Then, Dustin had just asked to feel the power exchange between them instead of something more specific, and although things had gotten a little awkward, Landon had felt precious. There was something about the way that Dustin had nervously petted his hair before pulling it that was unexpectedly intimate.
Landon had trained both Doms and subs before and it had always been pretty… removed. They were there to learn. He was there to teach. They told him which techniques they wanted to try, he answered questions, and, usually, everybody got to come.
When Dustin kneeled on the floor with him, though, it was different. He’d been asked about his fantasies before, but more as a casual question to get things going. Dustin seemed to really want to know.
With all of the other Doms he’d been with, novice and experienced, the parts where they were taking care of him were always a bit more… routine. Like they were reading from a script.
With Dustin it felt like it was about… Landon. Not about the kink, somehow, though of course it was still about the kink.
Dustin just kept going off script. Or acting like he didn’t even know there was supposed to be a script.
It was sweet. Kind of amazing actually. But it was also the sort of sweet that had Landon running after men who seemed available and then left him to cry in his pillow. Definitely better to stick to lessons.
He would let himself enjoy what they did tonight, and maybe have a few follow-ups, but he needed to remember that it wasn’t anything more than that.
Stand up, Dustin commanded, taking him out of his head. Right. Now wasn’t the time to worry about anything except the next hour.
Dustin got to his feet and then offered Landon a hand. Let’s try some of what you suggested. Where’s your bedroom?
God, was he sexy when he was confident. They would still need to go over the new scene, but gaining that confidence was as much a part of the training as any actual techniques.
Landon took his hand. It was one of those little things that belied Dustin’s inexperience; most Doms would give him a command and make him follow, but this was charming.
Landon led the way down the hall. He made sure to stay a few steps in front so that Dustin could get a good look at his ass.
The scene finally seemed to be on track, which meant he could step back into the role of teacher where he was more comfortable.
Do you know where it’s safe to spank someone? he asked.
Ass, thighs, shoulders, and chest, Dustin answered quickly. Avoid the spine, belly, and lower back. He looked chagrined. You’re also supposed to avoid the face, but I wasn’t thinking of it that way.
Landon repeated his reassurances. It really had been fine; the worst part had been that it seemed to break Dustin’s confidence.
Landon kept them moving forward, pulling open the two drawers under his bed to show off his toys. He’d expected Dustin to come over and take a look, but he hadn’t expected Dustin to come up behind him, circling him with his arms and nuzzling into his cheek like a lover. He was warm and strong, his body still coiled with that rigid, commanding posture, and yet so gentle.
It felt dangerously comforting.
Show me the things from your fantasy.
Right. Landon leaned forward and Dustin followed his movements, like a blanket or maybe an exoskeleton. It felt sexy and safe, which didn’t usually blend together for him.
He grabbed the handcuffs that he liked and the less flexible of his two crops. As he stood up, his motions a little awkward, Dustin supported his weight. It seemed like there was some subtle message there, like Dustin would help him find his balance again. Not that he needed anyone for that.
He turned in Dustin’s arms and handed him the toys, which caused him to back away so that they could communicate.
Landon launched into a lecture, ready to set the tone. These are some of my favorite cuffs. They’re comfortable to use for a long time, won’t leave a mark--which is important since I work with children and can’t be out about D/s, and have a quick-release latch as well as a key.
Dustin listened intently, but not with the worry he’d shown earlier. Why do you need the key if you can release them with the latch?
This was something that Landon had explained before at demos and when guiding beginners. He loved this type of education. He described how he loved to feel the helplessness and security of being bound, but also had to be realistic about his personal safety. Not to mention that keys could get lost or jammed.
Then, he took the cuffs from Dustin’s hands, leaving him holding the crop. The crop isn’t as difficult to use as some other toys, but it still requires more practice than, say, a paddle. The more flexible a crop is, the more it stings, and longer crops are more flexible than shorter ones made from the same materials. This one is shorter and less flexible which makes it good for a beginner. It also requires less space to use it.
Dustin looked relieved to hear that it was a good choice for a beginner, and Landon was glad to see that Dustin was being realistic about his abilities. As he’d expected, Dustin flexed the crop to test its springiness and then slapped his own arm with it.
You have good instincts there, Landon continued. You should never use a toy on a sub that you haven’t tested on yourself. You need to know exactly what it feels like and how hard it can hit. Do you see where the tip connects with the shaft? You want to hit with the tip, and if you miss and hit with the shaft instead it’ll be a much harder impact. More like a cane. And I suppose if you did it often enough it would break the crop since it’s not really meant for that.
Dustin slapped himself a few times on his thighs, first gently and then harder, though his jeans were still muting the effect. Landon watched as he hit himself again, this time striking with the shaft. He gave Landon a scrutinizing look. And you really enjoy this? You want it?
I crave it, Landon said simply.
But you don’t want to be whipped or caned. You wrote that on your list.
Landon was glad that Dustin had been paying attention, though he wasn’t surprised. Dustin had a sincerity to him, and an openness, that more experienced Doms seemed to hide. It would be a shame when he lost that, not that Landon would probably still be scening with him by then. He’d just have to take advantage of it while it lasted.
