What He Needs

by E. M. Denning

  “That’s it, Little One. You’re so nice and relaxed now.” Alan practically purred as his hands once again smoothed down Craig’s ass. Alan’s hand travelled lower. Craig choked off a startled sound that morphed into a moan when Alan’s fingers cupped his balls. Craig moaned, and Alan chuckled. Then something wrapped around the base of his cock and around his balls and tightened. Craig gasped and wriggled his fingers looking for something to grab onto. “Holy shit, Daddy.” Craig panted, and his fingers scrabbled unsuccessfully for something to grip onto. “Is that…”

  “It’s a little toy to help you. You’re so beautiful when you’re eager, but I don’t want you coming too soon.”

  Craig didn’t like the sound of that. Not really. Even though he swore the room heated five degrees and his balls tightened. Okay, so he was, in fact, fighting the urge to roll his eyes into the back of his head and float away with all the ideas that flashed through his mind of what Alan could possibly have in store for him.

  Craig nearly leapt out of his skin when a breath of warm air washed over his hole.

  “I love how your body responds to me, Little One.” Alan stroked his thumb down the crease of Craig’s ass, then back up again. Craig grunted when the thumb stopped and lightly pressed against his pucker. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to steady his breathing. Alan had been a genius to put the cock ring on him. He’d have blown his load already for sure, but he couldn’t. He was trapped on the edge of ecstasy and Alan was determined to make him ride it for as long as possible, because the next thing he knew, the thumb disappeared. Craig heard something open. He jerked when a well lubed finger swirled around his hole, then gently pressed inside.

  “Ung. Fuck.” Craig wanted to bury his face into the mattress, bite a pillow, maybe scream or at least rock back and fuck himself on that one finger, but Alan’s other hand pressed down on the curve of his ass, keeping him still.

  “That’s right. Let me hear all those glorious sounds. I want to hear you fall apart.” Alan slowly worked in a second finger as Craig chanted a string of expletives. Alan chuckled darkly. “If you could see how beautiful you look, Sweetheart.” Alan’s hand stroked across Craig’s lower back and Craig bit his lip. “You’re trying so hard not to fall apart.” Alan’s voice was soothing. It slid under Craig’s skin and made him want to let go for Alan. Craig exhaled and closed his eyes and he swore he heard Alan purr.

  Craig jerked a little when Alan slid his finger out. He felt empty, voided, bereft even. His eyes snapped open and he caught sight of Alan, who smiled a sweet sort of smile that Craig had never seen before. “Relax. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

  Craig felt the words more than he heard them. They uncoiled something inside him and he felt the last bit of tension leave his shoulders. Alan had him. Alan was there, and Craig trusted him like he’d never trusted anyone, because Alan hadn’t ever pushed for anything. He never hinted that he wanted more. He never did anything but be there for Craig and support him and believe that he was enough.

  He was enough.

  He was enough, and Alan had him and he let go. For the first time, maybe ever, Craig let go for real. He relaxed, and Alan smoothed his powerful hands over Craig’s back. Then something hard and slick pressed at his entrance. Craig didn’t need to be told what to do, he let Alan work the plug inside him because he was Alan’s and Alan was his. Alan swore he had him so Craig submitted to his Daddy. His Dom. His lover and boyfriend. His everything.

  The plug was bigger than Craig was used to and it stretched and stung a little, even though Alan worked it in slowly. Alan never stopped touching him, petting him. He didn’t stop speaking to him either. Craig’s world had shrunk down to contain only Alan. He surrounded him with his voice and his touch and the scent of him that clung to the bed.

  When the plug was fully seated Alan gave it a sharp smack. Craig yelped and jerked in his bindings. The smack made a jolt of electricity shoot straight through Craig, right from his ass to the top of his head and exploding outward like a firework. Then Alan’s hands stroked lower. He knelt on the bed, one hand slid up Craig’s spine and came to rest at the back of his neck. His thumb stroked along Craig’s heated skin and Alan’s warmth blanketed him as he wrapped his other hand around Craig’s throbbing cock.

