The Gods Can Never Match Mommy

by anielsen33326

During one of the weeks when Ryuga had disappeared from home for some trip, Kyoya had gone through a surprise heat. And during those five days, Kyoya had discovered that he can afford to indulge in a certain thing that he had been rejecting for years… (A little lemon)

When Ryuga gets home from one of the week-long absences, Kyoya's lying down naked, smirking on the edge of the bed like the time he was watching from a steel beam in episode 1. Ryuga gave a surprised reaction face, and then Kyoya's grin became a cheshire smirk.

And then says, "Call me 'Mommy.'"

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He gets eaten out first-thing, Ryuga didn't even think to strip, hardening fast with a wet patch through his pants. No words. Just Mommy.

Only the sweet ambrosia spilling onto his face, his tongue, his lips, close his eyes and take it all in.

And Kyoya moaning, feeding into it, "You were born to take care of Mommy, weren't you?"

Yes. Yes, he is.

Just dive into the slick, dart up your tongue, spread Mommy and find the core. Milk out Mommy of everything he has.

Every drop of Mommy's ambrosia is a treasure to be guarded with his life.

Call him Mommy when suckling his tits. When rubbing them. Sometimes down below here where he is the only sun that shines.

When Mommy came, those thick thighs snapped close, just short of crushing his head--he almost nutted right there, he knows Mommy kills with these legs--and--

Is this what swallowing his cock feels like?

"Why did you stop?" Mommy groaned. "I thought you wanted to make Mommy feel good!"

This isn't how he wants to be scolded.

So he went back to his mission.

"Yes, Ryuga, Mommy has milk for you too."

So he did come in his pants.

He doesn't care if they'll chafe.