Chapter 146: A Taste of His Own Medicine

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: A Taste of His Own Medicine

~Third- POV~

The moment Frederick stepped inside, Reynold closed the distance immediately and pulled him into an intense kiss. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing off the rest of the jet as the aircraft continued its smooth flight through the clouds.

Frederick wrapped his arms firmly around Reynold’s waist and kissed him back, deepening it without hesitation. His hand slid under Reynold’s hoodie, palm warm and deliberate as it moved up the bare skin of his back, fingers spreading as if claiming every inch he could reach.

Reynold pressed closer, chest to chest, and nipped at Frederick’s lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. A low sound rumbled in Frederick’s throat. His hand slipped higher, then around to Reynold’s front, fingertips brushing over a tight nipple before rolling it slowly between his fingers.

Reynold’s breath hitched into the kiss. He rolled his hips forward, grinding against the hard line of Frederick’s cock still trapped in his trousers. Frederick’s grip on his waist tightened, pulling him flush so there was no space left between them.

"You’re still hard," Reynold murmured against his mouth, voice thick with satisfaction. "Even after I left you like that."

Frederick’s answer was a rough exhale. He backed Reynold toward the bed without breaking the kiss, one hand still under his hoodie, the other sliding down to grip the curve of his ass and squeeze.

"You planned every second of that," Frederick said, voice low and rough against Reynold’s lips. "Didn’t you?"

Reynold smiled into the next kiss, already reaching for Frederick’s belt again. "And it worked."

Frederick exhaled hard against his mouth. "You know I can’t resist you. You came here to seduce me. That’s not fair."

Reynold’s fingers worked the belt open. "I came to seduce you... but you shouldn’t have gotten hard so fast. You did it in a second."

Frederick’s jaw tightened. He caught Reynold’s wrist, holding it still for a moment. "Since you know exactly how to get me to this point... don’t blame me for going hard on you."

Reynold’s eyes darkened with heat. "That’s exactly what I want."

Reynold’s hands went to the front of Frederick’s long coat first, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Then he gripped the hem of the turtleneck and pulled it up over Frederick’s head, revealing the hard lines of his chest and stomach. Frederick returned the favor, tugging Reynold’s hoodie up and off, then pushing the matching pants down until they were both bare.

Reynold’s gaze dropped to Frederick’s cock fully erect, thick, and already leaking at the tip. He swallowed hard, the thought flashing through his mind before he could stop it.

Is it getting bigger every second? It’s fucking huge.

Frederick reached out to lay Reynold back onto the plush mattress, but Reynold stopped him with a firm hand on his chest. Instead, he nudged Frederick down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Then he pushed Frederick’s knees apart and dropped to his knees between them.

Frederick’s cock stood hard and throbbing right in front of his face. Reynold didn’t take it immediately. He leaned in close, letting his warm breath ghost over the head, then dragged the flat of his tongue slowly up the underside from base to tip. Frederick’s thighs tensed.

Reynold licked again, slower this time before wrapping his lips around just the head and giving a soft, wet suck. He pulled off with a quiet pop and looked up.

"Reynold..." Frederick growled, fingers digging into the edge of the mattress. "Stop playing."

Reynold only smiled up at him from under his lashes. He dragged the tip of his tongue from the base of Frederick’s shaft all the way up to the head, pausing at the sensitive tip. He swirled his tongue around the crown, gathering the slick bead of pre-cum, then pulled back just out of reach.

Frederick let out a sharp, ragged breath, hips twitching forward helplessly. "Don’t pull away. Get on with it, baby."

"Say please, Daddy," Reynold murmured, running his palms slowly up Frederick’s inner thighs and pressing firmly. "Tell me how badly you want my mouth."

Frederick groaned, head falling back as another wave of tension hit him. "Fuck... please, Reynold. I’m starving for you. Put your mouth on me right now."

Satisfied with the desperate edge in Frederick’s voice, Reynold grinned. He parted his lips and leaned in, opening wide to take the thick head into his warm mouth.

He took Frederick deep in one smooth motion, lips stretching around the thick shaft as he worked his way lower. The wet, filthy sound of his mouth filled the quiet cabin.

