by Sean Michael
“Right here.” Even if it hurt later. Hell, even if it hurt now.
“Good job.” Stack continued to push into him like neither of them had come already.
“Uh-huh.” That was it. Good job. Fuck.
Stack found his gaze, staring into him as Stack found that rhythm again.
His ass felt deliciously stretched and full, his body holding Stack tight. There were no more words—only this. Their bodies driving into each other, the sensations building.
He never broke their gazes, never looked away. Neither did Stack, and it was another connection, like Stack was fucking him with his eyes.
Robin couldn’t decide whether he couldn’t breathe or if it was more like his chest had finally been released.
Stack kissed him, breath pushing into his mouth, into his lungs. Filling him. He sucked in air, his world beginning to spin.
“Got you. I’ve got you.” Stack said it like he truly believed it.
Robin moaned, his balls aching with need. Stack wrapped his hand around Robin’s cock, played with his slit, thumb rubbing back and forth. This time the pressure felt deeper, almost rich. The urgency was gone, the pain and pleasure all that was left behind.
“You need to be plugged, boy. Your cock fucked.”
His nostrils flared as his entire body went tight.
“Sounds good, doesn’t it? Sounds just right.”
“Master. Anything. Everything.” Just keep me.
“I’m going to plug you after you’ve come. Leave my seed inside you. Fuck, I might just tie you to the bed and not let you up for days.”
“Promises, promises.” They both had to be at work Monday, and Robin wasn’t even sure whether Stack was on call this weekend.
“You’re mine until Monday morning, boy. To do with what I want. So yeah. I promise.”
“Yours.” He leaned up, taking a kiss and pushing his luck. Stack took over the kiss immediately, tongue pushing into his mouth to let him know who was boss.
He didn’t hesitate, and he didn’t fight. He knew who his Dom was.
Stack worked his ass and his mouth good for what felt like forever, but wasn’t anything near long enough. Then Stack whispered the magic words, the ones his body knew intimately. “Come for me now.”
“Master.” His entire body convulsed, the world clenching around him.
“Yes!” Stack shouted and slammed into him one more time, filling him deep with heat.
He melted, sinking into the mattress. Stack collapsed onto him, and he could feel each breath, feel the rise and fall of Stack’s chest, the air puffing out against the skin of his neck.
It was solid and warm. Right. It felt so right.
“I need to get a plug for you; then I’m going to take you out to breakfast. You’ll know every second we’re sitting there that you have my full attention.”
Oh God. Yes. Please. “Thank you, Master.”
“I’m coming out now—you make sure you don’t lose a drop.” Stack gave him a serious look. “I’m going to find a plug that’s going to challenge you.”
He jerked, his ass milking Stack’s heavy cock. “Yes, Master.”
“Fuck, your ass muscles are incredible.” Stack gave him a short, hard kiss, then began to pull out. He moved slowly but surely, no matter how much Robin tried to hold on tight. “Greedy boy. Such a cockhound.”
There was no arguing that.
Stack finally pulled all the way out, and Robin couldn’t contain his cry at the sudden emptiness even as he squeezed tight, determined not to let Stack down. He was not going to let even a drop leak out.
Stack’s soft chuckle was pleased and wicked all at the same time, and the evil cheat tapped his hole a couple of times, teasing him.
“Impressive,” Stack murmured when Robin managed to stay clenched tight. Stack pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock before getting out of bed. “Have you been practicing?”
“Master?” Practicing what?
“Practicing, working out your ass muscles—whatever you want to call it. You’re so tight, and your control is better than ever.” Stack leaned and touched his hole again, this time dragging his finger from behind it all the way along Robin’s crack.
“I haven’t had anything inside me. Not since you. I missed it, though, so maybe I did.”
“You don’t need to have anything inside you to work on keeping these muscles tight.” Stack stroked again, looking up into his face. “Did I tell you how happy it makes me that no one and nothing else has breached your hole?”
“I don’t know how not to be yours, Master.”
“That makes me happy too.” Stack went to his chest and rummaged around before coming back to bed with a large plug. It wasn’t the biggest Robin had ever seen, but it was big enough he knew he was going to feel it with every step. Hell, with every movement.
He groaned softly, the anticipation riding him.
“You’ll feel this while you’re sitting. Even in the padded booths of the diner.” Stack gave him that wicked grin again.
“So mean to me,” he whispered.
“It’s not mean to give you exactly what you need. And this—” Stack waved the plug around. “—is what you need.” Grabbing the pot of lube, Stack climbed onto the bed by Robin’s legs.
Stack was what he needed. He didn’t know if this was the same thing, but it was Stack doing it to him, after all.
Stack grabbed his knees and spread them while pushing them back at the same time, totally exposing his hole. Then Stack rubbed a finger along his crack, right to and then past his entrance. “Mmm. So warm. And you didn’t lose any of my come at all.”
The praise heated him up, made him groan. Stack grabbed his cock, which was trying very hard to make a comeback, and stroked it a few times. Then he slicked up his fingers and rubbed them over Robin’s hole, lubing it up.
Robin knew he needed to relax when the plug touched him, but he couldn’t until then. Until he was breached.
