The Gentle Dom

by Sean Michael

  “Can’t we do both? Please?” He lay down on his belly and put his ass in the air.

  Rec groaned for him and climbed up, cock burning hot as it rubbed against his ass. “Yes. Pouncing first, lasting second.”

  “Perfect. Perfect plan.” Barclay wanted it. He wanted to be taken, fucked. Loved.

  Leaning over him, Rec reached past him to grab the lube. Barclay almost wanted to tell Rec to skip the lube and just fuck him, but then Rec’s slick finger pushed into him and it felt so good. He pushed back into the invasion, and Rec fingerfucked him with just that one finger, warming him from the inside. He rocked back and forth, riding it before he couldn’t wait longer and asked for more.

  “Two now.” Rec pushed two fingers into him, pushing them deep enough to touch his gland. Everything inside him lit up, the touches exciting.

  It all seemed bigger too, with the specter of this being the first time they were going without a condom hanging there, painting it all with an extra layer of excitement. His cock throbbed, and he spread a little wider, his balls swinging.

  Rec didn’t use two fingers for very long. He soon pushed in another finger, spreading Barclay even wider. Those three fingers worked him well as Rec whispered “love” and “God” and “baby boy,” voice rough with need.

  “Yours. Don’t stop. I need you.”

  “Not stopping. Wanna be buried inside you.” Rec drew his fingers away, and then Barclay felt the heat of Rec’s cock against his skin. There wasn’t any wait for a condom, just that blunt heat. Skin on skin.

  “I can feel you.” Rec’s skin on his skin.

  “I sure hope you can.” Rec rubbed his cockhead along Barclay’s hole—back and forth.

  He wanted more. He needed more, and he pushed back impatiently. Rec laughed and rubbed one more time before driving against him, breaching his hole. His body stretched, accepting Rec eagerly.

  He swore he could feel the difference without the condom, the heat unbelievable, burning his ass up in the best damn way. He knew he could hear the difference—Rec’s moans were insane and pretty much constant.

  Rec moved in and out again, the first few times long and slow. Then Rec’s forehead dropped onto his back, and the thrusts got stronger, quicker, giving him what he’d so badly wanted. He rocked back, meeting every plunge in, driving them together again and again.

  “B. B. B.” Over and over, Rec called out his name, cock driving into him, gliding in, slick and silky, pure, wonderful heat.

  “Yeah….” He bore down, clenching hard.

  Rec’s hands wrapped around his waist, fingers digging in how he liked it, hard enough to leave marks. With every thrust, Rec pulled him back, helping him move into the invasion.

  The pleasure built and built, driving his need higher.

  “Gonna,” he warned. “Soon.” He wanted to feel Rec coming in him, filling him up, marking him inside.

  “Yeah. Fuck yeah.” Rec slid a hand beneath him and grabbed his cock. “So tight, B. You’re perfect. Perfect.” Rec’s movements became almost frantic, driving into him without rhyme or reason now, which could only mean Rec was close too. “Do it! Come on my cock, baby!”

  The wild words pushed him over the edge, leaving him dazed, needy. He felt it, though, felt it as Rec slammed in one more time and filled him with heat. It shot deep inside him, Rec’s cock pulsing. Rec collapsed onto him with a groan.

  He collapsed onto the mattress in turn, letting Rec cover him, surround him. Soft kisses dropped onto his skin, lazy and easy. Hot. In fact, that was the word of the day. Rec surrounded him with heat.

  “Wow.” It was the best he could do, the most he had.

  “Uh-huh.” More kisses spread across his neck. The best, though, was that Rec stayed right there inside him, buried deep and filling him. Filling him right up, hot and good and right.

  He groaned and let his eyes fall closed as he focused on the afterglow, the pleasure.

  Rec’s touches were lazy, fingers sliding across his skin randomly. Every now and then he’d murmur, not even words, just sounds that were sweet as honey. Barclay floated easily, tightening his ass every so often.

  “Gonna keep me hard,” Rec told him, like it was a warning. Or maybe it was a promise.

  “That’s okay. I can live with that.”

