Fics like on your knees

Erling obeyed once more, falling to his knees on the floor with his hands clasped behind his back. Jude's eyes followed him from head to toe, his pupils taking over the brown. In slow steps, his heels echoing through the room in a provocative "tap, tap, tap," he walked towards Erling. Erling's gaze was fixed on his groin, probably noticing that Jude was already semi hard just from seeing him. Stopping in front of the man, Jude raised his knee and touched the tip of his foot to Erling's chin, making him look up at his face. "Eyes up here, boy," he said, lowering his foot to bend down and fist the blond’s long hair in his hand. Erling whimpered pathetically, pouting. "But, Jude..." Jude's hand interrupted him, gripping his hair tighter. “Jude? I’m not Jude now…” he said firmly. “Not to you.” Erling took a deep breath, his majestic eyes gleaming with understanding. His posture relaxed, his shoulders slumping, something subtly shifting in his face. There was still desire, but now there was a submission that, to Jude, was the most delicious thing in the world. “Yes, mommy.” Erling replied softly, his accent growing heavy.

Fics like on your knees

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