Saltiness - I

The sound of the belt unbuckling sent the bells in his head ringing for danger. Before Brandon knew it, he heard the sound of his zipper. 

He tried to turn his head away from the side of his penis. A male penis, right in front of him. 

"If it was up to me," Bran bit the words, "I—" 

"Good thing, it is not." Killian turned Bran's head towards him and aligned himself straight to his lips. "Open." 

"Fuck no—ngh." He gagged when he found a huge dick in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat before he could even realize what had happened. Killian had just decided to shove himself in. 

"Don't start gagging right now, I've barely started." He tsked. "You can enjoy it, or you can let me lead. Either way, I'm not stopping." 

It was another thing to try it out if you wanted to, but completely different when his boss was forcing him to do something that was completely out of his comfort zone. Deciding against it, Brandon knew the one thing he did not like whenever he was getting a blow. he hated being bitten, it had like fucking hell, and Killian Archer deserved it. 

He opened his throat a little bit more, allowing to get in just as he did, Brandon bit on his neck as hard as he could. 

A hiss left Killian and Brandon felt him move in his mouth. Killian did not pull out, he shoved himself even more. 

"Now, you made it exciting." Last fell chuckle, left his mouth. He grasped Bran's hair and pulled his skull up in an unrelenting hold. "Try that shit again and see what I do." 

Bran felt his eyes water. He felt seconds away from being choked. 

"Hollow your cheeks and lossen your throat more. Suck me, you know how it's done." 

He might know how it is done, because he liked it being done on him. There was no way Brandon would have ever appreciated the thought of doing it on someone else.

Like a robot, he moved mechanically. He did exactly what was supposed to be done in this, like it was nothing but the procedure. 

"That it," he breathed out and somehow, it managed to affect Brandon in a way he had not imagined. "Use your tongue more." 

The hold his boss had on his hair change, making Brandon think that he was finally getting her when Killian grabbed his jaw with both hands and inserted his thumbs in between his jaws. 

"Now," he pressed his thumb into his cheeks, making him open them more, "my turn."

Turn?! 

He thrusted all the way inside, making Brandon think that he had not been able to see how big Killian actually was in the dark. 

He choked but his boss did not relent nor did he show any signs of stopping. Their eyes remain connected and he gets even harder as he watches Bran's eyes bulging with tears gathering in them, and his face turning red. The sick bastard is going to kill him and get off on it.

But then, Killian slides out enough to allow him to take a sliver of a breath. He did not even drag a whole inhale before he's ramming in again, more violently than before. 

More out of.. control. 

Slightly lightheaded from all of this, Brandon felt the saltiness in his mouth. His immediate reaction was to spit it all out and possibly on his boss's face. 

Killian pulled out and closed Bran's mouth making him swallow it all. Whatever had been left out, Killian scooped it up and put it into his mouth again. 

"There," he said, like he was proud of his hand. 

Brandon did not miss the sadistic gleam in his eyes.