Frederick’s head dropped back with a rough groan, one hand sliding into Reynold’s hair.

Reynold started slow, tongue pressing hard along the underside with every stroke. Then he picked up speed sucking louder, wetter, letting saliva drip down the shaft as he took him deeper. Each time he pulled back, he swirled his tongue around the head before sinking down again.

"Fuck—Reynold—" Frederick’s voice broke. His hips twitched upward, but Reynold pinned them down with both hands and kept sucking harder.

The wet schlick-schlick of his mouth filled the room.

Frederick’s breathing turned ragged. Every time Reynold hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard on the upstroke, a low, broken moan tore from his throat.

Reynold suddenly grabbed Frederick’s legs and pushed them up, forcing his feet flat on the edge of the mattress. The position opened him completely, giving Reynold an unobstructed view.

Frederick’s eyes snapped open as he looked down. "Baby, did you just raise my legs like that?"

Reynold looked up from between his knees, eyes gleaming with wicked confidence. "Don’t question me, Daddy. Just let me hear you moan loudly."

I’m going insane, Frederick thought, his pulse racing. He’s driving me completely insane. No... I can’t lose control like this. I can’t let him take control over me.

Before Frederick could reclaim command, Reynold reached a hand beneath his shaft, resting his fingers right at the entrance of Frederick’s tight hole while his mouth kept up the wet, relentless rhythm on his cock.

Frederick’s entire body went rigid. "Don’t you dare go in there, Reynold."

Reynold popped his mouth off the wet shaft with a quiet, slick sound, looking up with a mischievous smirk. "Why not, Daddy? You enjoy going hard on me all the time. How about I do the same to you?"

Frederick looked down at him as if his fiancé had suddenly been possessed by a sweet, dangerous devil.

Reynold brought two wet fingers to his own lips, preparing to coat them, but Frederick grabbed his wrist mid-air. "No, sweetheart. You can’t."

Reynold didn’t argue. He simply brought his other hand up, placing a index finger over Frederick’s lips and whispering a soft, teasing, "Shh..."

Frederick went silent, staring down at him in absolute disbelief.

Reynold lowered his mouth back onto Frederick’s pulsing length, taking him deep once more.

"Yes... Please... deeper," Frederick begged, his hands gripping the sheets as his head fell back.

Reynold smiled against the hard length. He slid his slick hand back down between Frederick’s thighs, tracing the sensitive skin of his inner leg right up toward his entrance. He pressed forward slowly—

Before he could push inside, Frederick moved.

In one smooth motion, he pulled Reynold’s mouth off his cock. Then he stood up and lifted Reynold clean off the floor.

"Daddy—!" Reynold gasped.

Frederick turned him around and pressed his chest flat against the edge of the high mattress. He spread Reynold’s legs wide with a firm hand on the back of his thigh, then leaned over him. His heavy chest settled against Reynold’s back. One broad hand gripped Reynold’s hip, holding him in place.

"I’m still your man," Frederick said, voice dark and low against his ear. "I’m still the one in control."

He brought his palm down in a sharp, stingingly firm spank across Reynold’s bare buttock.

"Ah! Daddy!" Reynold gasped out, his skin flushing instantly red where Frederick struck him. "Where did you learn to play with me like that?"

"It’s what you do to me!" Reynold whined, rubbing his cheek against the soft sheets. "I’m just doing it back!"

"I never do any of that to you," Frederick countered smoothly.

Reynold turned his head, pouting over his shoulder. "You did worse to me! I wanted to do it back to you!"

Frederick’s eyes darkened. He slid his hand between Reynold’s legs, his voice rough with possession.

"I will always be the one to devour you, baby. Not the other way around."

He walked slowly to the nightstand, picked up the bottle of lube, and coated his fingers generously. Then he returned to Reynold, lifted him from the edge of the bed, and guided him fully onto the center of the mattress. Reynold immediately settled on his hands and knees, back arched, legs spread wide in open invitation.

Frederick pressed his thumb against Reynold’s tight entrance, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive rim...