by Sean Michael
“Sounds like fun.” He stole another kiss, lingering this time.
Stack let him have the kiss for several breaths, even let him deepen it slightly. Then Stack swatted his ass. “Food.”
“Uh-huh. Food.” Silly man.
Stack stared up at him for a moment before speaking. “As in ‘go get it.’”
He rolled his eyes at himself, then chuckled. “Right. I’m on it.”
Maybe he was a little tired too. Maybe? More like definitely. It had been a long fucking couple of weeks.
He grabbed the food and brought it out to the coffee table, making several trips. He wasn’t entirely convinced that Stack hadn’t fallen back asleep, but when he’d brought everything out, Stack sat, reaching for Robin’s favorite pot stickers. He patted the cushions next to him.
Robin sat close, humming with happiness as they leaned together. Stack stole another kiss before grabbing a pair of chopsticks. He speared a pot sticker and offered it to Robin.
“Mmm. Sticky goodness.” He ate, then chose a perfect bite of chicken and broccoli for his lover.
Stack’s tongue came out to lick the chopsticks after he’d stolen the bite. He hummed, eyes half closing. “Yum. Almost as good as you.”
“So long as it’s just almost, right?”
“Damn straight.” Stack stopped and chuckled. “No, nothing straight about either of us. You know what I meant.”
“I do. I totally do.” He started to chuckle as well, his laughter a little high-pitched, a little stressed, but turning into something easy.
“You okay?” Stack asked, rubbing his belly.
“Yeah. Yeah, I totally am.”
“Good.” Stack offered him another pot sticker and then grabbed the ginger chicken and popped a piece between his lips. “I got some of that weird sticky-rice pudding dessert they do too.”
“Yeah? That stuff’s interesting, huh?” It wasn’t bad, but he always had to wrap his mind around it.
“I think the biggest weirdness about it is that it isn’t really sweet. Dessert should be, you know?” Stack managed to bring some fried rice and a piece of the ginger chicken up to his mouth. His master was good with his hands—he proved that all the time.
Robin used a fork in deference to their floors and furniture, but he managed to get a luscious-looking bite scooped up, only to have Stack lean in and steal it. After closing his lips over the fork Stack pulled back, revealing the perfectly clean metal. Before he could complain, Stack grabbed another pot sticker and popped it into Robin’s mouth.
God, this was fun. He built another bite, so careful, knowing Stack would snatch it. His master didn’t fail him, eyes twinkling as Stack made short work of the mouthful. He was given a shrimp this time, the hot chili on it making him gasp as the flavor exploded in his mouth.
“Hot. Hot, fuck! Wow.”
Stack howled, holding his belly as he cackled. Then he grabbed his fork, put a bunch of the plain white rice on it, and offered the forkful to Robin.
He snapped it up, then drained half his milk. “Oh God. Hot. How good. Another one?”
Stack laughed harder at that, but dutifully offered another fiery hot shrimp, this time including some of the white rice. Then he handed Robin his glass of milk too. Stack popped one into his own mouth, making a happy noise as he chewed. He did not immediately grab his milk and down half of it. Robin could never decide if it was because his master didn’t react as much to the hot stuff, or if Stack thought it made him look more macho to simply muscle through it.
Either way, the temptation to finish Stack’s milk was huge. Vast.
“What?” Stack asked. “You have the devil in your eyes.”
“Moi? Never say so!” He started giggling.
Stack rolled his eyes, but he was chuckling too. Then he grabbed another shrimp and slipped it between Robin’s lips, fingers lingering in his mouth. He ate it, trying to suck Stack’s fingers, but it was too hot.
His failed attempt had Stack laughing harder, which made him start up again. Probably not the best idea with food in his mouth, but he managed to swallow and not choke to death. When he looked up, Stack was smiling at him, looking so much more relaxed than when he’d first come home. Robin leaned over, rubbed their noses together.
Stack ran his hands down Robin’s back to cup his ass, lifting him slightly from the couch. “Too bad you already took a shower….”
“I needed it. You wouldn’t have wanted me in that grumpy state.”
