by Sean Michael
He loved the sound of Way’s cry, loved hearing it. He wanted more. Hell, he needed more. He tapped on Way’s gland, then backed off, watching his boy twist.
He hit Way’s prostate again, then tapped the tight balls, then gland again, over and over, back and forth.
“Please.” Way plucked his own nipples, tugged at them, no doubt to make them ache.
Balancing himself carefully on his knees, he worked with his hands and managed to grab hold of one nipple with his teeth, giving a good, solid bite. Way needed to let go and come.
Way’s entire body convulsed for him, and his boy screamed, rolling under his weight. He pulled back to watch Way’s face through his orgasm, watching it move through his boy’s body. He kept moving his fingers, wanting to extend Way’s pleasure.
“My Neal. My…. Oh God. Please. Please.”
“Please what, Way?” He continued to bounce his fingertips off Way’s gland.
“Help me. Help me. God. God, help me.”
“Help you with what, boy?” Neal didn’t know if Way wanted it to end or wanted it to go on and on.
“I don’t know!” Sweet, needy baby.
“I do, though. You need to remember to breathe, and to let the sensations roll over you.”
“Trying. Trying. So much.”
“Good.” That’s what Neal wanted—his boy out of his mind with pleasure.
He slowed his touches, drawing everything out.
He looked into Way’s face, flooded as it was with enjoyment. “Beautiful lover.”
Way blinked at him, obviously dazed, confused.
He slowly pulled his fingers out and kissed Way, their lips lingering together.
Way moaned for him, a soft sob pushing into his kiss.
He kissed Way a while longer, then rested their foreheads together. “I’m going to make love to you and then when we’re done I’ll take the sound out.”
“Uhn.” Oh, that was the answer he wanted.
He slicked his cock up and settled between Way’s legs, spreading them with his knees.
“I’m going to spread you so wide, baby boy, and you’ll come again, all trapped up.” He couldn’t wait to feel that all around his cock. Way’s pleasure would spur on his own.
“Please. Please, more.” He’d never seen Way so wild.
He pressed in, Way’s hole tight around him. It felt damn good. The muscles shook and shuddered, the pressure clenching and relaxing. Moaning, he began to move, pushing into Way again and again, and Way took him, slamming them together.
He watched Way’s face, the pleasure there beautiful.
Way looked dazed, confused, lost in their pleasure. He moved faster, pushed in harder. God, it felt good. It felt like heaven, the way his boy jerked and squeezed around him.
He grabbed hold of Way’s cock, knowing it would move the sound inside his boy. Way’s dark eyes went wide and his boy gasped, almost sitting up.
He moved his hand from Way’s cock to his shoulder, pushing him. “Easy, love. You need to stay lying down.”
“I…. You’re making me crazy.”
That made him smile wide. “Yeah, that’s what I was going for.” Leaning in, he added in a whisper, “You think the sound is sexy yet?”
“I think I’m going to die, it’s all so big.”
“You’re not going to die. The pleasure is going to go on and on.” He began to move again, thrusting slowly.
“And on and on and then I’ll explode.”
“No, I’ll pull the pin before that happens,” he teased, winking.
“Uh. Uh-huh.”
He kissed Way, hard, hoping to ground his boy right here with him, draw his attention from his need to their connection.
They were going to fly, but together.
Once he knew he had his boy’s full attention, he slid his hand back around Way’s cock, sliding it slowly along the hard, plugged length.
“Oh God. Don’t touch.”
“Shh. It’s okay.” He pressed another kiss on Way, hand still moving loosely. “They have big ones, ones that vibrate, ridged ones.” He grinned at the way Way’s eyes crossed. “There are little penis plugs and all sorts that clip on to a Prince Albert piercing. I know you don’t have one of those yet, but that doesn’t mean you never will.”
“A piercing….” Oh, someone liked that idea. Very much.