  “Yeah, so can I.” Rec chuckled, the sound husky and deep. “After all, I did promise you to make it last after we went for it. Gonna stay in a bit longer, then I’ll do you for as long as I can.”

  “Mmm. You can stay as long as you want.”

  “Feels good, doesn’t it? I’m really glad we did this—got tested, I mean. This is really nice, being held by your body.” Rec hugged him, fingers lingering on his belly, warming him down deep.

  “Uh-huh. It’s been the best news.”

  “Yeah. I love that you wanted this too.” Rec danced his fingers up toward Barclay’s nipples, moving slowly like he had all the time in the world to build the anticipation.

  His body tightened as he waited, his world closing down to a space where nothing existed but his ass and his nips. When Rec finally reached his right, unscarred nipple, the light brush of fingertips felt enormous, absolutely huge, and he clenched, his ass squeezing Rec tight.

  Rec’s low groan was almost a touch, and it made him shiver. “Do that again, baby. Squeeze me.”

  He was more than happy to comply, and he clenched again. Rec’s heat inside him felt amazing, and the way Rec kept touching his nipple made it feel more intense. When Rec’s fingers drifted over to trace the scars on his left nipple, it had his anticipation building again.

  “Have you considered another piercing? Something new?”

  He shook his head. “I hadn’t, no.”

  “I think you’d look sexy. Either a hoop in both, or a barbell in one, a hoop in the other. It would let me tug more easily.” After tracing his scars, Rec plucked at his nipple, pulling it gently from his chest.

  “Oh.” He arched, ass pushing back into Rec.

  “Mmm. You ready to move again?” Rec rolled his hips, moving the thick cock inside him without thrusting. It caused Rec’s cockhead to brush against his gland, sending a shiver of pleasure through his entire body. At the same time, Rec tugged on his nipple again.

  Barclay cried out, the sound echoing against the headboard.

  “Love the noises you make. I like that I can tell if you’re getting off on what I’m doing.” Rec dropped soft kisses on his shoulder and neck, lips warm, the kisses leaving damp spots on his skin. Another circle of Rec’s hips sent an additional shiver of pleasure throughout his body.

  “Jesus. God, don’t stop. That’s magic.”

  “This?” Rec circled his hips again. “Or this?” That gentle tug to his nipple was repeated. “Or this?” Rec laid a few more kisses on his skin.

  “Yes!”

  Rec chuckled, but he didn’t stop anything he’d been doing. Thank God.

  “Laughing at me,” he teased.

  “With you, B. Totally with you. I’ve never had an experience like this.” Rec groaned as he rolled his hips, then again, finding a slow rhythm that Barclay was convinced was designed to drive him absolutely crazy with pleasure.

  Tug and thrust and pull and push. He was going to lose his mind. Rec’s kisses and the sounds coming from him were the final pieces to make it all perfect. He was hard again too, his cock leaving wet spots on his belly. Even without Rec touching it at all.

  “Making me so crazy, Rec.”

  “Good.” Rec laughed, nuzzling his cheek. “That’s what I want. Crazy from pleasure.” Rec sped his movements, thrusting more than circling his hips now. It ratcheted everything else up.

  “Yes. Crazy from pleasure. From you.” He burned, his ass full, his body buzzing.

  “Wanna do this all day.” Rec was crazy, but Barclay had to admit, he liked the idea and he was up for trying.

  “I’m in. I want to play for days.”

  “Good thing it’s Friday, then. We have days before
either of us has to be anywhere but right here in bed.” Rec bit at his earlobe, the pain unexpected, sharp, then soothed by Rec sucking on it.

  Days. God yes. He wanted this. Rec. Now.

  Rec increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, not enough to send him over yet, but enough to keep him gasping and moaning, his hands opening and closing in the bedding. “We’re not in a hurry, baby. Breathe.”

  Breathe. Right. It sounded a lot easier than it was with his entire body focused on Rec, on the pleasure.

  “I could stop for a bit,” Rec suggested, although he hadn’t yet. “Give you a moment to catch your breath.”

  “Don’t stop….” It was so good.

  “I wasn’t going to—just teasing you.” Rec groaned, proving that he was affected too. That he wanted this as much as Barclay did. Even if he did have enough brain power left to tease.