“Maybe I would have. I know how to deal with your grumpiness, you know.” Stack looked into his eyes.
“You do. You know all about me.”
“I do.” Stack slid a hand beneath his T-shirt and stroked his belly, made circles around his navel. “I know all about you—every inch of you.” Stack leaned in and nipped at his bottom lip. “Every inch. Inside and out.”
“Every single inch?” he teased, chasing that sweet mouth.
“Each one.” Stack led him on a merry chase, keeping his face moving, and in the end, nipping at his neck where Robin couldn’t follow. The soft laughter against his chin felt good, exciting.
“Silly Master,” he whispered. “Love.”
Stack growled softly, the sound vibrating against his skin. “Who are you calling silly, boy?” Strong fingers dug into his sides, tickling his ribs.
“You….” Oh. Oh, he couldn’t breathe. He just couldn’t.
Stack shifted him, put him in his master’s lap, those fingers wrapping around his waist. “Someone is forgetting who his master is. What that means.”
“Never. Not ever. I take care of you. Love you.”
“You take care of me, huh? And here I thought I was the one to take care of you.”
“You do. Mutual taking-care-of-ing.” He pressed close, stole a kiss.
“Mutual taking-care-of-ing. I like it.” Stack bit at his lower lip again, pulled it into his mouth and sucked on it rhythmically. Robin swore it matched his heartbeat. He melted, his entire body beginning to ache.
“Love how you need, boy. Love how you make me feel.”
Robin beamed. This was what he’d asked for: Stack’s care. Stack grabbed one of his asscheeks and squeezed.
“There’s not enough color on your skin, boy. No marks on your body to show you’re mine.”
No, it had been a lousy week for them getting together.
“We’ve been busy, Stack…. That’s okay.”
“It is. I still feel the urge to mark you as mine.” Stack brought him forward and began sucking on his neck.
Oh, Julie was going to be irritated if they showed. As if Stack had heard his thought, he moved his mouth up to Robin’s jaw, sucking a spot there, working his skin where he couldn’t hide it.
“Master!” God, he was caught between need and what he was supposed to do.
Stack bit hard, ensuring the mark would look man-made. Robin arched and gasped, his cock going rock hard.
“That’s right, boy. You love it when I get possessive, when I want everyone to know exactly who you belong to.” Stack licked the spot, pressing his tongue against the mark.
“My boss is going to be pissed.” But Stack was right. It was so worth it. He lifted his chin.
Stack dragged his teeth along the skin there, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Hard. Almost as hard as the fingers digging into Robin’s hips.
He found himself rocking, jerking on Stack’s lap. “Master!”
“Such an eager slut,” murmured Stack, licking from his throat all the way up.
“Yours.” He couldn’t argue that. He wouldn’t even try.
“One hundred percent.” Stack growled and shifted, Robin suddenly finding himself with his back on the couch, Stack on top of him. He gasped and arched, bucking up into Stack’s body, rubbing hard.
Grabbing his hips, Stack pushed him down and held him there. “I decide.”
He groaned, wanting more. Dammit. “Please.”
“Always so impatient.”
“You make me need. It�
��s not my fault.”
“Totally your fault,” Stack argued, biting at his earlobe.
“Not even a little. I’m innocent.”
“As the driven snow.” Stack paused. “That’s been peed on by a thousand dogs.”
“Oh, you are so fucking fired.” He cackled hysterically.
“Language! Do you kiss your master with that mouth?”
“I totally do. Totally.”
Stack proved it too, pressing their mouths together and kissing him hard. He opened up, drawing Stack’s tongue in. Stack tongue-fucked him, but from the neck down, he was still and held Robin just as motionless.
It was maddening. He wanted to jerk and rub, thrust and buck against Stack’s muscles.
“I’m not going to bind you, but I expect you to be still.”
“Master?” Surely Stack wasn’t serious.
“Yes, boy?” There wasn’t a single twitch of the lips or twinkle in Stack’s eyes.
“That’s evil. Evil.” His cock got harder.