“Yeah. Right here.” He pressed his finger against the spot on the top of Way’s cock where the piercing would go. It would be hot as hell, going to the piercer, being there with Way while it was done.
“Neal….” Way stared down at his cock, wide-eyed.
“I know simply the idea of it has you turned on as hell.” And he already had Way wound up, so the fact that his words were adding to that…. He thrust again, nice and firmly, his cock hitting Way’s gland.
Way grunted, his boy’s teeth clicking together. He loved this—loved this arousal. He was so glad they’d gone all the way with this. Couldn’t see how this was sexy…. Yeah, he’d shown Way how sexy it was.
He began thrusting again, hand moving on Way’s cock as he pushed his boy to one more orgasm.
He dragged his hand over Way’s shaft, jostling the sound hard. His boy bucked and cried out, so he did it again, before pinching one nipple after the other. He timed his movements so he’d hit Way’s gland at the same time that he nudged or pinched or twisted.
It took every bit of his control to hold on, to give Way all he needed. He did it, though, gritting his teeth to keep from coming as he continued to bang into Way, to push his boy toward orgasm. He needed Way to shoot, to come again and again.
He was going to pull out the sound while Way was coming this time. It would extend his boy’s orgasm and let all that spunk out.
“Come for me, boy. Need you to.”
“Trying. Oh God. I’m trying, Neal. Sir.”
“Remember, you don’t have to shoot, you have to let the orgasm move through you.” He nudged Way’s balls with his hand, pushing them hard.
“Sir!” Way’s ass muscles clenched around him, jerking and rubbing against his shaft.
There they were. He could feel his own orgasm riding him, right there, so he nudged Way’s balls a few more times.
The flush climbed Way’s belly and his boy began to sob, toss his head back and forth. There.
He slammed in one last time, letting the tight squeezes of Way’s ass pull him over the edge. He managed to grab hold of the ball at the top of the sound and pull the whole thing out of Way’s cock before he was blinded by pleasure.
Seed spurted, dripped from his needy boy’s prick as his own filled Way’s ass, his orgasm making him shudder.
Panting, he brought their foreheads together, resting there with his lover.
Way pushed close, shoulders shaking, sobs wracking him. Neal held on tight, still buried deep inside his boy. Then he fused their mouths together, keeping them connected.
I have you. I have you and I’ll never let you fall, baby boy.
He finally had to pull out and he did so with a groan, moving to curl up around Way’s limp body. “Love you,” he whispered.
“I love you. Stay here. I need you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, love. I’m staying right here with you.” He touched Way’s skin, petting gently.
“Okay. Okay, because…. Okay.”
“So the verdict on the sounds being sexy—I think I have successfully convinced you that I’m right about that.”
“Shh.” He could feel Way’s cheeks heat.
“That’s a yes, if I ever heard one.” Laughing, he took Way’s mouth, moaning into it.
God, they still had a whole evening to play. A whole evening. They could afford to take a small nap. He kissed Way’s cheek and held his boy tight. Life was good.
Chapter Three
WAY WOKE up and it was dark, the bed was empty, and he felt sore and disoriented and dazed. He sat up, trying to remember what he was doing and what day it was.
He
and Neal had made love a couple more times after the… after that thing had been put in his cock. He still couldn’t believe how… how incredible it had felt and how his orgasm had sort of been all over his body. He’d never felt anything like it.
As he lay there, he heard sounds in the kitchen, the fridge opening and closing, cutlery clattering.
He needed to get up, but he was…. He was warm and he snuggled back into the covers, his hand wrapping around his cock, petting it gently.
It ached at the tip where the metal had gone in, but it was… well, a good ache. He liked the way it made him feel and he kept touching.
Whistling sounded, coming closer as Neal came up the stairs.
He curled around his hand. Just a few more touches before Neal came back.
“Hey, love,” Neal called softly. “It’s time to wake up. Long enough to have something to eat, anyway. I made sandwiches. Peanut butter and jelly.”