  He focused on working Rec’s cock, on milking him rhythmically. Rec made this sound, a drawn-out moan that was entirely obscene and ran right down his spine. His lover was the sexiest man on the planet, no doubt about it.

  The way he affected Rec made him feel about twenty feet tall.

  They continued to move together, and the pleasure built, wrapping around both of them. Nothing else existed. No one else existed. Right here in bed was all there was.

  Rec’s lips pressed against his neck, the caress gentle and warm, making him shiver. He wanted to kiss Rec in return, but that wouldn’t work with the way they were lying. He grabbed Rec’s hand and brought it up to his mouth, his lips sliding across Rec’s palm. Rec gasped for him, the soft sound sending a rush of air against his skin. Oh yes. He sucked in one finger, humming over the digit, lashing it with his tongue.

  “Fuck that’s good.” Rec pushed in harder, nailing his gland this time and lighting him up in a much bigger way.

  He dragged his teeth along Rec’s finger, enough to make it sting.

  “B! Fuck! Yes!” Rec punched in again, keeping the strength right there with every thrust.

  The way they were moving together was intoxicating, and Barclay cried out over and over, his heart slamming in his chest. This was everything.

  He floated on that thought and the sensations building and building between them. He had no idea how long they were at it, how long it lasted. It didn’t matter. All that did matter was this, right here in their bed. Rec’s cock in his ass, the love between them.

  The way the world seemed to pulsate, nice and slow.

  Everything disappeared, and he was in this haze with Rec.

  When his orgasm came, it was a surprise, the pleasure huge and moving through him from his balls to his cock, rushing like waves over his body.

  It pulsed, over and over, and he trusted in it, in Rec.

  By the time the last aftershocks had rippled through him, he was totally limp. Rec breathed heavily behind him, panting against his shoulder. A low moan sounded, and Rec managed to squeeze him gently. “So good.”

  “Uh-huh. Love.” Better than good.

  “Mmm. I love you, Barclay.” Rec smiled against his skin. “Time for that nap while I’m still buried inside you.”

  “Yeah.” He was melted, mostly asleep, and simply toast. He could get used to this. He wanted to get used to this.

  “Sleep,” muttered Rec. “Now.”

  He agreed. Maybe. Or not.

  It didn’t matter, Barclay was asleep.

  Chapter Ten

  REC PULLED the van they’d borrowed off Ian—one of the gym members—up in front of Barclay’s building. They were here to get the rest of Barclay’s stuff. His boy was moving in for good. Barclay had already put in his notice on the apartment.

  He turned to Barclay and grinned. “You ready to close out this chapter of your life?”

  “I am. There’s not much. Some clothes, photos, artwork.” Barclay was out of the chair these days, using his crutches to stabilize himself.

  “It’s yours, though. And the condo will feel more like ours instead of just mine when we’ve got your bits and pieces there.” He got out and went around to open Barclay’s door and be there if his boy needed any help getting down out of the higher seat.

  Barclay held his arms, balancing and easing down before getting his crutches. “I’m getting better.”

  “You so are. I’m going to get to watch you running that ninja course at the gym in no time.” He was looking forward to it. He was going to pick Barclay’s brains for the ninja training class he was going to run for the gym.

  “If it was all upper-body stuff, I’d be kicking ass.”

  “You need your legs to kick ass, B.” He bit his lip to keep from laughing and ruining the joke.

  “Uh-huh. I will beat you.”

  “Nope. I’m the Dom—that’s my job. If that was our kink.” They were into fucking and filling and comfort and care. A little bondage.

  His boy didn’t need pain. They needed their connection, to stretch together.

  He followed Barclay into the building. That way he got to watch Barclay’s ass. It was a great view. Barclay managed to make it down to his apartment at the end of the hall without a single hitch. Then he stood there, staring at the door.

  “Not having second thoughts, are you?”

  Barclay shook his head and pointed at the door. Which was already open.

  He immediately grabbed his boy and moved him back. No. No way. “Let me call Union.”

  “But this is my place, Rec.”