Stack took his time, touching Robin, then rubbing lube onto the plug, then touching Robin again. It revved him up and made him clench harder so he didn’t accidentally let go. Finally Stack brought the head of the plug to his hole and pressed against it. “Open for me, boy.”
“Yes, Master.” He was tender, burning, and so happy. He took a breath and let go of the control he had on his hole, letting the muscles loosen. Stack immediately pushed the head of the plug into him, taking over the task of keeping Stack’s spunk inside him.
“Good job, Robin. I’m pleased.”
“Thank you.” His eyelids went heavy, the world thrumming as his hole was breached again.
Stack slowly pushed the plug deeper, making him feel every bit of it as it sank into him. As big as it had looked in Stack’s hands, it felt even bigger, though Stack himself was larger.
Not as unforgiving, though. Not even close.
“You’re almost there.” Stack tugged the plug partway back, then began its forward journey again until finally it came to a stop, the tip nudging at his gland.
The challenge with this one was that it was shaped like a bullet, thick until the tiny stem between base and plug. He tried not to shift, but he did groan, and Stack stroked his belly, fingers warm and soothing but arousing too, which made him want to shift all the more.
“All plugged up, boy. Spread and stretched for me.”
He could feel Stack’s gaze, like a touch dragging over his skin from his ass to his face, then back down again. His cock jerked completely of its own volition. Smiling, Stack traced his fingers over it.
“All this need, all for me?”
“For you.”
“Perfect answer.” Stack stroked him a few times, then stretched to grab something out of his bedside drawer. The next thing Robin knew, the base of his cock was wrapped in leather. “Just your prick this time, as you need to be able to walk.”
His aching nipples throbbed; his cock bobbed. Fuck.
Stack’s grin couldn’t be called anything but shit-e
ating, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he took Robin’s cockhead between his thumb and index finger and squeezed. Then Stack stroked him once before backing off.
“Okay. It’s time to get some food into you—I don’t want you passing out.” Stack rubbed one nipple. “We’ll stop and get these fixed while we’re out.”
They both throbbed at Stack’s touch, and he couldn’t hold back his moan at the thought of wearing Stack’s rings in them again.
Stack held out his hand and pulled Robin to his feet when he took it. He wound up pressed against Stack’s amazing muscles. “I know you’re hungry.”
“I don’t know what I am, Master.”
“That’s okay, because your master does.” Stack gave him a soft kiss, but didn’t let it deepen, didn’t let it become needy. “Okay. Clothes. For both of us, though once we’re back, the rule will be that you don’t wear clothes inside.”
He nodded, although he couldn’t back away, couldn’t leave what he needed from Stack. His Master didn’t make him go either, moving around the room with him to collect their clothes.
Soon they were dressed again in soft, easy clothes, ready to go. Stack locked the door behind him and took Robin’s hand, holding it as they walked down the street toward the twenty-four-hour diner he remembered so well. They’d had many a meal there, from pancake breakfasts to midnight snacks.
This is okay. This is okay. This is real. If he told himself long enough, it would be true, right?
Stack opened the door to the diner for him, and they went in and settled in the booth he’d always thought of as theirs. He hadn’t been here since he and Stack had split.
He couldn’t help but rock on the plug, nice and easy, steady. It reminded him who he was with, that they were together, that today his master saw him.
Indeed, the look Stack gave him said he knew exactly what Robin was doing.
No one said no, though, did they? No, Stack seemed to be enjoying what he was doing as much as he did. Well, probably not as much.
The waitress came by, and Stack shook his head when she offered coffee. “Thank you, but we’ll both have a glass of orange juice and of milk. Robin will have the half stack with a side of bacon, and I’ll have the full stack and a side of sausages, please.”
“Of course, sir. It’ll be right out.”
“Thank you.” Stack waited until she was well away; then his attention was fully back on Robin again.
He didn’t know what to say, whether to make small talk or not.
“You’re nervous,” Stack noted, sounding surprised.
“I am. I don’t want to make a mistake.” He didn’t want Stack to regret him.
“You’re allowed to make mistakes, boy. I never asked you to be perfect. That would be impossible.”
“I know. I do. That doesn’t stop me.”
Stack reached for his hand, squeezed it.
Robin stared down at the beautiful, scarred hands, loving the way they looked against his fingers.
“So does all this mean that you’ll come home?” Stack asked, focus entirely on him.
“Do you want me to? Do you think it’s wise? Have you been happy?”
“We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you to. What do you mean by do I think it’s wise? And I’ve missed you. There’s a place in my life where you belong, and it’s been empty.”
“I had to leave. I couldn’t make you understand how much I needed you to see me.”
“I see you now, boy. And we need to talk about less desperate measures for you to take if you’re feeling unseen again.”
Those words were enough, oddly. We need to talk. How many times had he prayed for Stack to say that?
“I’m not a mind reader. You can’t count on me somehow just knowing.” Stack gave him a wry smile. “I know a lot of Doms like to think they have that kind of ability, but in all honesty, it comes down to intuition, to reading people, and you know I’ve always been better at that with the cats than with people.”
“I just… I thought I was asking. I genuinely did.”