“My favorite!” He sat up. “We’re all turned around, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s a little after midnight. I figured if we slept right through we’d probably wake up at like 3:00 a.m. and be starving and not able to get back to sleep.” Neal set the tray he was carrying on the bedside table. There were two plates with the sandwiches on them, and two glasses of milk as well.
Way’s stomach growled and Neal laughed softly.
“You worked me out,” he murmured and slipped closer, needing to touch.
Neal shifted to sit on the bed, back against the pillows, and held out his arm, offering a spot to cuddle up again. Way took him up on the invitation immediately, and Neal kissed the top of his head before passing over one of the plates. There were two sandwiches on it and Way thought he was hungry enough he could devour both.
Neal grabbed his own plate, resting it on his thighs and grabbing one of the PB&Js.
The sandwich satisfied him, deep down. It was weird, but it was comfort food of the greatest degree—simple, homey, wonderful.
They ate quietly together, Neal passing him his glass of milk now and then to wash down the peanut butter, and when they were done, Neal held him close, arms wrapped around him.
“You smell good,” Neal told him.
“So do you. I could stay right here forever.”
“I read somewhere that if you’re compatible, you like the way each other smells.” Neal’s fingers slid along his arm, leaving warm trails behind.
“That makes sense.” He traced a lazy circle around one of Neal’s nipples, playing idly.
A soft shiver went through Neal and he loved that. He loved that what he did made Neal want. The tiny bit of flesh drew up, and he didn’t push it, simply kept tracing around and around.
Neal groaned and squeezed him gently. “Making me crazy.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He imagined the answer would be no, but it seemed polite to ask.
Neal answered without a single hesitation. “No, don’t stop. Please. More would be good, though.”
“More?” He dragged one finger down over Neal’s bud, flicking it.
Neal gasped softly, nodded. “Feels good, love. Like magic.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it does when you touch me too.”
“Yeah?” Neal wormed a hand between them and rubbed his nipple.
“Uh-huh.” He matched the touch, stroking that much harder. “It burns, but not in a bad way.”
Neal licked his lips, another groan sounding, vibrating along his cheek, which was pressed against Neal’s chest.
“How are you feeling?” Neal asked. “About being my sub, me being your master?”
“I’m excited. Nervous. A little overwhelmed.”
“Overwhelmed?” Neal asked. “How so?”
“I want to do this right, to do right by you.” It felt important, sort of desperately important.
“Me too, love. I want this to be an amazing thing in your life. A wonderful thing. We keep talking, right? Keep the lines of communication open. Well, and love each other. That’s probably the most important part.”
“Probably, huh?” He couldn’t imagine doing this if he didn’t love Neal.
Grinning, Neal put their plates back on the tray with the empty glasses, then rolled them, putting him beneath Way’s beautiful, strong body. “Yeah, most definitely probably.”
“Most definitely probably for sure.” He could play this game.
Neal laughed down at him, face alight with happiness. “Absolutely most definitely probably for sure.”
“Undoubtedly absolutely most definitely probably for sure, no question.”
Neal’s laughter increased. “Oh God.” Then he bit his lower lip before finally saying, “Undoubtedly, absolutely, most definitely, probably, for sure, no question, you betcha.”
“You betcha? You totally win. Totally.”
“I knew my hometown roots would come in handy one day!”
They laughed together, and he slid his hand up along Neal’s back. “You’re fine—amazing even.”
And that was lame.
“Thanks, love. I’m glad you think so.” He could feel Neal’s muscles rippling for him, against him, and he kept touching, long, slow, lazy caresses that kept them together.
“So you really liked the sound, didn’t you?” Neal asked, holding his gaze.
“Uh-huh. I mean, it was… weird, but intense.” Erotic and sensual and wonderful.
“And you came like a ton of bricks.” Neal looked a little bit smug about that, but he supposed Neal had a right to. “I think tomorrow we should go online and check out what other things are available for slit play.”