“And you love me all the more for it.” Yeah, he couldn’t hide a thing from his master. Especially when he was laid out like this. “Be still, boy. It’s a demand.”
Stack couldn’t make it any clearer than that, and Robin was overcome with the need to move, to wriggle. He shivered with it, his belly tight as a board. Stack smiled—his master knew exactly how hard what he was asking of Robin was.
“I know you can do it, boy. I believe in you.”
Oh, that had to be cheating of some sort.
“I can. You’re so mean.” And amazing and warm and his, and Robin was stupidly in love.
“I know. Like I said, you love it.” Stack tilted Robin’s head back up and once again licked from his throat up to his chin. Then those soft lips proved how firm they could be as Stack began sucking up another mark right below his chin.
“Master…,” he moaned, his hips rolling instinctively.
Stack growled. “Going to have to punish you for that.” Stack rubbed his nose along the mark he’d just left, making the ache more intense. “I’m going to put a cock-ring on you before work tomorrow. You’ll have to leave it in place for an hour for every infraction.” His master hummed. “If you push it, it’ll be a cage, and you’ll just have to wear it until I remove it.”
He gasped. Surely Stack wouldn’t send him to work like that? He was not going to think about how hot that sounded. At all.
Not even a little. Ass.
“Be nice to me, Master.”
“It doesn’t matter if I’m being nice or not, boy. Unless you safe-word, you’ll just have to accept what I choose to give, to do, how I choose to treat you.” Stack met his gaze, the heat in his master’s eyes incendiary. Stack was as turned on as Robin was—that much was clear.
“I always do, Master. I’m a good boy.”
“Most of the time. And you are rewarded for it.” Stack pressed his thumb against the mark on the side of Robin’s neck, making him shudder. “We both are.”
“Uhn.” He licked his lips, over and over, his entire body shivering.
Stack licked and kissed his face, then his throat again, before moving to his right collarbone. When Stack’s lips closed over the skin around the bone, Robin was reminded just how sensitive every part of his body could be. It felt like Stack was bringing every nerve alive.
He keened softly, his eyes rolling up in his head. That didn’t stop Stack from what he was doing. In fact, his noises seemed to be spurring his master on, everything becoming more and more intense.
He shifted, rubbed his butt on the couch, the fabric of his pajama pants rasping on him.
“Robin.” That was all Stack said. Just his name, growled out in that deep voice. It vibrated inside him.
“Master. Please. Love.” He needed.
“I love you, boy. You need to let me do this. At my pace.”
“I’m trying.” He squeezed his eyes together, trying to force himself to do this right.
“Just trust that I’ll give you what you need, even if it’s not as soon as you need it.” Stack pressed kisses on his cheeks.
“Yes, Master.” He would try. He swore. He had to, for Stack.
“That’s what I want to hear.” Stack’s slow explorations began again, kisses and licks and nibbles—both large and small.
He was good at that. Saying yes. He was. He wasn’t so good at being still while Stack was doing his best job to drive him absolutely crazy.
Still, he kept his eyes screwed shut and forced himself to stay still and tense.
“You are supposed to be enjoying this, you know.” Stack stroked his tight muscles, the touches gentle.
“I know. I am. I’m just trying to obey you.” The caresses melted him, bone-deep.
“Would it be easier if I said you’re wearing the cage tomorrow and let you do what you want now?” Stack asked, rubbing his cheek against Robin’s chest.
“Master!” He cried out, pushing at Stack’s clothes, looking for skin.
“That’s not what I meant.” Stack grabbed his hands and held them both in one of his own over Robin’s head. Growling, Stack pulled in his right nipple and sucked vigorously.
“Fuck! Fuck, I need you!” He let himself let go, let himself fly.
“Got me.” That was all Stack said before he went back to sucking, tongue flicking back and forth across his nipple.
Between Stack’s lower body pressing against his and the tight hold on his hands, Robin couldn’t get away—he was safely held.
“Needy boy.” His nipple got a sharp bite. “Little slut.”
He was. He wouldn’t deny it. He arched and tugged at his hands, trying to get more stimulation, to pull away, to get Stack naked, not to mention his own pants off. None of it was successful, but it felt so good to try, to let his need reign. To know his master had him no matter what.
