In case it was the last time.
He touched Landon’s shoulder, but didn’t get a response.
Giving in to his impulses, he stroked Landon’s hair, untangling it from around his ears.
Landon shrugged him off.
Was that it? Was he just supposed to leave?
No, he at least wanted an explanation. He’d ended things too hastily the first time, and he wasn’t going to let it go that easily now.
He shook Landon’s shoulder, not enough to hurt him but enough to say that he wasn’t going away.
Landon grunted and turned his head just enough to face him. He glared.
Dustin met his glare and tried to keep his face impassive. If this was the end, he could at least see it through with dignity. Can you tell me what’s going on? he finally asked.
Landon closed his eyes, effectively ending the conversation.
Seriously? Dustin shook his shoulder again, not stopping until that crystal glare was fastened on him. Try again. What’s going on?
Landon lifted one hand from by his side, formed it into an O, waved it through the air, and let it drop again. Nothing. His eyes closed.
Dustin wasn’t sure whether to feel angry or worried. It looked like apathy, but it felt like defiance. Mostly it was just confusing.
He shook Landon’s shoulder again. Is this about the superintendent?
This time Landon shot up onto his knees, fire in his eyes. Go away. You can’t fix it. You’re not even here. Then he flopped back onto his belly, head turned to the back of the couch.
Alright, so it apparently was about the superintendent. At least it wasn’t Dustin’s fault.
But what the hell? It was like his talkative, friendly boyfriend had been replaced by…
A teenager.
Holy shit. Was that it? Was this Landon… asking?
Not just asking, telling. Telling him that he couldn’t fix it because he wasn’t there. Because he’d been trying to pull back and, apparently, that wasn’t what Landon needed at all.
Dustin rose to his feet, lust pooling in his belly and a tentative hope unfurling in his chest. But he kept his face stern. That part was essential.
He gripped Landon’s shoulders, his thumbs crossing over the back of his neck, and yanked him up until he was sprawling awkwardly with one leg on the floor and one tucked under him. But at least he was sitting up.
Dustin slipped onto the cushion he had just vacated so he couldn’t crash down again. You will not talk to me that way.
Or what? Landon was all defiance and anger. That light that Dustin loved so much flashed in his eyes.
Dustin held up one finger and gave it a slap. He hoped he looked confident, because inside he was terrified that he’d misinterpreted everything. And he really didn’t want to fuck this up.
Landon crossed his arms over his chest, thrusting out his chin. His body said make me.
Thank God. Landon wanted this.
What followed seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Dustin pulled Landon over his lap and pinned him with his left hand while he struck his round, perfect ass with his right.
He didn’t give any warm-up swats, just turned all of his stress and fear of the past two months into harsh blows that left Landon kicking and twisting and screaming.
Dustin leaned over so that Landon could see him. You will speak to me respectfully.
Landon shook his head, agreeing and disagreeing at once. His hands gripped the couch, nothing close to a safe word.
Then I’ll make you obey.
Landon glared at him, kicking out his feet. But, Dustin noticed, only hard enough to feel the restraint of his arm across his back and not enough to slide to the floor.
Dustin struck him again and again, always in the same place, imagining the color blooming under the thin cloth.
Dustin’s palm began to burn from the impact, and he debated switching hands, but what he really wanted was to be striking Landon bare. If Landon wasn’t wearing a belt, he could probably reach down and strip off his pants.
Though that gave him an even better idea.
He’d read about techniques, and he’d practiced. On a pillow and on his own thighs.
And if there was one time to show that he trusted Landon to use his safewords and trusted himself to provide what Landon needed, this was it.
Are you ready to talk to me?
Landon shook his head wildly.
Dustin pulled him up again, leaving him awkwardly crouched in the corner of the couch and balanced by his hand.
Take off your pants.
Landon looked mutinous.
Now.
Sullenly, Landon stood and shucked them off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. His cock jutted out from under his incongruous shirt, belying his interest.
God, he was gorgeous like that. Aroused and vulnerable and so deliciously defiant. This was what Dustin had been missing. And, he realized with heart-rending clarity, what Landon had been missing, too. Hopefully he hadn’t fucked it up too much already.
Give me your belt.
Landon looked shocked, then drew in a great, gasping breath, for a moment forgetting all pretense.
Dustin cursed himself for not doing this sooner, but the only thing he could do now was give Landon what he needed.
Landon wrenched it from the belt loops and almost handed it to him but then dropped it so that it barely missed his fingers.
You’ll pay for that, too. Now come back here. He patted his lap.
Landon hesitated.
There was something different in Landon’s defiance this time, and it took Dustin a moment to realize what it was. A few minutes ago, Dustin had forced Landon into the spanking through physical strength.
With Dustin holding him down, Landon could pretend that he wasn’t asking for it.
Now Dustin was asking Landon to submit to his control under his own initiative. And as much as he wanted it, he seemed to want to defy Dustin just as much.
He took one slow step forward, looking uncertain and recalcitrant, but still completely hard.
