"It’s OK, baby, you’re doing great," Richard whispers, his voice honey-soft and soothing, as he runs his fingers through the short fuzz of Matt’s hair. Matt’s struggling, gasping, and he’s sure Richard can feel the constriction of his throat against Richard’s cock, the gag reflex threatening to close him off.
But Matt’s nothing if not a survivor; as Richard says “Breathe” he closes his eyes, concentrates on the soft feel of Richard’s skin over the steel core of his cock, the smell and overwhelming presence of him, and he’s able to beat back the urge to withdraw. And then Richard’s calling him pet names, moaning softly and holding onto his head as he fucks Matt’s mouth, and Matt’s hard himself at the thought of being used like this. He makes a guttural noise and reaches around to clasp Richard’s bare buttocks, force his hips in to fuck ever harder and sharper, jaw aching but open and accepting as Richard tells him what a good boy he is and how hard Richard’s going to come down his throat.