by Sean Michael
He deepened the kiss, bending Dent back against the couch. Dent stiffened, body fighting him instinctively, without thought, like a bad habit. He slowed the thrust of his tongue, but didn't back off. His hand stroked along Dent's side, gentling the man as he might a skittish child or animal.
It worked, Dent easing, relaxing, purring for him. He coaxed Dent's tongue back into his own mouth, offering control of the kiss for a brief moment as a reward. The man enjoyed kissing, Lutrell could tell in the way Dent reached for him, shared with him.
They traded control of the kiss back and forth, Lutrell not trying to turn the intimacy into more than it was. It didn't all have to be about letting go and being kept off-balance. Sometimes it was just about sharing, about warmth. About caring for another human being.
Dent held him, fingers stroking his spine, the touch almost gentle. He wasn't used to being touched very much. His was a very particular specialty, and he usually did all the touching. And then, of course, was the fact that he was long and gaunt. “Skeletal,” as one sub had called him. He supposed it was fitting, given his profession.
"You have good hands,” he told Dent. “Your work should involve them."
"Thank you. I enjoy ... touching.” One hand slid over his belly. “I really don't want to talk about my work, Lut ... Do you have a first name?"
He pushed into the touch on his stomach. It had been too long since he'd taken on a lover just for himself. And he dared hope ... “It's Bertoli. Nobody uses it.” No one.
"Bertoli. I like it."
The touches continued, Dent melted and easy against him.
"Oh. Really?” No one had ever liked it before. Not even himself. His parents had called him Bert, his friends Berty and when he got older, Lutrell. It had a certain ring to it, though, when spoken in Dent's voice as those fingers touched him in places that had been untouched for so long.
"It sounds ... musical.” Dent sighed, rolled his eyes. “I'm sorry, I'm tired and silly."
Lutrell shook his head. “No. No, that wasn't silly. I liked it.” He did. For the first time that he could remember, he liked his name. And that was a little scary, how this thing with Dent was changing him. Which perhaps was only fair, as he was certainly changing Dent, or at least forcing the man to look into places he'd kept hidden from himself.
"It's been a long few cycles. So long.” Dent's eyes were closed, the touches roaming, idle, fascinating.
"Yes, it has. You are very stubborn.” He laughed softly and then sobered and admitted quietly. “I missed you. I was very glad to hear that you had returned."
"You haunted me. I couldn't escape you."
"Oh, I like the sound of that. I'm inescapable.” He giggled and nodded, letting his head rest on Dent's shoulder as he returned the soft touches he was given.
Dent snorted, shifted so they were more comfortable. “That's right. Unavoidable."
He giggled some more. “Yes, that's me.” He turned his head, nuzzling into Dent's neck as his fingers played with the skin just over Dent's hip, fascinated by the little indent.
Dent shifted, moaned just so quietly. “That tickles."
"Do you want me to stop?” he asked, putting just a little more pressure in his touch.
"No. Not yet.” Dent swallowed hard, cock twitching.
Lutrell chuckled softly. No, he hadn't thought so. He expanded the reach of his fingers, but didn't venture over to Dent's cock right away. “I would like you to continue as well,” he offered, his own cock quite hard.
Dent didn't try to push his hand, didn't attempt to have him touch the slowly filling prick. No, Dent seemed to be wallowing in the touches. He wondered, suddenly, if anyone ever touched Dent any more than they touched him. After all, the man's file said he never had sex with the little subs he spent time with.
"Who last touched you?” he asked.
"You did."
He laughed. “Before me, my dear."
Dent shrugged. “I don't remember. Some man."
He licked at the skin of Dent's neck. “It doesn't sound like very much fun.” He was of the opinion that Dent had far too little to enjoy in his life. Lutrell planned to change that, believed he already was.
"Life isn't always fun.” Dent's chin lifted.
"But it doesn't need to always be serious and all work, either.” His teeth scraped over Dent's Adam's apple, tongue following behind.
"You aren't serious?"
Was that a joke? He drew back a little to look into Dent's face, tilting his head. “Not always, no, and more often than you would think."