You brought this on yourself, boy, Dustin reminded him, hoping to hide his own arousal under a mask of calm. Now I need to remind you how to be good.
Need sparked through Landon’s face. Dustin could practically see the fight within. The desire to fight control and the deeper desire to be good. This fight was what lit Landon up inside.
I know you’re a good boy, he cajoled. I’m just going to remind you how to be good for me.
Landon took another step forward, this one smaller than the last. Less than a foot separated them, but Dustin wasn’t sure if Landon was going to make it. Dustin was getting a whole new insight into how deeply he’d failed in his responsibilities to his boy.
I’ll punish you and then we’ll put everything behind us. I’ll be here for you.
Another slow step.
But it wasn’t enough. Landon was his. This is what they’d been missing. This was what they both needed. He just needed to claim it.
Daddy’s going to take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.
Landon’s eyes widened, and then he was tumbling over his lap in a tangle of gangly limbs.
Why the fuck had he ever tried to deny this?
Dustin pinned him down tightly with one arm, then pushed up the ridiculous buttoned shirt that he should have asked him to remove. He wanted as much skin as he could reach, and he stroked him from ribs to knees and back again.
Landon shivered and arched under his hands.
He made sure Landon could see him, which wasn’t easy from their angles. Daddy’s going to use the belt on you. To remind you that I’ll punish you and take care of you and give you everything that you need. Do you understand?
Landon glared, but he nodded at the same time. Dustin didn’t know what it was about that combination, but it did it for him every time.
He coiled the belt around and around his hand until he was fairly confident of the length, lon
g enough for range of motion, but short enough not to wrap around. He needed it to land squarely on that magnificent ass that was already pink from his hand.
He held it up where Landon could see. Ready, boy? Landon nodded. Who am I doing this for?
Landon’s shoulders rose and fell. He blinked his eyes, as though holding back great emotion, then he pointed to himself.
That’s right. Because I’ll always take care of you. Because I love you, he thought, though he knew he couldn’t say it.
Then Dustin let the first lash fly. It made a satisfying, cracking sound, but it had nothing on the grunting sob that rose from Landon’s throat.
A stripe of white flashed across Landon’s pink skin and then blood rushed in to mark it with a deeper red.
Dustin touched the mark with adoration and wonder.
Landon was clutching the cushions but showed no signs of distress.
He let the belt fly two more times, aiming for different areas, then ran a soothing hand over the warmed skin.
Landon pushed back against his fingers with deep moans wrung from his chest.
Dustin struck three more times, letting the new lashes cross the old.
Landon was crying now, tears tangling in the strands of hair that fell over his face and into his open mouth.
Dustin caressed him, digging into the marks, watching Landon’s face. He knew this expression. Maybe he had been right to wait for this until he knew Landon so well. Because he didn’t need safewords and signals to know that Landon still wanted more.
He let fly five hard strikes in a row. And now Landon was pushing back into his hand, rising up after each stroke to meet him. His cries turned heavy and throaty as pain morphed into pleasure.
Dustin dug his fingers into the abused flesh, scratching and gripping. Landon bucked under him.
Then, he added two more strikes, suspecting that Landon was reaching his limit. The sounds that he made were inhuman and glorious.
Dustin dropped the belt and began stroking the heated, painful flesh. With his other hand, he reached in between Landon’s legs, fondled his balls, and then began stroking his length.
The angle was awkward and constrained, but all it took was a few swift caresses before Landon was shooting in his hand, his body trembling and his voice raw.
As soon as his pleasure had run its course, Dustin maneuvered him around until Landon was sitting on his lap, limbs tangled around him.
Landon sought his mouth greedily for kisses. Dustin couldn’t get enough of him. Of the rightness of being together like this. Of Landon trusting him with so much disobedience and openness.
He suckled and bit at that hungry mouth and licked up Landon’s tears. He could feel the sticky cum crusted onto his hand where he gripped Landon’s shoulder, but he ignored it.
He pulled back just enough to sign. You were so good for me. So perfect.
Landon beamed at him, languid and happy like he hadn’t been in a while.
Dustin kissed him again, claiming him.
He was still hard, though, still overcome by the beautiful sight of Landon taking his lashes. And all of that squirming boy still in his lap.
He tugged Landon’s head up with a strong grip in his hair and watched his eyes widen in shock and desire.
You took that so well for me. And now you get your reward. He gestured toward his zipper.
It took Landon only a moment to figure out what he meant and fall to his knees.
He was perfectly balanced, hands clasped evenly behind his back. And he looked horribly debauched, his shirt askew with his slow-filling cock sticking out.
Take off your shirt. I want to see you.
Landon opened the top couple buttons and then, impatient, wriggled the rest of it over his head and tossed it behind him. He was gorgeous.
But Dustin also couldn’t let that slide. You’re going to be cleaning all of this up tonight.
Landon glared up at him.
Try me, and you won’t get your reward either.
Landon moaned aloud, and Dustin suspected he hadn’t realized he’d done it. He still looked mutinous.