  “Oh god. Yes. Please.” Craig begged, for what exactly, he didn’t know. But he needed…something. Everything. Alan. He needed Alan. He needed to make him happy. He needed to be everything Alan needed. “Please. Fuck. God.” Craig swore as Alan slowly jacked him. His balls tightened, but couldn’t release and his entire body got hotter, sweatier, needier. He practically burned with the desire for Alan to rip the plug from his ass and take him, fuck him, fill him and mark him and make him his for real.

  “What is it, Sweetheart?”

  Alan knew what he needed. There was no way he didn’t, not when Craig’s mouth was hanging halfway open and he was panting and so fucking turned on he couldn’t barely think. But Alan wanted the words so Craig gave them to him.

  “I need…you. I need you. So much.” And then the words came sliding out of Craig’s mouth like the answer to a prayer. “Daddy. I need you.”

  He didn’t miss the way Alan’s breath hitched, or the way his fingers tightened on his cock. “You have me, Little One. You do. You know that. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

  Alan moved away, and Craig didn’t bother tracking his movements and worrying about where he was going and what he was going to do. It didn’t matter. Alan was there. His. Everything. Craig waited quietly, not moving a muscle. Then Alan was back and something soft brushed down his spine, slowly. The softness caressed each vertebrae and Craig shuddered. It was so slow, and it felt so good, so amazing, that it felt almost like torture. The touch was there, but almost not and it made him squirm. He jumped and barked out in surprise when the softness continued down the crease of his ass and underneath him. He choked back a moan when the softness licked at his balls. Then it vanished, and Craig’s nerves chased the phantoms of its touch.

  Alan continued to touch him everywhere. With soft things and prickly things and things that felt slightly scratchy, but mostly amazing on his now super sensitive skin. His brain sparked with white-hot awareness of everything that touched him. The soft scratch of the comforter when he shifted even a little. The glide of precum as it beaded on his engorged cock. Even the feel of his own panting breaths passing over his lips was pulling him farther apart and somehow putting him back together.

  Then Craig was begging. “Alan. Please.” Alan. Not Daddy or Sir or anything else. Alan. He needed Alan. Because though he was his Dom. His Daddy. His Sir. He was first, last, and always his lover. His everything. “Alan. Please.” Craig panted again as he clenched and unclenched his fists. “I need you. Please. God. Fuck me.”

  Alan stroked a hand down the center of Craig’s spine, a move that Craig guessed was becoming Alan’s favorite. The reason eluded Craig. But that didn’t matter, because Alan unfastened Craig’s arms. Craig didn’t move, not yet. Alan was touching him. Stroking his hands up the sides of Craig’s thighs. Then down his ass. Alan’s thumbs grazed the crease and Craig shuddered with anticipation as he exhaled.

  Alan plucked at the plug that still sat in Craig’s ass. Craig twitched as a million fireworks of pleasure shot off inside him. His desperate cock twitched, but didn’t shoot. “Ung. Fuck. Please.” Craig panted and finally forced his eyes to open. Alan was gazing at him and the expression on his face made Craig light up on the inside. So much lust. So much adoration. So many emotions that Craig couldn’t put a name to and they were all focused on him. Him. “Please.” Craig said as he gave his ass a little wiggle. He’d intended the word to be playful, but he’d passed urgency a long time ago and his entire body practically vibrated with need.

  Alan stripped out of his clothes—fucking finally—and above the sound of Craig’s harsh breathing he heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Alan’s eyes were hooded, and Craig could almost see the lust radiate off his skin. Ala
n took hold of the base of the plug and it made a lewd squelching noise when he eased it out.

  The bed dipped a little and Craig pulled his arms up and stretched them out in front of himself as Alan climbed up behind him. Craig liked that Alan took a moment to smooth his hands up Craig’s sides. His cock nestled in the crease of Craig’s ass and Alan leaned forward. His fingers brushed the back of Craig’s neck, then tickled down his spine.

  He loved how silent the room was. The only sounds Craig heard were the pounding of his heart, his ragged breathing, and Alan’s gentle hum of appreciation as he gripped his cock and pressed it against Craig’s entrance.

  Alan slid into Craig’s boneless body with one long steady push.

  “Fuck.” Alan’s grip on Craig’s hips tightened. He stayed still for a moment. Craig felt Alan’s heavy gaze on him. Craig sighed and rocked back a little.

