Luther groans around the cock in his mouth, eyelids fluttering at the tug on his hair. And Kallus calls him good, which-- one way or another-- is the only thing he's ever really wanted to be. He's determined to be so good for Kal, to Kal.

He pulls off with an obscene slick pop, blinking up against the trickle of hot water.

"You can," he says, voice rasping, "you can come in my mouth. If you want. I mean, I'd like that." And then before he can say anything stupid, he swallows down Kallus's cock with an eager sound.