Dent looked at him, eyes almost ... warm. “Indeed?"
"I am very serious about you. Serious about enjoying you, enjoying what we do together.” He laughed. “Joy and seriousness are not mutually exclusive."
"You talk too much, Bertoli.” He was tugged close, Dent kissing him once again.
He decided that he definitely liked his name on Dent's tongue, and he laughed into the kiss, his hands sliding to curl around the strong shoulders.
Dent's hands wrapped around his waist, holding him close.
He slid his tongue into Dent's mouth, taking control of the kiss, rubbing against the strong body.
Dent moaned, fingers tensing, trying to figure out what to do. His stubborn lover.
He backed off a little, fingers sliding down into his pocket, fingering the control for the little ring around Dent's cock. He'd bet anything Dent had forgotten it was even there.
He bit at Dent's bottom lip, hit the control for barely a second.
Dent jerked away from him, eyes huge. “What?"
He chuckled. “Did you like it, my dear?"
"What was it?” Dent's hand dropped to his cock, moving to pull the ring off.
"No, no, no, leave it there.” He took Dent's hand and twined their fingers together. “It was just a little shock."
"I—a shock? On my prick?” Dent started to get tight, worried.
"Yes. Did you like it?” He stroked along Dent's side with his free hand and nibbled at the man's chin.
"No ... I ... I don't..."
He could feel Dent's heart beating.
He brought their mouths back together again, sliding his tongue between Dent's lips. He couldn't help but notice the man's cock was still hard.
Dent opened his mouth, a bit shaky, a bit tentative, eyes searching for his.
He hummed a little, letting the controller go and using both hands to touch Dent. His fingers gently flicked across the man's nipples, his tongue sliding in and out of Dent's mouth. It was a fascination, the way Dent melted, eased for his kisses. He kept them going, leaning up to bend Dent back against the couch again, hovering over the muscled body.
Dent shuddered, arched, so sensual. Lutrell moaned, brought their bodies together, Dent's chest hot against his own.
He slid his hand back into his pocket and took the controller out before whispering. “Take off my pants."
Dent nodded, fingers working his fly open, smoothing the slacks over his hips. He moaned, his cock surging out toward Dent.
"Hungry...” Lutrell said.
Dent's fingers slid over his prick, weighing it. He laughed. “You or me?” Oh. A laugh.
"You, of course. Madman."
Lutrell threw back his head and let his joy out. If he was lucky, he would be given more laughs from Dent, and eventually they would not sound so unused. “I think you're hungry, too."
Dent nipped at his throat. “Not me."
Chuckling, he bent his head back, giving Dent a larger portion to work with. They shared moans, Dent's lips trailing along his jugular.
He slid a hand over Dent's head, through the short hair. He was hungry, so very hungry for the touches, the licks. Where had all this need come from? Where had it been hiding?
"Do you want to taste me?” he asked, shuddering at the thought of Dent's mouth on his cock.
Dent didn't say yes, but the moan he received was raw, needy, Dent's hands moving him upward.
Oh. Oh, he hadn't expected Dent to acquiesce, at least not quite so easily, and he whimpered, the sound as needy as any Dent had made. He straddled Dent's waist, rising up onto his knees, which brought his cock nearly to Dent's mouth. His hands were trembling, one curled around the controller, the other on Dent's shoulder. Dent's mouth burned around him, tongue soft, lips wrapping around his shaft as he was sucked.
"Oh! Dent! Please.” Oh, he was begging, and he didn't care. He watched, fascinated, at the sight of Dent's mouth around his prick. Had Dent ever done this for anyone else before? Ever?
Those lovely eyes grew hot, hungry, suction increasing, enough to drive him mad. A shudder went through him, the pleasure shooting through his body like an electrical storm. “Oh. Have you? Ever?"
Dent didn't answer, just moved faster, hands wrapped around his hips.
By the gods, it was fantastic. He watched and felt, his hand opening and closing on Dent's shoulder. “Oh, don't stop, Dent.” He could feel the pleasure building in him, the sweet laughter that would burst from him when his seed did.
