November 9, 2004
Cowritten with Trixx. Warnings: underage, daddy!kink, spanking.
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"Yes, Xander, that's it boy." Giles' fingers tangled in Xander's dark silky hair, pressing down, pushing the agile mouth on his aching cock. He pressed forward with his hips, until he was buried deep in the trembling throat. "Yes Xander, that's it. Take my cock. You're so good." Giles licked his lips and closed his eyes; he was so close.
Hips drawing back on a long suffering sigh, Giles thrust once more into the relaxed throat, past the constricting throat muscles, fluttering like butterflies around his cock. Head thrown back he gripped tighter at the young head pressed against him, drawing out, and slowly pushing back in, feeling his balls draw up, wanting to make the moment last.
Xander was good, so good, sinfully good, like only the forbidden could be. And Giles knew this couldn't ever happen again. "Fuck, Xander, you're amazing. Yes, my boy." Every time they did this, every single time Xander found himself on his knees before Giles' in the library's office, Giles promised himself it wouldn't happen again. Yet it always did. Xander's mouth moved on his cock like it belonged there. And it did. Giles wouldn't have it any other way.
He thrust home once more, moaning loudly when Xander made a soft sound, the vibrations going through him, straight to his balls, making them draw up tight against his body, tugging at the hair in his hands he pulled Xander off. "Too soon, too soon, slow down, I don't want this to be over yet." Pushing Xander's smirking mouth back down, he threw his head back at the soft graze of teeth across his glands.
"Xander... Oh... Don't... Fuck." Xander's tongue replaced his teeth and Giles had to look down at him. Tongue out; Xander looked up at Giles innocently. "You're such a little whore." Giles tugged on Xander's hair to pull him back, and bent down, stealing a quick, messy kiss before pushing Xander back towards his aching cock. "Yeah, that's it, just like that."
Lips sliding over teeth, mouth pursed, putting pressure on the underside of the head, Xander let his tongue press forcefully into the soft spongy head, swirling around, gracefully tracing veins, lines, and curves, memorizing with his tongue the cock in his mouth. Moaning loudly as he let his throat relax and he once again swallowed around the pulsating shaft, one hand coming up to cup the tight sac. Rolling it gently in his hand, clutching and pulling down firmly when he felt the balls tighten and draw up in his hand. Mouth working faster, harder, deeper, taking Giles further and further, trying to swallow him whole.
Xander loved the feeling of Giles' cock in his mouth, he loved how Giles reacted to his touch, how a simple flick of his tongue - "Oh yeah, Xander, just like that." - made him moan and grab harder at Xander's hair. Quickly, Xander undid his pants one handed, the other hand still cupping Giles' balls, and took his own cock out. He never had to touch himself, just the feeling of Giles coming in his mouth pushed him over the edge every time, but it wouldn't do to soil his pants today: he hadn't brought another pair and still had classes to attend after lunch was over.
His cock now hanging proudly out of his pants, hard and leaking, he grabbed the base of Giles' cock with his free hand and firmly stroke up and down the shaft, his mouth sucking on the head.
"Ahh, you're gonna make me come, oh yes, boy. Keep on doing that."
But Xander didn't, he stopped sucking, his hands left the hard pulsating cock to rest on Giles' thighs. And he licked, his tongue going down the underside of Giles' cock and then back up to the tip, eliciting a frustrated moan from Giles. "Fuck."
Tongue fluttering down, the barest touch across the silken flesh. Giles thrust up, moaned when Xander kept just out of reach, tongue moving down, a whisper across tortured flesh, down across his tightly drawn up sack, pulling first one ball into his mouth and then the other, sucking lightly, before letting them go, moving down, nibbling on the perineum, pulling a long drawn out moan from Giles' arched throat. Moving lower still he flicked quickly across the pucker there, once, twice, three times, before moving swiftly back up and swallowing the thick cock whole. All movement stopped, mouth speared deep by the pulsating shaft, tongue fluttering as much as it could along the underside, eyes looking up and catching Giles heated ones, before he began to hum. Deep vibrations travelling downwards, making Giles lose eye contact, eyes rolling back in his head as he swore.
"Yes, Xander." Giles gripped Xander's head tightly and shuddered, his whole overheated body trembling as Xander's mouth swallowed convulsively around his thick spasming shaft. "Swallow it all Xander, I know that's what you've been waiting for." He moaned as he looked down, needing to see the look of utter pleasure that never failed to appear on Xander's face when the first drop of his come hit the young man's tongue. Xander was born for this; in this very moment, he belonged to Giles completely.
Eyes locking once again with Giles, Xander kept swallowing convulsively around the column of flesh in his mouth, his own cock fluttering at the look of control on Giles face. The salty sweet drops landed on his tongue, Xander pulled back quickly wanting to savour every little bit that came, every drop of Giles on his tongue. Hand moving furiously on Giles to wring the very last savoury treat from him, eyes still locked with Giles' as fingers tightened on his hair, tongue swirling around the head, seeking it all, giving one last strong suck, Xander pulled off with a soft wet sound, lips swollen, wet, glistening in the low light, eyes dark with lust, with being owned, knowledge swirling in their dark depths, warring with the need to want, take, have. He was owned. Property didn't ask for anything, no matter how trivial. He was here for Giles pleasure, not his own. At that thought his own cock gave a painful lurch, twitching towards the sated figure sitting before him, he came, shuddering; without permission.
Cock swelling hard and proud again at the thought of Giles' strong hands on his ass, taking him, owning him, and punishing him. It never failed. Suck Giles off, come in his pants, get a spanking afterwards for disobeying. Life was wonderful. Smiling softly in the afterglow, Xander moved his eyes to the floor, waiting patiently now.
