You sat on top of Genji, your thighs hugging his waist. Your favourite place to be. This time you were playing with blindfolds. His wrists, of course, were tied to the bedposts with silk scarves. It was his promise that he wouldn’t pull them free that kept him tied down. It wasn’t much of a stretch to add a scarf around his eyes, as well.

Genji was the most obedient man. You leaned forward to ghost your lips along his cheeks. They flushed, but he didn’t move. Didn’t crane his neck to return the affection.

“Are you fine?”

“Mmm. I’m hard.”

You chuckled. “Already?”

You pecked his cheeks, his soft scars under your lips. His own lips twitched.

You pressed your mouth to his, proper. His hummed against you. Then he protested quietly when you pulled away.

“Nuh-uh, no complaining.”

“Sorry, Master,” he murmured.

“It’s okay. I know you’re a whiny boy when we do this.”

You ignored his huff with a smile and crawled backwards down his body. His hearing sensors were perked, listening for the bed creaking, the rustling of the sheets against your hands and knees. He wished he could feel your heat pass over his half-hard erection. Wanted to buck into you.

His dick was a loose curve, begging to be brought to full-stiffness. A little on the short side and thick. You made your home between his knees. Your fingers traced the maroon synthetic muscles on his inner thighs. His substantial, strong thighs, that made your mouth water. His legs twitched beneath your touch. So sensitive.

Your fingers finished their journey and ended up wrapped around his length. It filled out a little more in your hands. This was usually the time you would give him head, but you hesitated.

Only, he couldn’t see and wondered why.

“Master? I thought you were going to-”

You interrupted him with a light smack to his thigh.

“Sorry, Master.”

Seems losing his sight has made him impatient. You hesitated again to see if he’d learned his lesson this time. He was a smart boy; he should have.

Genji breathed deep breaths through his mouth but said nothing.

You licked the dark pink head of his cock. Genji made a sound between a moan and a whine, then bit his lip, worried that he had been a bad boy.

No noises made from pleasure are bad.

You dove down, shoving as much as of his length into your mouth as you could. Genji cried out with his voice going up in pitch, suddenly assaulted with a surge of pleasure. You continued that assault with your mouth, sucking on his poor, sensitive flesh, and bobbing up and down his cock.

His mouth formed a loose ‘o’, his lungs pumping out moans. His legs tensed, curling around your body on the mattress. His moans grew louder and louder.

You pulled off his cock before he got too far. He pressed his lips together to cut off his whine. You moved onto his lap. It was time to test how long he could last inside you.