“Other…. There are other things?”
Oh dear God.
“Yep. I thought I’d mentioned some of them. Of course, you were kind of busy at the time. Vibrating sounds. Plugs for your penis that work with a Prince Albert. I did mention wanting to get you a Prince Albert, right? A ring that goes right here.” Neal gently squeezed against his slit and his glans.
He cried out, his eyes rolling up. Oh, that ached. That ached so good.
“I want to get your nipples done too, Way. You’re going to love the piercings. They’re going to make everything so much more. We’ll take our time, though. No need to go out and get it all done tomorrow. I want you to anticipate them.”
Neal was wicked, saying all these things, putting images in his head.
“I…. Oh.” His nipples drew up like Neal was stroking them again.
“You could tell me what wicked and wonderful things you’re dreaming of us doing together,” Neal suggested.
“I… I don’t… I don’t know that I’m thinking about anything specific.”
“No? That’s okay. We’re actually doing a lot of wonderful things, so it’s okay if you aren’t fantasizing about even more.” Neal rolled his lower half so their cocks bumped and slid together as he spoke.
“It stings, and when you talk, I ache.”
“I like that. I love that doing something like the sounding results in you feeling me later. Like I’m still doing those things to you.” Neal kept moving, making him catch his breath a few times.
“Yeah.” He moved so that he could whisper into Neal’s ear. “I thought you shouldn’t like aching and stinging.”
“There’s no should or should not, love. Does it feel good?”
Way had to nod, because it did.
“Then that’s all that matters.” Neal turned his head and brought their mouths together, kissing him.
That’s all that matters. Okay. Okay, he could live with that.
“We make our own rules, love. And that’s true of the BDSM lifestyle as well as real life. We love each other and are treating each other well, so nobody else can say that what we’re doing is wrong. And as long as you have a safeword and I make sure we’re not doing anything dangerous, then nobody can say we’re doing anything wrong. Live and let live, you know?” Neal peppered his face with kisses, one hand sliding between them to play with their cocks.
He’d come so many
times and so well, he didn’t think only Neal’s hand could possibly be good enough to make him come again, but it felt so good around his cock that he didn’t care. He wanted the touches, and to feel good.
“I like that. To live and let live. Robin told me to believe in you, to let you lead me.”
“Robin’s a very good sub and he knows his master has his best interests at heart. Like I do for you. I want to love you and make you happy.” Neal kept touching, slowly stroking his cock.
“Same here.” He circled Neal’s nipple, then nudged the tip.
Neal gasped softly, then pushed against his finger before answering. “Then we’re going to be okay, love. No matter what else we do or explore.”
“Uh-huh. I like this. You. Me. Together like this.”
“The together part is all that matters in the end.” Neal licked at his collarbone, the touch so light it tickled.
He shifted to slide up against Neal, rubbing them together like Neal had been doing earlier. It made him gasp, and Neal groaned, and he loved that they were touching all along their bodies. Then he ducked down, lips wrapping around Neal’s hard little nipple so he could suck it.
He could feel the way that affected Neal as much as hear it. Along with his moan, Neal jerked and the cock alongside his seemed to throb.
He hummed softly, and that made Neal rock even harder.
“Getting so good at this, love. You’re a natural.” Neal held himself up on his arms, giving Way room to work.
Oh. Oh, that made him feel like a king, like the hottest thing ever.
He moved between Neal’s nipples and Neal continued to groan. Then he rolled onto his back, opening up his entire body to Way’s explorations.
What an embarrassment of riches.
He allowed himself to play, to drop one happy kiss after another on each nip.
Neal’s hands slid to tangle in his hair, fingers working his scalp, and he nibbled and licked, feeling as sensual as he ever had.
Neal continued to praise him and to make pleased noises, body writhing beneath his ministrations, so he kept making love to his new—master—lover.
Neal slid a hand along his spine, right down to where it turned into his crack, which Neal teased gently.
