by Sean Michael
“You’re allowed to come.” And if Leo came from this, without a touch to his cock, David would feel like a million bucks.
He pushed against Leo’s gland again, watching the desperate need in the man’s eyes. Leo growled, tried to sit up, pull away. David pressed his free hand to Leo’s chest and held him down, held him in place.
“God damn you.” Leo jerked, body clenching around him.
“God damn us both, Leo.” He kept working that gland, pushing hard. He added a tweak to Leo’s nipple every third or fourth time he pegged it.
A sharp sound, like a bark, tore from Leo, just before the heat sprayed from him.
“Fuck, yes.” Emotion welled up in him and he pressed their lips together, pouring that into Leo’s mouth.
The kiss was wild, fierce, toothy, and David had to fight to stay on top of it. He did, though, because he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. He was going to make love to Leo if it killed them both.
One of Leo’s legs wrapped around his hip, their lower bodies grinding together. Leo’s cum made things slick and slippery, and he groaned into the kiss, biting at Leo’s lower lip to remind both himself and Leo that he was in charge here.
“Come on. Let’s do this.” Leo snarled into the kiss, that ass right there, offered to him.
“It’s not a punishment,” he growled back.
That didn’t mean he didn’t push two fingers back into Leo, making sure everything was still slick and open.
“No. No, not a punishment. More. Come on.”
“Pushy man.” He couldn’t help but tease, just a little.
Leo snorted. “You have no fucking idea.”
“Oh, I think I have some.” The man was the consummate top, after all.
He let his fingers slide away and smoothed on the condom before settling between Leo’s spread legs, his cock nudging first at the man’s balls.
“If you don’t know where it goes, Little David…”
“Fuck you, Leo.” Which was exactly what he was going to do.
“Kiss my ass.” Those eyes were laughing now.
“That’s not quite it.” Shaking his head, feeling like laughing himself, he pushed the head of his cock against Leo’s hole.
Leo’s body rippled, the man taking his cock in, driving up onto him. It was entirely unexpected, and he surged forward, pushing all the way in. He’d never felt anything so tight, so hot, so good. Leo rode him, the man’s strength surprising him, stealing his breath.
He pulled away and pushed back in, did it again, making sure it was him fucking Leo and not Leo taking him. Leo growled softly as that happened. He growled back, thrust again, then again.
He knew when his cock pegged that sweet gland because Leo twisted, moaned low. He kept just that angle, pushing in hard to nail it over and over.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Leo moaned, hands wrapped around the edges of the headboard.
Oh, fuck, look at that. Moaning, David sped his motions, moved faster, thrust harder. Leo’s ass slammed against him, over and over, driving against him. So strong—it was hot. Very hot. He pushed his fingers into Leo’s ass cheeks, digging in, squeezing.
“Mine,” he muttered, as he humped in hard.
“Fuck.” Leo’s eyes rolled, that sweet ass clenching around him.
“Yeah. Yeah, fucking you. God, Leo.”
“David. Harder. So good.”
Yes! He pushed harder, slamming into Leo’s body. Leo’s ass rippled around him, muscles fluttering and jerking wildly. Fuck, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. He wrapped a hand around Leo’s cock, jerking with each thrust. That fat cock was hard as nails, dripping, leaking for him.
“All mine.” He managed to move harder, faster.
“All. Jesus. The tip. Come on, David. Work the tip.”
“Pushy bastard.” He shoved harder, thumb working the tip of Leo’s cock hard.
“Yeah…” Leo didn’t look terribly worried. In fact, the man looked hungry.
Laughing a little wildly, David kept pushing as hard as he could.
“Soon.”
He didn’t need Leo to tell him—he could feel it. He pushed his thumb into Leo’s slit and hit the man’s gland at the same time. Spunk sprayed, covering Leo’s chest. The man’s ass squeezed him tighter than anything he’d ever felt and he cried out, filling the condom.
Leo’s arms wrapped around him, held him. He rested against Leo’s strong chest, panting, entire body melted. He could feel Leo’s heart beating beneath his ear.
It was the best thing he’d ever heard. Ever.
Chapter Fourteen
Leo was dreaming. That was the only answer.
Dreaming. A weird, perverse, sexual nightmare. He’d dreamed that he’d woke up, arms cuffed, and now he was sitting at a table, still bound, looking at the ocean and a shitload of food with Little David.
David smiled over at him. “All your favorites. What do you want to try first?”
“My hands are tied. It makes eating challenging.”
“Oh, I think you know how this works—I’ll be feeding you.”
Leo fought his groan. He did know how it worked, and it was intimate and arousing and incredibly good at helping a sub take the first steps into subspace.
“Now, tell me what you want to try first.”
Everything was finger foods, not a fork in sight. “The shrimp.”
“Mmm. Nice choice.” David picked up a shrimp and held it out to him.
He opened up, carefully not touching David’s fingers as he snapped it up. He hadn’t figured out exactly what the best thing to do in this scenario was.
“We can do better than that.” David slid a finger along his bottom lip.
He was not going to open up, not going to shiver, damn it. David licked his own lips. Leo couldn’t stop thinking about those heady, drugging kisses.