To know that Master Stack saw his hunger, his need.
When his chest was covered in marks, Stack finally let go of his hands to tear off his pajamas, the sound of the material ripping almost enough to make him come right then and there.
“I liked those!” he protested, knowing Stack wouldn’t care.
His master didn’t even bother to acknowledge his words, wrapping one hand around his cock instead and tugging roughly as he bent and sucked on the skin to the right of Robin’s navel.
“Gonna look like a leper. Your leper.”
“Uh-huh. There isn’t a single person with eyes who won’t know that you belong to someone. And you’ll be able to feel it in every move you make. Not because there’s something inside you or on you, but because you’ll be able to feel my marks beneath your skin.”
“I always feel you. You’re always so close. Inside.”
Stack met his eyes and smiled. “I love that you feel that way. Sometimes I need to mark you so that I know that’s how it is too.”
He blushed, then wrapped his legs around Stack and hugged tight. Stack buried his face in Robin’s neck as they held each other, and he could feel each breath tickling against his skin.
Then Stack drew back enough to work off his T-shirt, jeans, and underwear. All that glorious skin touched his as Stack rested against him, hot and smooth and wonderful.
“Hey.” He sighed softly, nuzzled in. “Love you, huh?”
“I know. I count on that.” Stack leaned over and grabbed the oil, spread it on his cock.
Then Stack pressed a single slick finger into him. Fuck, it had been days since they’d had a chance to do this. They were way overdue.
“Oh.” He smiled. He had to. He needed this, so much.
“You’re tight,” murmured Stack. It was not a complaint; he could hear that in the soft tone, see the pleased look in Stack’s eyes.
Stack slid that one finger in and out until Robin thought he would scream for more. All of a sudden, Stack pushed a second finger in with the first.
“Yes.” The word was a single whisper, so soft.
Stack looked pleased. “Sweet
boy.” His master then proceeded to drive him wild with those two fingers, stretching and pushing them deep, rubbing his insides and hitting his gland.
The touches promised to make him absolutely insane. Utterly.
When Stack pushed in another finger, he cried out, the sound turning into a loud shout as Stack stroked his gland. That earned him a low, evil chuckle, Stack repeating the motion again and again.
Robin threw his head from side to side, his body bucking up to rub against Stack as best he could. He needed more.
“Patience, boy. I’m making sure you’re open.”
“Yes. Yes, Master. Open. God, I need you.”
“I’m right here for you, boy.” Stack hit his gland again.
“Yes. Yes, Master. Right here.”
Stack tugged his fingers out. Robin always hated this part between the stretching and the fucking. It felt… incomplete. Was that right? Incomplete?
“Boy, where are you? Focus.” Stack bounced his balls—gently, but still….
“Right here. I’m right here with you. I swear.” Stack was the only one who knew how to turn off his mind.
“Okay, then. You must be ready for this.” Stack pressed the head of his cock up against Robin’s hole, rubbing there for a moment before pushing the tip in.
He had been born for this. Born ready.
Stack thrust, pushing all the way in and hitting his gland. Then Stack pulled out and did it again. Robin’s body clenched, his inner muscles working Stack’s heavy, long cock. That had Stack groaning for him and moving a little faster. They found a rhythm, push and pull, squeeze and squeeze again. He constricted around Stack as hard as he could, loving the shout he got in return.
Stack’s mouth dropped down over his in a rough and sloppy kiss before Stack bit his lower lip and tugged. Robin cried out, bucking up into Stack’s possession. Stack slid a hand beneath him and grabbed hold of his ass, fingers digging in as he helped Robin move up again.
“So strong,” Robin whispered.
“All the better to fuck you.” Stack gave him a toothy grin, but the look in his eyes was hot, full of love.
“My own personal big bad wolf.”
“Grrr.” Stack growled theatrically for him and punched into him.
Robin bit out a curse, lightning slamming up along his spine. Stack moved faster, filling him so well, over and over. He met each and every thrust, and he felt his thoughts shatter and spin away.