“So what are we going to do next time you need to ask to make sure we both know you’re asking?”
“I don’t know, Master, but I’m willing to figure it out.”
“That’s half the battle, isn’t it?” Stack let go of his hands and sat back as their waitress brought their glasses of orange juice and milk. Stack grabbed up his orange juice and drank it all down.
“You and your juice,” he teased.
Stack chuckled. “Some things don’t change. Not that I’m saying I’m intractable. I can change if needed.”
“I don’t want you to change everything. I love you. I just…. You made me feel like you thought I was silly, pointless. Like you could replace me, no problem.”
“Did I ever say that to you?” Stack asked.
“No. No, of course not.” But Stack had told him that his concerns were silly, that he wanted romantic bullshit. He’d been so lonely, so bored and lost.
“Maybe you need to tell me what you hear when you’re not happy with what I say?”
“I tried to tell you how much I needed you, how unhappy I was, and you said it was romantic bullshit. Like what I needed didn’t mean anything.”
“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, Robin.”
“Thank you.” It had. It had made him feel worthless and cheap, like any sub would do.
“I’m not good at romance, boy. I think you know that. You’ll need to find a way to remind me.” Stack stroked his hand. “And I have a few ideas to remind you I’m with you, even when I’m at work.”
He shivered. That sounded rather… wonderful. Stack grinned at his reaction, but anything he might have said was forestalled by the arrival of their food, the plates set down in front of them. Pancakes and shared bacon and sausage. It looked delicious. It had been so long since Robin had had the fluffy buttermilk pancakes they served here.
“Oh….” His eyes actually crossed.
“I got you the half stack because that’s your usual, but if you want more, we can always get you another half stack.” His master grinned. “I know how much you like them.”
“This is plenty. I’ve missed them.” He’d missed so much of his normal life. He’d given everything up—everything—when he left Stack.
“I’ve missed watching you eat them. I’ve missed feeding them to you too, actually.” There had been times when Stack had forbidden him to use his hands, even in public.
His cheeks heated, and he slipped the pat of butter between the pancakes so it would melt. Stack grabbed the syrup and poured it over Robin’s pancakes, letting it sit in the middle and pour out over the edges from there. Just how he liked it. Stack had noticed. Remembered.
He grinned, terribly pleased. “Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome, boy.” Then Stack poured his own syrup on the side of the plate. Stack liked to dip his bites into the syrup, then add a bit of butter to the mouthful with his knife.
Robin could watch that forever, that silly, normal, mundane thing.
Stack ate two mouthfuls of pancakes, then took a bite of one of the sausages, followed by a bite of bacon. Then he started the whole process over again.
“Boy?”
“Yes, Master?” He blinked up.
“Eat.”
“Oh!” His cheeks got even hotter. “I was—”
“Watching me eat. But you need your energy. You’ve got the piercing and then a scene when we get home again.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I love that you want me, boy. Enjoy your pancakes. That’s an order.”
He giggled at that, but obeyed too, digging into his meal with gusto. The pancakes tasted even better than he remembered.
“Mmm. That’s so good.” He found himself playing footsie with Stack, enjoying the proximity.
Stack chuckled, sliding their feet together in return and watching him eat.
Magic. This was magic right now, and he intended to hold on to it.
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Chapter Eight
STACK WALKED Robin over to the tattoo parlor, and to their good luck, Randy was available for piercing.
“Good. I didn’t want to have to wait any longer to have Robin’s rings put back where they belong.”
“What happened, honey?” Randy asked. “Did they get infected?”
Robin blushed dark, ducked his head.
“There was a misunderstanding,” Stack offered. “We’re clearing it up now. I might want new rings, though. Something to mark the occasion.”
“Sounds great. Come on, let me show you what I have.”
He took Robin’s hand and followed Randy. “Is there anything you’d like to see?” Stack asked, wanting to make sure Robin felt involved.
“I’m just happy to be wearing your rings, Master. I like to be beautiful for you.”
Stack stopped and looked Robin up and down. “You are, boy.”
Robin went rosy, the pleasure obvious on his face.
He smiled at Robin before turning his attention back to the jewelry Randy offered to them. He was attracted to the ones that wound gold, silver, and brass together.
“I like these.”
“Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re stainless steel, but I think they look like precious metals, and they’re safe for piercings.”
“They are stunning. Nice and solid too. They’ll look great on my boy.” Stack could picture himself tugging and twisting them, driving his boy out of his mind.
“Good deal. They should go in easy, hmm? Just a little of my professional encouragement.”
Stack chuckled at the words, but he nodded too. Better Randy’s professional encouragement than Robin shoving them back in himself. He would feel more settled about him and Robin when they were once again adorning his boy’s nipples.
“You know the drill, my friend. Ass in the chair, shirt off.”
Robin climbed up and sat, stripped his shirt off. Stack leaned in and brought those sweet nips to attention himself, tugging and pinching them.
By the time he was done, Robin was flushed and erect, lips parted on a moan.
“He’s ready for his piercings, Randy.” Stack stepped to the side, letting his hand rest on Robin’s shoulder, making sure his boy knew where he was.