  “So good. You feel, oh shit,” a jolt of pleasure rocketed through Craig and he twitched. His fingers gripped into the comforter until he was clenching his fists around handfuls of fabric. “Oh god. Amazing. So fucking amazing.”

  Alan swivelled his hips and the grinding motion had Craig panting and forcing his ass back into Alan. The sound of Alan’s groan was deep and thrilling and knowing that he made Alan make such a primitive and guttural sound did something to Craig’s insides.

  “You’re so fucking hot. Tight. Fuuuuck.” Alan said as he pulled back until only the head of his cock was still inside Craig. Then he slammed home and Craig pushed himself up on his elbows.

  Alan leaned down, his weight and warmth pressed into Craig’s back. He mouthed the shell of Craig’s ear. “You’re beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful, Sweetheart.” Alan wrapped an arm around Craig’s torso. It looped under one of Craig’s arms and his hand cupped the opposite shoulder.

  Alan fucked him with slow steady strokes that lit him up from the inside. Each lazy kiss on his neck and shoulder had his cock twitching, weeping, practically begging for release.

  Then Alan’s grip on Craig’s shoulder tightened. He stopped thrusting long enough to slowly pull Craig toward him. Then Craig was kneeling on the bed. He was upright, and Alan was behind him. Alan wrapped his other arm around Craig’s waist. The hand that was on his shoulder blazed a trail of fire up his neck, and Alan turned Craig’s head. The kiss was passionate and only slightly awkward and all kinds of hot. Alan was inside him. Around him. Under his skin and in his heart.

  The kiss broke apart. Craig leaned his head back against Alan, who buried his face in the crook of Craig’s neck. His arms tightened around Craig. He held him tight, but careful, as if he were something precious. Something to be treasured. Craig almost said the words right then, but he didn’t want the first time he told Alan he loved him to be in the middle of sex. He wanted Alan to believe that the words came from his heart, and were not spoken hastily, in the middle of passion.

  No longer able to stay upright, Craig lowered himself to the bed. He pressed the side of his face into the mattress. Alan put a hand on his back, between his shoulder blades, the other hand grabbed a handful of ass and Alan thrust inside him. He fucked him hard and relentless, his cock endlessly pressed against Craig’s prostate. A string of sounds that weren’t quite words but still managed to sound like begging poured out of Craig as the need to fall apart rumbled through him like a freight train with failed brakes.

  Alan leaned down. He braced one hand next to Craig’s head, the other slid across Craig’s stomach, then down. He removed the cock ring, then slammed into Craig. Craig cried out as he came and splattered the bed with his cum.

  Alan pulled out and Craig fell to the mattress. He turned his head in time to see Alan rip the condom off. He threw his head back and gripped his cock. He jacked once, twice, then shot all over Craig’s back. The look of absolute bliss on Alan’s face made Craig feel giddy light headed.

  Alan collapsed on top of Craig. Alan was heavy, but warm and he didn’t even mind the sticky mess on his back, or his chest. After a moment, Alan shifted a bit to the right so he wasn’t totally squishing Craig. Craig laid there and enjoyed the floaty feeling that turned his brain to mush. He barely registered the hot puffs of air on the back of his neck, or the gliding fingers that made the hair on his arm stand on end. Soft lips brushed against his shoulder as he dropped off to sleep.

  The first thing that Craig noticed when he woke was Alan’s heartbeat thumping in his ear. He was sprawled over top of Alan. His head rested on Alan’s chest, his arm was thrown across Alan’s stomach and their legs were tangled together. Familiar fingers stroked his scalp.

  “Hey.” Alan whispered. “You’re back.”

  “Mmmm.” Craig was still boneless and completely satisfied. “That was awesome.” He hated that he wasn’t articulate, but awesome was the best he could do with his sleep-addled, post-orgasm brain.

  Alan pressed a kiss to the top of Craig’s head. “You know,” Alan sounded a little hesitant to speak, so Craig stayed quiet and waited for him to continue. “When Mike left I didn’t know who I was for a while after. I was a Dom without a sub and then, after a while, I didn’t feel like a Dom at all. I couldn’t connect with anyone. I couldn’t give anyone what they needed. I felt like a complete failure. I failed Mike. I failed all those subs that I didn’t really connect with.”