Another piece of shrimp was held out to him, this time David holding it so that Leo couldn’t help but touch the strong fingers with his lips as he took the bite. The touch was warm, gentle, and it made his belly ache.
This was ridiculous.
“How about something a little sweeter next?” David picked up a small melon ball that was wrapped in prosciutto.
The scent was fresh, good, and he nodded, lips opening. David popped the melon into his mouth, along with two fingertips. He nibbled on them, pushing David a little, growling.
David just grinned at him. “I think your bark is worse than your bite.”
He bit down, shook a little.
David laughed, eyes dancing. “Oh, fuck, Leo.”
He let himself grin over, wink. Play the littlest bit.
Still laughing, David grabbed a cracker with something that looked like smoked salmon on it, holding it up to his mouth. He snapped it out of David’s fingers, finding himself playing along, laughing.
David grabbed a little biscuit with caviar on top, popping it into his own mouth, then making a face. “Oh, god, salty.”
Leo cackled. “It’s fish eggs, Little David.”
“That’s ‘Sir Little David’ to you.”
“Sir little man?” He almost choked on his cracker.
“Just Sir will do.” David stared at him.
The air between them got thick again, heavy, and Leo wondered at it. David kept holding his gaze, refused to back down. He wasn’t going to back down, either, not now that he knew, damn it. David smiled, but kept staring.
“What?” He growled.
David put his hand to his ear. “What was that at the end of that?”
Leo vibrated. “Fuck off.”
“No. I’m going to spank your ass if you don’t start Sir-ing me.”
“We know each other. We’re friends, man.”
“So? You paid for a fantasy, and I’m here to help you make it come true.
I haven’t heard you safeword yet, and until I do, I’m your Master and you’d better get with the program.”
“So, what? I safeword, you and I can hang out and swap stories?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” David met his eyes, looking as serious as a heart attack. “You wanted this experience, and I need for you to see me as an equal, as someone who knows what they’re doing, who knows you and how to be the Master you need.”
“I’m not a sub. You know that.” The man had a point, though. He’d been willing to try to do this, before being faced with a friend.
“You are for the next four days.”
He didn’t have an answer to that. He didn’t know how to start.
“Leo, you are the strongest man I know. Just doing this at all is an incredible thing. It doesn’t matter who your top is, though. As long as they’re good. So you know me—then you have all the more reason to trust me to do right by you.” David picked up another bite of food. “This isn’t about me lording anything over you. This is about me giving you what you need.”
“What I asked for.” He wasn’t sure if he needed it.
“What we both need. If there’s anything between us, Leo? We need to see this through, or I’ll always be ‘Little David’ to you.”
Maybe. Maybe not. Still, David had a point. He’d committed to trying this, and Leo never went back on his word. He opened his mouth for the bite, the cracker crispy and good. “Thank you, Sir.”
David looked surprised for a split second, then the look warmed. “You’re welcome.”
His lips twisted. This didn’t sit very well.
David grinned suddenly and leaned over to undo Leo’s hands, then sat back. “Now it’s your turn to feed me. Boy.”
“I am not a boy.” He grabbed a shrimp. On that, he wouldn’t budge.
“You’re my sub, though. Feed me, moro.” David opened his mouth.
“Moro?” The gentle, fond diminutive in Greek made him smile, nod. He could work with that.
David smiled and looked pointedly at the shrimp in his fingers. He put the shrimp on David’s tongue. David closed his lips over the shrimp and his fingers, sucking gently. He fed David some blini, some spanakopita. David kept holding his gaze and nibbling on his fingers, licking them clean.
“Better?” He grabbed a dolma, the slick grape leaf cool in his fingers.
“Yes, moro.”
He fed half the dolma to David, ate the other half before all the rice spilled out. David licked his lips, eyes watching, heat building from that look. He licked his fingers clean and tried to find a place, intellectually, to settle.
“Have you had enough to eat?” David asked.
“I’d like another melon.”
David raised an eyebrow. “What was that, moro?”
“Please?”
“Don’t play dumb. I will spank your ass the next time you forget to Sir me.”
He didn’t think so. “Then give me another fucking bite of melon, Sir.”
“Jesus, you are pushing it, aren’t you?” David grabbed the melon, holding it far enough away that he had to lean forward to take it with his lips.
“I’m fucking aggravated.”
“Because you’re getting what you wanted? And maybe something special thrown in as a bonus?”
“No. Because it’s uncomfortable for me, to be in this position.” He was fair enough to be honest. “Especially since we’re not strangers. I react to discomfort with aggression.”
“I can’t say I’m upset you’re uncomfortable. We’re pushing at your boundaries here.”
He nodded. “That’s what I’d tell my boys.”
“Because it’s the only way to grow. It’s impressive, you know, that you wanted this experience to make you a better top.”
“I want to be my best.”
“That’s one of the things I’ve always admired about you.”
He accepted that with as much grace as he could. “Thank you.”
“I want you to try one of these little tartlets, they’re adorable. And then I want you to tell me what thing I could do that would make you the most uncomfortable.”