  “Yeah, and we’ll go in when Union gets here.” He got Barclay turned around and moving back down the hall. “We’ll wait in the van.” Just in case that asshole was still in there.

  “But….”

  He was going to pick Barclay up and carry him. “Please, baby. For me. Please.”

  Barclay looked at him, then nodded. “Okay. Okay, sure. For you.”

  “Good.” He followed Barclay back out and opened the van door for him. When he got around to his side and both doors were closed, he locked them. Then he called Union.

  “Yo, what’s up, man?” Union always sounded like he was nearly asleep.

  “Barclay’s apartment’s been broken into. We just got here and the door is open. We didn’t go in. I don’t know if he’s still there.” They had to send someone now.

  “On my way. Do not go in.”

  “No, we’re back in the van. We’re parked out front, doors locked.”

  “Good. Smart. Give me five.” Then the line went dead.

  “What did he say?”

  “He’s on his way and don’t go in.” He took Barclay’s hand. “He’s on it. They’re taking this very seriously.” He took a deep breath. “They’ll have a reason to bring him in after this. That’s breaking and entering.”

  “What if he’s in there? What if he’s messing with my stuff?”

  “Then Union is going to arrest him and take him to jail.” As long as Barclay himself was okay, Rec didn’t think some stuff was that big of a sacrifice. And maybe that wasn’t fair, because it wasn’t his stuff.

  Still, he would replace everything so long as his Barclay was safe. In the end, that was all that counted.

  “What did you think of Union?” The big man was a sub, though he’d bet no one would guess that from seeing him. The guy was huge.

  “He’s been very kind. I mean, seriously.”

  “Really gentle for such a big guy,” Rec added. Someone came out of Barclay’s building, and he narrowed his eyes until he realized it was a woman. He relaxed.

  “Big doesn’t mean ‘mean,’ you know?”

  “No, I know that. He’s a great example of don’t judge a book by its cover.”

  “Yeah, that seems like it’s always a thing, doesn’t it? Being judgy fucks you.”

  He nodded and glanced at his watch. Come on Union, he thought. Let’s get here and get this guy.

  The police car pulled up behind them, and Rec jumped out to tell them which apartment was B’s. Union pulled up behind the police car.

  “Bac
k in your vehicle.” Union pointed, and Rec nodded, moving back into the van.

  Barclay was gathering his crutches, a determined look on his face.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” He was not letting Barclay anywhere near where his ex might be.

  “This is my place! My fault.”

  “It might be your place, but this is in no way your fault. Your ex is crazy, and what he does is on him. Not you.”

  “Still. God. This is crazy, man. I want to get my shit.”

  “As soon as we know it’s safe, right? You are worth more than anything you own. Anything. Any. Thing.” It was worth repeating. He reached out and took Barclay’s hand, squeezed it tight. “I mean it, boy. I need you.”

  “Oh.” Barclay clung to his hand, looking pleased at his words.

  It constantly surprised him how Barclay craved the slightest praise. It made him a little sad that Barclay so clearly hadn’t had a lot of it in his past. And maybe angry. Of course, part of that was his anger at the ex too.

  He took a breath and found a smile for Barclay. “This is the last time you’re going to need to be here. You’re officially coming home.”

  “Yes. I’m coming home. To stay.”

  “Yeah.” That made him so happy. He leaned over and brought their mouths together, giving Barclay a kiss that held his entire focus. Nothing else mattered right at this moment. Barclay returned the kiss eagerly. Cupping Barclay’s cheeks when the kiss was over, he rested their foreheads together and they breathed as one.

  His timing was good, because as he sat back, he saw Union and the two uniformed policemen coming out of the apartment building. The uniforms made their way back to their car while Union came to him and Barclay. He climbed out and went around to open Barclay’s door, figuring that Barclay could sit where he was while Union gave them the lowdown. It was obvious that Forsythe hadn’t been there anymore.

  Union looked serious, and he gave them both a terse nod. “The place is trashed. I’ve got a forensics team coming. With any luck, we’ll find fingerprints. Have you ever had him over, Barclay?”

  “No. Never. I didn’t even know he knew where I lived until the other day when he said he’d been knocking and I hadn’t been answering.”