  Alan stroked his hand up and down Craig’s side. “And then you walked into my club, we connected, and you needed something and I fucking prayed that I could be the something you needed. It was terrifying, Craig. Absolutely terrifying to hope that I could be enough for you.”

  Craig’s breath caught, and he propped himself up on his elbow so he could look at Alan. With his free hand he cupped Alan’s cheek. “I’m not hardcore. I never was and that’s why it never worked with Tim. When I met you, I wanted you. I wanted to be yours from that first moment. For a long time, I was convinced that I’d never be enough for anyone because I thought Tim was perfect for me and I wasn’t enough for him.”

  Alan looked horrified in one moment and in the next he looked at Craig with adoration so absolute it made his insides quake. “You’re enough. You’re so much more than enough.”

  Craig leaned down and kissed Alan. He smiled against Alan’s mouth. “I know.” Craig pulled back and let himself drown a little in Alan’s soft blue eyes. “I love you, Alan.”

  Alan wrapped his arms around Craig and hauled him up so that Craig was sprawled out on top of Alan. “I love you, too.”

  Craig grinned, then kissed him. It was soft and slow and hot and so full of passion and heat and Alan and everything that Craig thought he might burst with happiness. Then Alan flipped him over and fucked him into oblivion and he did burst, all over the mattress, again.

  ***

  “You don’t have to do this, you know.” Alan reassured Craig as they headed toward the living room where Craig had asked Tim to wait.

  “I think I might. Not for him. For me.” Craig squeezed Alan’s hand. “Thank you for being with me, though. I know I couldn’t do this alone.”

  “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Alan shot a glance in the direction of the living room. “I can ask him to leave if you want.”

  “No. I’m glad he showed up, sort of. Maybe.” Craig exhaled then did his best to steady his nerves. “Let’s get this over with.”

  Craig took a deep breath as Alan slid his arm around Craig’s waist and pulled him close. It felt like a territorial maneuver on Alan’s part, but Craig didn’t mind. The fact that Alan was laying claim to him in front of Tim made his heart sing. In the days since Craig had gone home with Alan they’d fallen into a lovely routine of absolute domestic bliss.

  Domestic bliss that was interrupted this morning when Tim showed up unannounced, with a huge apology for using the internet to track down Alan’s home address. Tim’s brother was waiting down the street at a little cafe and he’d promised not to stay long. Craig asked for five minutes to gather himself and those five minutes were up.

  Tim was
a shy lump with slumped shoulders sitting in the center of Alan’s couch. When Craig and Alan walked into the room, Tim didn’t straighten. He looked at Craig, then Alan, and he gave them a little nod before dropping his gaze again.

  Craig dropped into the recliner. Alan perched on the arm next to him and kept a hand on his back. He tucked his hand under Craig’s shirt and his thumb stroked back and forth. Craig was grateful for the contact. Sitting across from Tim and was a surreal experience. For a long time, he’d had conversations in his head. He rehearsed a thousand different speeches but now he had no words. There was nothing he really wanted to say to Tim.

  Tim spoke first. He lifted his head and made eye contact with Craig. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Craig.”

  Craig furrowed his brow. The bruises had really set in over the past couple of days and his face was a mixture of purple, black and green around his left eye, but the swelling had gone down. “I always thought that I’d want an apology from you Tim, but I don’t. I’m not heartbroken anymore. I’m not mad anymore. I’m sorry you got yourself hurt.” Craig took a breath and wrapped his arm around Alan. “The way you left me was cruel, Tim. It was heartless, and it fucked me up for a long time, but it brought Alan and I together. I’m not about to thank you or fall at your feet for screwing me over, no matter how great I have it now, it still hurt. Go home, Tim. Go home to your family and get your head on straight. That’s all I want.”

  Tim sighed. “I didn’t mean for things to happen they way they did, you know. When I met Paul, he told me that he could tell that we weren’t happy together.” Tim raised his gaze and Craig saw the same sort of sadness that long ago haunted his own gaze every time he looked in the mirror. “We weren’t going to make it. You know that. But I wanted us to make it. I really did.” Tim took a deep breath. He wrung his hands in his lap. His left leg bounced, tell-tale sign that Tim was nervous. “He said that he could help me. But what he did wasn’t help. It was control and manipulation and abuse.”