“Adorable? This I have to see.” On the second, he’d have to seriously consider that.
David offered over a little star-shaped tart with a raspberry sitting in the middle of it. “See? Adorable.” David’s gaze promised he wasn’t going to forget the second item.
“That is clever.”
David just kept staring.
Leo took the tart and considered the question. That gaze never wavered, but he had to admit, David didn’t push, didn’t press.
He split the tart in two, offered David half. “That’s a difficult question, because your instinct will be to do whatever I claim would make me the most uncomfortable, while my instinct will be to deny you that. Then there’s the concern that I’m not sure. I’ve let you bind me, let you fuck me. I’ve cleaned myself for you, shaved myself.”
David took the tart from his fingers with his mouth, chewing and swallowing before answering. “I think you cleaned and shaved because it was pushing your own limits without going too far. The same with the binding.” David smiled. “I like to think you let me fuck you because it was me.”
“No. I would have let another man fuck me in scene.” Leo took a deep breath, then continued on, offering David another bit of truth. “I enjoyed it, wanted it, because it was you.”
David smiled, and it reached his eyes. “I feel the same way.”
“Did you know it was me? Coming into this?”
“Not until I’d signed a confidentiality agreement. But before I agreed to do it.”
“Why did you take the job?”
David stared at him for a long moment. “The God’s honest truth?”
“I haven’t lied to you.”
“I took the job because I love you.”
Leo’s lips parted. “David?” He was at once shocked and more than a little impressed. What kind of strength did it take to put something like that out there?
David met his eyes. “It’s the truth.”
He held the man’s gaze. “You’re brave.” And intriguing. Fascinating.
David shrugged. “I’m not going to lie to you.”
“I appreciate that in a man.”
Leo found himself looking, really looking hard at David. He hadn’t taken a lover in a long time.
“Have another tart, moro.” David pushed the sweet toward his lips.
“Thank you, Sir.” He opened, a slow ache building in his belly.
David smiled at him, pushed the tart into his mouth. The raspberries burst in his mouth and he moaned. David groaned at the sound, fingers lingering on his lips. He licked at David’s fingers, heat building in him. This time it was David who moaned.
“Leo…”
“Yes?” He moved his fingers along David’s arms.
“Have another tart.” David grabbed for one, held it up to his lips.
“Share it with me?”
David nodded, coming in close. He leaned in, and they both groaned, softly. They bit the tart in half, lips moving together. Leo chewed and swallowed, then immediately he dove in, tasting the berries from David’s lips. David opened, letting him in.
His hands landed on David’s thighs, thumbs rubbing on the lightly furred flesh. One of David’s hands glided over his head, cupping the back of it. Leo gasped, lips parting. David’s tongue pushed into his mouth, the flavor on Dave’s lips addictive.
Strong hands wrapped around his hips, drew him over onto strong, muscled thighs. David caressed his back, the touch firm and sure. It was a position he’d never been in—it was arousing and unnerving all at once.
David drew his hand all way to Leo’s ass, then tugged him in closer, his groin rocking against David’s. His feet were off the fl
oor, his rhythm controlled by David.
David nibbled his bottom lip. “Sexy fucker.”
“Uh-huh. More.”
Grinning, David tugged him in even closer, bucking up against him. Their mouths met, slid together softly, then with more force. His balls ached, his cock full and ready, rubbing over the man’s warm belly. David got a hold of his tongue and sucked on it, fingers playing along his crack.
“I never do this with my subs.” Never.
“You’re so much more than just my sub, Leo.”
The words made him shiver, and he pushed closer. Damn. Damn, he…
“Wanton,” muttered David, kisses getting sharper, teeth tugging at his lips.
Leo shook his head. He was never wanton, never wild.
David bit his bottom lip hard. He growled, hands tangling in David’s hair. David didn’t cede control of the kiss to him, though, hands continuing to move him as well. His thighs moved over David’s, both of them slick.
“Fucking want you, man.” David’s words laid it out baldly.
“Yes.” That was easy. “Fuck, yes.”
David’s finger pushed into him, just the tip.
“More.” This man made him fucking crazed.
David drew his finger away. “You forgot a word.”
“Now?” He winked.
David laughed. Then goosed him. He jerked, their chests slapping together. This was the weirdest situation ever.
“You start Sir-ing me, or that’ll be a spank next time.” David kept threatening that.
“I haven’t been spanked since my training.”
“Then you’d better remember to sir me, moro.”
He would consider it. Seriously.
David used his strength to keep rubbing them together. David kept him off balance, kept him shifting and moving. The kisses kept him guessing, too, now soft and easy, now sucking his brains out. He continued moving, making soft little sounds that buzzed between them.
“Want you to ride me.” David’s finger pressed against Leo’s hole, tip pushing in.
He nodded. Yeah. Yeah, he could do that.
David grabbed the lube that was sitting on the corner of the table and slicked up his fingers, pushing one in. He stilled, just the slightest bit sore. David moved slowly, finger going in then sliding out again. In. Out. His eyelids went heavy, his body moving with David. Another finger pushed in, opening him up. The pressure made his hips roll, made him groan.
