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“You’re my present.” Emil said, still in awe. “I will take good care of you, I promise.” He turned around and closed the door behind them, then came back. He took in the room.
“And you will serve me, and do whatever I say, right?” He asked.
“Yes, sir.” Heetu replied.
He looked straight ahead, but behind him, he could hear how Emil walked towards the bed and sat down on it.
“Come here.” He said. His voice sounded breathless all of a sudden. Heetu stood up and walked towards him. Emil was sitting on the bed, his legs planted on the ground.
Heetu felt how his heart started pounding. This left little room for confusion.
“Closer”, Emil demanded, sounding breathless and impatient. Heetu walked until his feet almost touched Emil’s.
“Sit down.” Emil ordered. Heetu stepped closer carefully and placed himself on Emil’s lap, his legs encircling Emil’s torso, his crotch in his tight red pants close to Emil’s stomach. Before he could readjust himself much, Emil grabbed a fistful of Heetu’s hair and pulled his face down for a kiss. It wasn’t rough, but impatient, Emil wanted everything at once, invaded Heetu’s mouth, explored it hungrily. A moment later, he grabbed Heetu’s crotch with his other hand, making Heetu gasp, and palmed it, explored the outlines of Heetu’s dick, gasping whenever he found something interesting to trace with his fingers. His mouth hungrily kissed Heetu’s mouth, his chin, down his throat and upwards again, always directing Heetu’s head by grabbing his hair by the fistful. For a moment then, he seemed to wait, but then he grabbed Heetu’s hand and placed it firmly on his own dick, clearly outlined underneath Heetu’s hand through Emil’s linen pants.
“Blow me.” Emil ordered. Heetu nodded and his heart started racing. So this was really happening, starting from now.