That’s right. I enjoy impact play, but I’m a bit of a lightweight in comparison to some others. Everyone has slightly different tastes, and it’s important to follow the limits that someone sets. If you figure out that you’re into harder stuff, you’ll want to find partners that are into that, too. I keep toys in my drawer that I feel comfortable having used on me.
I’m glad that you’re taking care of yourself, Dustin replied.
Landon wasn’t quite sure what to do with that comment, but it made him feel all squirmy inside. Kind of too hot and a little bit needy. So he just ignored it. Of course he was taking care of himself. It was the responsible thing to do.
Determined, he went on with his lecture. You should always start out slowly to get the muscles warmed up. Use your hand before you use the crop and pause in between strikes. That helps the body absorb the sensations, and usually heightens them.
I read about that.
Good. He couldn’t think of too much more information that he needed to give.
Landon leaned across his bed and grabbed a cylindrical pillow. You can practice on this first. Make sure you’re hitting with the tip.
Dustin nodded, face somber in concentration. He hit the pillow a few times, then moved back a bit and did it again. He seemed to be methodically trying softer and harder hits.
You’re doing a good job. It looks like you’ve got the angle right. You should try a few more times on yourself.
Dustin pulled up his sleeve and hit himself twice, once softer and once harder. He winced at the second one. Then he did it a third time, shaking his arm afterward to relieve the sting.
Landon shivered, imagining it on his own skin. Dustin was new to this, but he had all of the right
instincts and he was conscientious. The way that he’d pulled Landon’s hair earlier, holding him off balance until he was aching not to move, was a good sign for the rest of the night.
Landon’s groin tightened just thinking about it.
Landon moved to capture Dustin’s attention, then reviewed safewords and a few more details about positions and angles.
When he felt like they were both ready to go, he consciously changed his body language to move them back into the scene. He felt confident when he was submitting and seducing, using lowered eyelids and the tilt of his head to express his desire. Ready to test that out?
Dustin looked him over carefully in that intense, brooding Dom way that he pulled off so well. You’re a good teacher. I can see that you love teaching.
Landon could feel himself blinking. That wasn’t what he’d expected at all. He did love teaching. But he’d never had anyone mention it before, unless it was at the end of a public talk or demonstration.
Dustin didn’t wait for him to answer, though. He placed the crop carefully on the side table, then crowded into Landon’s space. He moved one hand to the base of Landon’s skull, anchoring him in place.
Landon thought Dustin would come crashing into him, kissing and mauling and claiming. Or maybe do the cold, demanding Dom thing, expecting him to follow terse commands. Instead, he stayed just a hair's breadth away, their lips unbearably close but not quite touching.
Dustin moved his head along Landon’s cheek, the warmth of his skin and his breath crackling in the tiny space between them. Landon was growing desperate for his touch, for any contact beyond that tight hand at the base of his skull. But his imagination and that agonizing need were more erotic than anything he could have anticipated.
Dustin moved his lips along Landon’s collar bone, still a whisper apart. Each tiny exhalation made Landon shiver. And then he moved his hand down the front of Landon’s chest, barely stirring his scant body hair.
Landon could feel himself whimpering. Why wouldn’t Dustin just touch him already?
Dustin slowly moved his hand back up, hovering just over his chest. Landon’s imagination raced into overdrive, filling in every sensation that he needed, but which Dustin wasn’t quite giving him.
Landon looked down to watch Dustin’s hand. He circled his fingers right above Landon’s nipple, so close that Landon was positively aching for it.
He’d never been teased like this, never felt so strangely helpless and turned on by sensations that weren’t even sensations. Dustin’s hand wandered across his ribs, seeming to leave an invisible trail in its wake.
And then he hovered over Landon’s dick, making the motion of stroking downward with the tips of his fingers although he never touched. Landon could feel the heat, feel every touch, even though he knew it was all in his head.
Please, he finally begged.
Dustin just smirked, moving his hand faster in a parody of actual pressure on his cock until Landon had pulled up every muscle tight to stop himself from leaning into that hand.
Then Dustin stopped. Get on the bed. Face up. Hands over your head.
Landon felt like he was already under his spell. He hurried to comply, not as graceful as he usually was, but wanting Dustin to see and appreciate him.
Once he was on the bed, Dustin grabbed the cuffs. But instead of clipping them on immediately, he held onto one loop while the other dangled. Then, with no apparent hurry, he began grazing the hanging cuff over Landon’s body.
Landon shivered. He was desperate and needy, and all that Dustin had done to him was grab his hair once and not-quite kiss him. Dustin might not be experienced with BDSM, but for sensuality he was amazing. It was going to be hard to find anyone else to measure up after this.
At last, Dustin climbed onto the bed. He straddled Landon’s chest and leaned over him, his chest just out of reach of Landon’s lips.
Dustin guided his hands into the cuffs, and that secure honey feeling washed through him like it always did. He could feel the pull of the chain between them where it looped around one of the bars at the head of his bed.
Show me your safewords.