In fact, why don’t you go gather up all of your clothes now. Hang them over the chair.
Landon jerkily complied and Dustin couldn’t get enough of watching him. His inflamed buttocks flashed out whenever he leaned over and he was, impossibly, almost hard again.
He tried throwing the clothes on the chair first, but Dustin gave him a pointed look and he hung them over the back with pointedly fastidious care.
Good enough.
He pointed to the ground between his knees.
A year might have passed before Landon made those five steps and then crumpled awkwardly to his knees, without an ounce of his usual grace.
Dustin couldn’t quite describe it, but it was that battle inside that drove him so wild. That joint desire to defy and submit. Because ultimately Landon would submit to him.
He gripped Landon’s chin harshly. This is what you need, isn’t it?
Landon shrugged.
Oh, so I should stop?
Landon shook his head so hard that it slipped from Dustin’s grip.
That’s what I thought. I won’t make that mistake again.
Landon’s eyes pleaded with him.
He could be gentle and loving. But Landon had already had enough of that. He made his face stern. Take out my dick.
Landon did it gently. Reverently. Like it truly was a reward.
Then he pulled his hands back. Not behind his back, though, but daringly gripping Dustin’s knees.
Dustin waited, watching Landon grow more tense. Do you deserve this?
What the hell? You already said I could have it.
Yes, but do you deserve it?
How the hell should I know?
Then let me tell you. You deserve everything that I have to give you. And I will do my best to give you everything that you need. No more holding back. Because you are mine.
Landon sucked in a sharp breath, looking surprised and needy and finally, finally happy.
But that was the last full breath he got for a while, because Dustin pulled his head forward, guiding him onto his cock by that beautiful hair.
He fucked into Landon’s ready mouth, ignoring his gasping and struggles. Because Landon's beautiful dick was still hard, and his knees were gently folded underneath him.
Moreover, the two graceful hands that were flailing and pushing back against him were completely free to safeword. And since Landon wasn’t anywhere close to that, it meant that he wanted to struggle.
And fuck was that hot.
He pushed in deeper, his cock practically choked by that impossibly tight throat. And then he held it there.
Landon looked up at him with those gorgeous clear eyes, so broken and needy and trusting.
Dustin kept one hand tight on the back of Landon’s head and stroked the other gently down the side of his face, never breaking eye contact. He loved him so much and couldn’t deny it anymore.
Landon blinked his eyes closed once, and then again. He must be close to running out of air, but Dustin kept him there just a few seconds longer, trying to communicate everything he was feeling.
Landon let his eyes close again and Dustin pulled him off. He sucked in great, gasping lungfuls of air, coughing a little as he did.
You’re mine. It was not quite everything that he wanted to say. But it was close enough for now.
I’m yours, Landon agreed, then continued to press that palm up to Dustin’s chest.
Make Daddy come.
Landon fell on his cock with enthusiasm, sucking him deep again and licking around the head. He was so close already and with one more stroke he was shooting down Landon’s throat.
Landon swallowed it down and then looked up at him dreamily.
Dustin pulled him forward to rest his head against his knee until his breath quieted. He couldn’t stop touching him, though, carding through his hair and caressing his back.
Eventually the stickiness and sweat overcame the intimacy of the moment. Let’s get you into the shower. You made a mess everywhere.
Landon gave him a little glare, but it was sweet and sassy this time. It’s not my fault. You’re the one who made me.
Dustin pulled him up. I know. And I’ll do it again as often as you need me to.
Landon pointed down at his angrily hard cock. How about now?
I said I’d give you what you need. Not what you want. And I believe that you already came today.
Landon stomped his foot, but his eyes shone.
Dustin took his hand and led him to the shower. It was going to be a long, difficult evening for his boy. And he had a sense they would both love it.
Chapter 20
Landon
Landon woke up to a soft flutter across his cheek. He turned into it, feeling warm and cozy, and was rewarded by another caress along his jaw.
He blinked up sleepily into Dustin’s adoring face and slowly let the memories settle in. They were reinforced by the ache across his butt, the soft pajama pants tangled around his legs, and the throb in his cock that was still half hard.
Because Daddy was giving him what he needed and not what he wanted.
No wonder he had slept so well.
Time to get up, sleepy head.
Landon shook his head. He didn’t want to get up. And he, maybe a little bit, wanted to see what Daddy would do.
Just to make sure.
Five more minutes, then we have to start our day.
Landon pouted, but inside he couldn’t have been more pleased. Especially when Daddy played with his hair and stroked his ribs, making him feel tingly and horny and cherished.
After some interminable amount of time, which he trusted was exactly five minutes, Daddy said, Time to get up now.
Landon shut his eyes and shook his head. It was the opposite of what he’d been doing for the past two months. The opposite of what he’d been doing his entire life.
He wasn’t just saying no to getting up, but to taking responsibility and dealing with everyone’s problems including his own. He just didn’t want to do it.
And he wanted, no needed, to know that Daddy would step in. The differences between want and need were becoming increasingly clear to him.
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