Dent moaned, humming around his cock.
His hips started to move, the rhythm as ancient as their heartbeats, pushing his prick between Dent's lips, sliding it along the man's tongue.
Dent made the sweetest, sexiest sounds, rocking and bobbing around his prick.
"Soon, Dent. Oh.” He laughed softly, the pleasure too much to hold back. “Soon."
Dent looked up at him, throat working, eyes slightly wild.
That look, and being pretty sure he was the only one who ever saw it, sent him over the edge and he poured his pleasure into Dent's mouth, the laughter just pouring from him, filling the air with the sounds of how much he enjoyed this.
Dent coughed a bit, but managed, letting him slide free, then hiding his face against Lutrell's belly. He stroked Dent's head, giggling softly. “Oh, that was lovely. So good."
Dent stayed quiet, hidden, resting against him.
He eased back down, sitting on Dent's legs, fingers beneath Dent's chin, turning his face up. “You may hide from yourself if you must, Dent, but do not hide from me."
"I ... I'm not. I don't..."
He looked into Dent's worried eyes. “I think you need some distraction, my dear.” And he had just the thing in the palm of his hand.
He kissed Dent first, tasting himself on Dent's lips, moaning at the flavor of the two of them twisted together. Dent fought him, just for a moment, before those lips parted and let him have his kiss. He kept kissing, searching for Dent's response, for that easement that Dent always found in the joining of their mouths.
Dent relaxed, moaned and purred into the kiss, hands tugging him close.
He wrapped his free hand around Dent's prick, stroking it gently as they kissed.
Then, he let it go and hit the controls, giving Dent a quick, short shock.
Dent's eyes went wide, the long body shifting away.
Lutrell shook his head. “Don't pull away from me, Dent.” He could shock Dent from across the room, but the soothing and cuddling could only be done while they were close. “You'll grow to love it,” he added, sending another small shock through the ring.
"I—don't—it's...” Dent groaned, hands fluttering around his groin.
He chuckled softly. “It's big, I know.” He grasped one of Dent's hands, twined their fingers together. “Don't try to take it off, my dear. I don't want to restrain you."
"Don't.” Dent squeezed his fingers, fighting again, full bore.
He squeezed back, holding on as he sent another shock through Dent's still hard prick. He knew the man would take to this, would get off on it.
Dent shook his head, hips jerking. “Please. I don't."
"You don't want to admit you like it, I know.” He chuckled and slid a finger over Dent's lips.
Dent nipped his finger. “Take it off. You don't know it's safe."
He laughed out loud at that. “Dent—I'm a doctor! Of course it's safe.” Still chuckling, he zapped Dent again, a little longer this time.
"Turn it off. Turn it off.” Dent slipped from under him, off the sofa.
"Don't run away from me.” He zapped Dent again.
Something close to true anger, fueled by panic, landed in Dent's eyes. “Don't tell me what to do."
"But that's what you're here for.” He stood and reached out, stroking Dent's cheek. “I already told you I would not hurt you."
"But that's ... Don't. I ... I can't do this."
Lutrell leaned in and kissed Dent again, tongue pushing into Dent's mouth when the man would have drawn back.
"You...” Dent tore their mouths apart a moment, panting. “You can't keep distracting me!"
"And you can't keep denying what you want. What you need.” He brought their mouths together again, taking this kiss.
Dent moaned, hands fastening on his arms, holding him still.
He broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Stubborn man,” then he pushed their mouths back together. Their teeth clicked with the force of the kiss, his tongue pushing deep.
Dent gasped, hands grasping, bending with the force of the kisses.
That was it, keep Dent off balance, but clinging to him, not pushing away. He reached with his free hand and began to stroke Dent's prick, thumb sliding across the tip.
Dent held tight, deep sounds pushing into his mouth, the heavy cock going harder than ever.
"You'll come for me when I say so,” Lutrell murmured, going back to the kiss immediately.
