cheek. Her long and tapered fingers coming around to wrap around the base of me and move me out of the way.

“Bella,” I gasped. “Please.”

I wanted her to suck me. To take the blood from my cock and let me release. She had been promising such a moment with each drag of her lips. Nip of her teeth.

“What is it you need, my heart?” 

“You,” I said. “Just you.”

She licked the blood from her lips. “Oh, that’s cute. I do love it when you beg pathetically. But I guess since you’ve been so nice, I could do a little something for you.”

My heart lept, pounding loudly in my chest. I knew she could hear it. That she could control the flow of my blood just how she liked.

My eyes went wide as she situated herself between my legs. Without thought, she took my length, all the way down her throat, massaging me as she went. Her hands reached between me, massaging my balls and scrapping her nails down the delicate stretch of skin. I couldn’t help it. When her teeth nicked the skin at the head of my cock, blood and cum spilled down her throat as I moaned loudly. She didn’t even flinch. Instead, she drank her fill and as I laid back, continued to suckle me, gorging herself on my blood.

I would have gladly died all over again for this moment.

Hazel- Hazel stared at me, her head tipped to the side. “You do not have to do this,” I breathed, keeping my voice even.

“I want to.” There as a nervousness about her as she looked at me, her soft fingers wrapped tightly around my erection. She licked her plush lips, her pupils dilated. “I just don’t know how good at this I’m going to be.”

“Take your time,” I told her. “Don’t go too fast and don’t push yourself too far.”

She nodded. There was a wrinkle of determination between her brows as she examined me with an odd amount of scrutiny that made me shift on the balls of my feet. She was frozen, staring at me, wetting her lips in anticipation.  Just as I was about to tell her that I thought we should perhaps wait, she leaned forward, her lips forming a slight suction around the head of my cock, and pushed forward. She gagged almost immediately, and I sucked in a deep breath as I hit the back of her throat.

“Too far,” I gasped. But god did it feel good. Her mouth was slick and warm and her fingers were wrapped around the base of my dick, fingers massaging me. And Hazel herself, looking up at me with such innocence. Her eyes wide and trusting. It was the most potent form of drug I could think of.

“Go slow,” I tried to reason.

She groaned around me and pushed herself forward, coughing and gagging as she had to pull back, gasping lewdly as spit coated her lips. I leaned forward, gathering her close and kissing her on the lips. 

“Again,” she said, voice raw.

“Later,” I told her, almost laughing at her determination.

She glared at me. “Again,” she repeated. And who was I to stop her when she bent down, her head in my lap. When I shot down her throat and embarrassingly short time later, she spit most of it out, but by the gods I was willing to be her guinea pig for just about anything.

“Good?” she gasped, my pleasure coating her lips.

“Good,” I responded. This woman was going to be the death of me.

Malcolm - “C’mere.” Malcolm was lying on his back, naked and stretched out with one arm crooked behind his head. His body was flushed and his thighs sticky. I didn’t think there was anyone as beautiful as him when he was relaxed and in such a position.

Slowly, I crawled up his body, dragging myself across him. He smiled as I came up, pressing my lips to his, pushing the taste of him onto his own tongue. Malcolm grinned against my lips, one hand dancing down my spine. “I want you to do me a favor,” he whispered. For Malcolm, I would do anything. “I want you to sit on your hands.”

I stopped. “Huh?”

“Just do it,” he laughed. Without protest, I got up, sitting on the edge of the bed and position my hands beneath me. I gave him a curious look, my breath catching in my throat as I saw the mischief in his eyes. He rose, walking around the bed before coming to stand before me. With his palms, he spread my legs, my cock bobbing against my belly as he kneeled in front of me.  “Don’t move,” he told me, his breath ghosting the tip of my erection. I sucked in a gasp, looking down at him. “You move, I stop. Understood?”

“Mal…”

“Shh….” He looked at me like I was a piece of art. Something to be studied. Worshiped. Slowly, he bent his head forward, taking me into his mouth. My head flung back as heat burned bright in my belly. The urge to take hold of him, to run my fingers across his body, and bruise his skin, was nigh impossible to ignore. But just as I was about to pull my hands free, he stopped sucking, looking up at me with contempt. I groaned loudly, pressing my weight down onto my hands and vowing not to move.

I felt the moment I hit the back of Malcolm’s throat. A soft sound escaped him. A wet cough as he struggled to swallow. But then, he took a deep breath through his nose and pressed further. I felt myself slip down his throat as he worked me slowly. Malcolm was like that. He did everything languidly. In his own time. And sucking cock was no different. Each gag, each hiccup, was nothing more than a problem to work through. And I knew that Malcolm could keep me on edge for hours. And I would let him.

I sat there, my fingers digging into the edge of the mattress as sweat rolled down my spin. Malcolm pulled off. “You okay?” he whispered, voice raw.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“Oh, Lamplight,” he laughed softly. “I plan to have you begging by the time I’m done with you. “ And with that, he slipped me back into his mouth. He wouldn’t let me cum until morning.

Gabriel - “This seems unsanitary.”

I laughed loudly. Gabriel was frowning, still in uniform, as he looked at me laid out on the bed. “Sex itself is a little unsanitary.”

“Of course it is. But this seems far more unsanitary.”

“I’ve had your dick in my mouth plenty of times,” I pointed out.

“And each time, haven’t I told you that it is unhealthy, and we should do something more… clean?”

I rolled my eyes, coming up to my knees and crawling over to where he stood. “I am in no way saying that you should go down on me. If you are not interested, that is perfectly fine. But, you seem to keep bringing it up. So what is this all about.”

Gabriel frowned, breathing through his nose. It was my sign that said he wanted to do something but didn’t know how to ask for it.

“Go to your knees, Gabriel.” 

The sound of his knees cracking on the floor echoed through the room. His breath was coming in harsh pants and his eyes were nearly black. In response, my cock twitched. Reaching forward, I place my hand on the back of his head. “Go on,” I told him.

There was only a small bit of hesitation before he licked his lips and leaned forward. He sucked at the tip of my cock for a long moment, exploring and enjoying. Experimentally, I twitched my hips forward, giving him a bit more. He pulled off immediately, coughing loudly and glaring at me.

“I cannot believe you do this to me,” he muttered.

I laughed, caressing his face. “Gives you new appreciation, huh?”

“Yes.” then, with his Warden like focus, he scooted forward. “We must try again. Until I succeed.”

“Gabe…”

But there was no more talking after that. While he didn’t get very far, he made up for in enthusiasm. And given who he was, he would have it mastered by the end of the night.