Giles smiled genuinely, knowing Xander was looking forward to the punishment. "Get up Xander, come sit on my lap." Giles tapped lightly on his thigh, Xander wouldn't be expecting this move. He usually would get up at this point, make Xander bend over the desk and caress the young buttocks spread before him before administrating the punishment, but he wasn't in the mood for that today. He wanted to play. Xander's mouth had been particularly skilful. "Good boy." Giles commented as Xander did as he was told and sat on Giles' lap, his cock still hard and leaking. "You've been bad, love, you know that right? Now I need to punish you." Xander nodded, his hair brushing against Giles' cheek. Giles' right hand wandered between Xander's legs, caressing the jean-clad thighs and avoiding Xander's cock carefully. "You're so pretty when you suck my cock, Xander, so debauched. And you love it don't you? My beautiful boy, you love every minute of it." Giles licked across Xander's reddened lips, before grabbing the mouth in a possessive kiss. His left hand grabbed Xander's rigid cock, the other still caressing the trembling thighs.
Giles pulled away from the sinful lips and looked at Xander's cock, twitching in his palm. "What should I do to you now? Do you think I should punish you for coming without permission?"
"Yes. Daddy, please."
Giles shivered. It never got old, the way Xander said that word, it sent waves after waves of pleasure through Giles' body and his cock swelled again. "And what should your punishment be?"
"Spank me, daddy, spank me hard."
Xander sat trembling on Giles lap, waiting for any sign from the older man that the punishment would begin, some small movement, some facial expression, a gesture of his graceful hands. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm himself, he was rough flipped face down over Giles knee, no warning, the room spun dizzily around him, before he landed, his eyes staring dazedly down at Giles' shoes. Trembling strongly, Xander placed his hands on the floor to keep his balance. "Thank you Daddy."
Giles tore Xander's pants down around his knees, rough fingers digging, scraping, tearing at flesh beneath, uncaring, knowing Xander liked it, knowing Xander wanted to be marked as his. Fingers scrambling pants finally undone, Giles wasted no time in bringing his hand down upon Xander's smooth pink flesh, striking hard, scattering the blows across the reddening flesh. Xander arched and moaned beneath the skilful hand, writhing against Giles legs, rubbing his cock against the rough tweed of Giles dress pants. Panting loudly in the still air, Xander gasped for breath, trying to force words out of his tight throat. "I'm sorry Daddy, please, I'll be a good boy," rubbing frantically against Giles leg, belying his words.
Giles stopped for a moment, his hand resting lightly on Xander's buttocks and caressing the reddened flesh there. "Yes, you'll be a good boy, Xander, you're always a good boy for daddy, always. Even when you come without permission, it's all for me, isn't it my boy?"
"Yes daddy, all for you."
Giles scratched Xander's left cheek roughly, delighted at the moan that escaped from Xander's lips, before bringing his hand down hard again. A few more blows, and then he grabbed Xander, pulled him back to a sitting position on his lap.
Flushed, panting, his red mouth opened slightly, cock ready to burst, Xander looked up at Giles, confused. It never happened this way before.
Giles grabbed Xander's cock in his left hand and brought his right one back down between Xander's thighs. "I want to see you come this time." He expertly worked his hand up and down Xander's shaft, memorizing every shudder, every moan, and every whimper that his hand job insinuated. "That's it Xander, come for me. Come for daddy."
Xander shuddered. A full body shudder that started in his toes and went up his legs, and made his head spin. He moaned low in his throat, eyes closing as Giles' hand worked faster and faster, bringing him to the edge and he cried as he came, his come splattering on Giles' hand. "Oh Giles..."
Giles gently caressed the thick cock in his hand as it softened. "Xander... this can't..." He didn't want to let go, didn't want to have this conversation again. The one where he told Xander this couldn't happen again. That Xander shouldn't ever come back in his office alone and let Giles take advantage of him as he had done today.
"I know. You say that every time." Xander whispered, his voice hoarse and still panting. "I don't want to promise it won't happen again, Giles, I can't. I've broken that promise so many times already. And I will again... you make me feel... fuck, I can't explain it without sounding like a lovesick puppy, but I don't want to give it up."
Giles nodded, finally letting go of Xander's cock to cup Xander's head in his hands. "Then, we can't meet here again. Someone is bound to walk in on us and... I don't want to lose you like that. If I ever lose you, it'll be because you decided to leave."
Xander buried his head in Giles' shoulder and breathed deeply. "I'm not leaving anytime soon. You make me feel safe."
Giles smiled almost goofily, his hands roaming over Xander's back. Xander made him feel complete, but there was no chance in hell he would tell the young man that. Yet. "You need to get up now love, the bell will ring in less than five minutes, and you need to clean up."
Xander stood up, still shaking. "I don't think I can go. I'm so sleepy now."
Giles mussed his hair and helped him put his pants back on. "That's not really a change, now, is it?"
Xander bent over and brought his lips to Giles'. Their tongues tangled together for a moment, before Giles pulled back, his hand cupping Xander's cheek. "My place. Tonight. We cannot meet here again. The risk is too great," Giles paused and looked down into his boy's flushed face.
Xander nodded and rubbed his face. "I must look so fucked right now."
Giles smirked and pulled on his own pants, then reached for his handkerchief. "You might want to do a quick stop in the bathroom and get some water on your face." He cleaned his hands before looking back to Xander. "Go now, I'll see you tonight."
"Tonight. I'll be there." Xander wouldn't miss it for the world. Something was telling him that tonight would be different, even more different than this morning had been. He stole a quick kiss and then he was gone.