Those pretty eyes held his, so hungry and scared all at once. He stared right back, keeping Dent's focus right on him. His hand kept working Dent's hardness. He would let Dent come with a last shock.
Dent rocked, starting to respond, to fuck his fingers.
"Yes,” he growled into Dent's mouth, waiting for that moment when Dent couldn't possibly hold back a moment longer.
Dent hummed, muscles going tight and hard against him.
Lutrell laughed, so pleased. He pulled away from the kiss, but remained pressed up close. “Now,” he told Dent as he pressed the controller, shocking Dent once again. “Come for me now."
"I...” Dent jerked away, shooting as Lutrell's hand left his hard cock, Dent's knees buckling.
Lutrell moaned, going down with Dent, tossing the controller as his arms went around the sinking body. “There. There, my dear. Wasn't that something? Just so beautiful to watch you.” He laughed softly. “So beautiful."
"Not beautiful.” Dent was going to fall asleep before their food came.
"Oh, my dear, when you come you are so beautiful it hurts. I think I've told you this before.” He managed to get Dent somewhat upright and over to the couch before it was too late and the man was asleep on the floor.
He slipped the ring off Dent's prick and wrapped the lax form in the blanket. “You're quite beautiful like this, too.” His giggles were soft, quiet. “All melted because of me."
"Yes. I missed you.” Dent was nearly asleep, breathing slow.
He beamed. He had just pushed Dent further than the man had ever dreamed and as a result, he got the simple truth from Dent.
"Sleep now. Everything else will keep."
* * * *
Dent slept hard, relaxing from balls to bones, waking every few hours to reach for Bertoli, tug them together, then sink beneath the waves.
It was his bladder that woke him fully, had him stumbling toward the head.
Bertoli came in just as he flushed the toilet, smiling warmly at him, chuckling softly. “Ah, that's better, isn't it? I bet you're hungry, too."
He nodded, still blinking slowly as he stumbled toward the shower. Bertoli started the water; it wasn't quite hot enough, but not so cool it was worth complaining over.
"I have a new soap. It smells of the ocean. Have you ever seen the ocean, my dear?"
"On many planets.” He stepped in, stretching under the water.
"Oh, yes. Travels. For your work. Do you take time to visit the places you
go to?” Bertoli asked him, hands working the soap up into a lather. It did smell of the ocean.
"I rarely have time.” He breathed in deep, enjoying the scent.
"That seems like such a shame. You should make the time.” Bertoli's hands began to slide on him, slick from the soap, warm. Head to toe and every crevice in between. There was no place on his body that Bertoli did not touch. It left him shaky, off-balance. His own hands trailed over whatever skin he could reach on Bertoli.
Bertoli made a half-laughing, half-purring noise. Once he'd washed and rinsed Dent from top to bottom, he started pushing into Dent's touches. Bertoli's skin fascinated his hands, the lean body warm, alive, happy.
Asshole.
"Are you hungry, my dear?” Bertoli asked him, undulating in his hands. “For food? For something other than food?"
"I think yes is probably my answer.” He was hungry, hungry all through.
Bertoli laughed, the sound truly happy, hands clapping together. “We're here now, and eager. Let us sate this hunger first and then we'll go to the kitchen."
Dent chuckled, shook his head and leaned in to take a kiss, tongue pushing into the laughing mouth.
Bertoli's lips wrapped around his tongue, sucking on it vigorously, the clever hands moving on him, already knowing where to touch him to bring him the most pleasure. He was no slouch himself, searching out each of Bertoli's hot spots, wanting to make the man fly. Sweet chuckles and soft laughs filled the shower, Bertoli's face a study in pleasure and happiness, more responsive than any of the little subs he'd been toying with.
It was what he wanted, to know that Bertoli was with him, paying attention.
"So sensuous,” laughed Bertoli, pushing into his hands, fingers toying with his nipples. “So very sensual."
He shivered, twisting away a little before pushing back. “You and your laugh..."
It sounded again, Bertoli rubbing against him, pushing into his hands. “You will always know when you have pleased me."
"And when I don't?” He leaned harder, hands trailing down the flat belly.
