The Power Dynamic

The Switch Dynamic

Cyrus

I wanted to give Danny one thing more than anything. Some control over his life. Control he thought he didn't have. I stepped away from him in that bathroom, watching his wide eyes follow me. I plucked open the third button of my dress shirt while putting on a daring look just like when we would banter before. "Well then Danny. Mouthfuck me."

I watched his pupils dilate and his eyes float down my willing body. His brows rose and his lips parted when he saw the bulge in my slacks. That untamable brat came forward, the rebellious man who wanted to carve his own path in the world. He had more strength than he ever knew and I wanted to show him that.

The sass I had grown to love so much threaded through his voice, "You are hard for me Cyrus. It's like you want to be mouthfucked."

A smile crept onto my lips, "Seems hard to do when I'm still standing."

His gaze flickered to uncertainty before he smirked, "On your knees, Cyrus."

I didn't get off on submission but I enjoyed how bossy he could be. I lowered to my knees before him. I watched a flush wash over his cheeks at the sight of me kneeling below him.

Swallowing a trembling doubt in his mind, he slowly put his toes on the top of my thigh.

I just stared at him expectantly.

He seemed unsure what to do next.

I prompted him, "Don't you want to feel how hard I am, Danny?"

He looked in my blue eyes before moving those cute toes over the bulge in my pants. I wasn't normally a foot fetishist but the sight of Danny with his leg bared under my robe, standing over me with his toes on my dick gave me great satisfaction.

Danny quipped, "So hard, Cyrus. Almost like you're enjoying being a Sub."

"I do enjoy your confidence, Danny." I gave him that.

"You're not actually a switch, are you Cyrus?" He said teasingly.

"No, Danny. But I do want to worship you tonight." I put my hands on his shin.

That went to his nuts. He blushed before saying, "Please worship me, daddy."

I brought his curled foot to my lips, holding the heel as I lavished the top with kisses. I brought my mouth along his arch, letting him feel my breath. He turned crimson as he watched my tongue grace the top of his foot. He curled his toes as I got close, tittering, "Not my toes, Cyrus. It's too much."

I kissed his ankle as I ran my hands through the soft hair on his lower leg. He watched me drag my lower lip up his shin bone to his knee, starting to breathe heavy as I went. I gripped his thigh while kissing at the sensitive smooth skin leading to his dick. He panted as I kissed him there, hissed when I nipped at him. He liked my teeth, arching and moaning with each bite on his skin. I put my hands on his fine little ass as I sucked on the frail skin of his thigh. I marked him with my mouth, making him hard and wet. I could smell his arousal as it gathered on his folds. I tested him, seeing how much harder I could bite before he whined. I left deep indents of my teeth on his skin before he yelped, laving the mark with my tongue to please him. I left a hickey on his thigh once more, just so he would have some bruises to look at tomorrow.

Danny watched me as I tugged at the belt holding the robe together. I pulled that robe apart to reveal every gorgeous inch of him to me. It was so much better than a picture. His cock was hard under his brown curls, begging me to suck him off. I wanted him to tell me to blow him. I put his thigh on my shoulder as I found his eyes.

I massaged the squeezable flesh of his rear as I asked, "What do you want, baby?"

Those lashes hid his eyes from me as he grew unsure again.