“Red and yellow,” Landon voiced while signing the words with both hands at the same time for emphasis.
Something passed over Dustin’s face, but Landon couldn’t catch what it was. Anger? Fear? Sadness? Almost… remorse, maybe?
Then, his stern expression returned. No, that intensity went beyond just stern. He was fervent about this. I’m going to watch your hands. I may not understand your voice, but you can speak if you need to. And if I… if I don’t see you when you safeword, you need to let me know. Kick me if you need to.
Landon wished he could sign now, but it was difficult with the cuffs on. He hadn’t quite thought of this before, because except for a single scene, he’d always had hearing Doms who expected him to speak. His hands, his whole mode of communication, was usually so unavailable to him that binding his wrists didn’t make a difference.
He made sure Dustin was watching him and nodded clearly to show his understanding.
Good, Dustin confirmed. I want to be safe with you and give you what you need. That hint of worry had come back.
Yeah, something really bad must have gone down with Dustin in the past and he was still beating himself up over it.
Landon crossed his wrists and squeezed his hands into fists, then pointed to Dustin as well as he could. It was the sign for either TRUST or CONFIDENCE, and either would work here. I trust you.
And then Dustin was kissing him, devouring his mouth and exploring with tongue and lips and teeth. Landon melted into it, moaning as Dustin grabbed a handful of his hair and gripped his chin to position him exactly as he wanted him.
They kissed for what seemed like forever, Dustin’s body still hovering over his and not quite touching while Landon just gave and gave and gave. Anything that Dustin wanted.
Then Dustin started touching him. Light caresses and rough scratches. Harsh nips and deep, massaging strokes. Landon was already on edge, and this confusing whirl of sensations had him breathless and overwhelmed in the best way.
His wrists tugged against the cuffs every time he moved, and that just made it better. He loved that feeling of being helpless to do anything but accept whatever Dustin chose to do with him.
Dustin sat back on Landon’s thighs while he surveyed his work. He was still fully dressed, his jeans a little rough. Landon wanted that roughness on his dick, but he could already tell he wasn’t going to get it for a long time.
The most intense part, though, was the way Dustin watched him. There was hunger there, but also a fierce concentration. Like he wanted to take Landon apart and learn all of his secrets.
Landon felt squirmy and exposed, almost embarrassed, at being watched that way. Other Doms liked to watch his body. They often turned his face away without thinking about it, bending him over their laps or a piece of furniture or up against a wall. But Dustin was just watching him.
He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. There was something in the way that Dustin paid attention to him that he couldn’t look away from. It was a heady feeling, frightening and glorious all at once.
Then Dustin drew his fingers down the side of Landon’s ribs, and he couldn’t help but arch up, seeking more of what he wanted.
Dustin’s eyes widened. He did it again, a gentle touch. Then he dug in with his nails. Landon squirmed and cried out.
Fuck. Fuck! That always drove him crazy. He didn’t know why he was put together this way, with the sides of his chest more sensitive than the typical places like his nipples or his neck. And he would definitely choose this over anal sex, giving or receiving.
Sometimes he told people about that space along his ribs, but it got frustrating when they forgot. Or they treated it like it was a magic trick that let them skip all the other foreplay. Dustin was the only one who’d figured it out on his own.
And, God, Dustin wasn’t stopping. Instead of touching Landon’s
whole body, he concentrated all of his motions on those narrow strips of skin that always made Landon crazy. He was testing and teasing, stroking and pinching and clawing. And his eyes never left Landon’s face.
Then he found it. That perfect point just under his armpit, right above the top of his ribs. Dustin dug in hard, thumbs driving into flesh, painfully scraping against the bones beneath.
Landon screamed and thrashed. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. He was going to come like this. It was too much. Too painfully, powerfully erotic. He felt tears leaking from his eyes and pre-cum leaking from his cock. He was going to have deep bruises later and all he wanted was more. He was so close. He just needed...
Very slowly, so slowly he almost didn’t notice it, Dustin eased off. Those two glorious points still hurt, the bruising real, even as Dustin soothed over the skin with his hands.
Dustin looked at him like he was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.
Can you come like that?
Landon wished again that he could sign. He had come like this, once, but it hadn’t been as good as this. He’d asked for it, knowing that he could if his partner tried hard enough, and then felt like he was chasing it for the rest of the scene. He nodded hesitantly. Would Dustin give that to him?
Dustin smirked. Good to know.
Because Landon wasn’t in charge. And he wouldn’t even have to ask for it. That smirk meant that Dustin was going to do it, but on his own time. Landon’s mind was keyed up, but his body was melting into the bed, secured by the cuffs around his wrists and Dustin’s heavy weight on his thighs.
Dustin leaned over and picked up the crop. Landon had completely forgotten about it. He expected Dustin to have him turn over now, so that he could focus on his ass.
But of course, he didn’t do anything that Landon expected. And he seemed serious about watching Landon’s face.
Landon felt a little nervous about the idea of the crop on the front of his body. He’d never felt it anywhere but his ass, his thighs, and occasionally his upper back. On the other hand, he’d never had anyone pay such careful attention to him.
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