Caught in the Act

I have done the whole walking in on your partner accidentally on purpose and catching them in the act of masturbating, or being the one caught, all in play, and it is fun.

But oh-so-much more fun when you truly catch your partner.

And they blush and stammer and act like they weren't doing anything.

And you ask "are you sure?" in direct tones, watching as they smile and say "well, not entirely."

And as you slither toward him and push him down onto the bed, his hard cock suddenly visible, cresting over his belly, ready and begging for attention, you whisper...

"You are a Very. Naughty. Boy."

... as your hand slides up his shaft, encircling the head with a tug, eliciting a gasp and an affirmative answer.

After all, we never lie about how bad either of us is.




But something about finding him makes me hot. The fact that he was not necessarily intending to actually jerk off but rather more of an absentminded fondling makes no difference.

I love to watch him.

I love to hear him play the little game of how naughty boys do get caught.

I love that he bites at me when I lean down to kiss him, my hand still firm on his shaft.

That he begs. Albeit slightly, but still. I take what I can get in this instance.

"Don't you want me to help you with this?" I whisper in my sweetest purr.

"Oh yes. Please. I do need you to help." He nods as his tongue slips into my mouth and his hand grabs my ass.

Yes I love when he begs.

I slowly make my decent down his body.

The minute I begin, his breath catches in anticipation.

He does this every time.

I love that too.


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