It made him groan, made him press harder, making the welts his. Theirs.
“Master...” Adam shivered, pushed against him. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, lovely.”
Adam’s lips brushed his ear. “I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“I’m not asking you to do anything. We’re making love, both of us together.”
“Making love. I can do that.”
“Good.” He brought their mouths back together again and tugged his t-shirt out of his jeans. Adam’s fingers were on his skin immediately. “Your hands feel so good.”
“Your skin feels like magic.”
He moaned at that, Adam making him feel so good, so important. Special. He wrapped his hand around Adam’s scalp, bringing him in for another kiss. Adam’s fingers framed his face, the heavy silk of his hair tangling. He took kiss after kiss, tongue licking into Adam’s mouth. His lover tasted good, sweet and spicy together. His hands found Adam’s back again, playing the bruises, making Adam feel them.
“Finish undressing me, lovely.”
“Mmm.” Adam’s fingers were clever, moving over him.
“Love your touch.” He watched Adam as his clothes were removed.
“I... Thank you, Master.”
“Mmm.” He took Adam’s mouth again, exploring as he rubbed their bodies together.
Adam kissed him like it was the last thing the man was ever going to do. He liked the intensity. It was hot. One kiss melted into another and another, then another. They leaned toward the bed, his knees slowly giving out. Adam landed in his lap, fingers framing his face, tongue fucking his lips.
He pulled their bodies together, wrapped his hand around their cocks. Adam wanted him -- prick full and leaking, swollen for him. He wrapped his lips around Adam’s throat, tugging at the skin with his mouth.
“Marking me...”
“Making you what, lovely?”
“No. No, marking me. I’ve never let anyone, not like this.”
“I’m not anyone, lovely.” He was Adam’s master.
“No. You’re everything.”
He kissed Adam hard. “So I can mark you.”
Adam’s eyes met his. “I’m yours.”
“That’s right. Mine.”
“Then you can mark me as you wish.”
He was going to blow his load. He latched back onto Adam’s neck with a moan, sucking hard.
Adam arched, “Master!”
He kept sucking. Adam’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard. He scraped the skin with his teeth. He could taste Adam’s skin, Adam’s salt. It tasted good. Adam tasted good. So very good.
Soft sounds filled the air, Adam jerking against him. He held tight to Adam’s ass, squeezing the sweet globes.
“Want. Want you, Matt.”
“Me, too.” He shifted them, putting Adam beneath him and pressing down against his lovely’s body.
Adam spread for him, legs cradling him. He wanted to be wrapped in Adam’s heat so badly. He forced himself to take his time, though. He wanted Adam to beg for it, beg for his cock. He slid his hands over Adam’s hips, teased them over to the long, hard cock, then danced them away again. Adam arched, offered over to him. He slid his hand beneath Adam, grabbing one butt cheek again and squeezing.
“Mmm.” Adam spread for him, cock rubbing against his belly.
He licked his way along from Adam’s lips to his neck, nuzzling and licking the mark he’d drawn up. He felt the shivers, heard the moans. He licked again, reaching for the lube on the bedside table. Adam’s eyes watched his fingers, one leg drawing up.
Humming softly, he slicked his fingers up, slid them between Adam’s legs. That sweet, tight hole was right there, waiting for attention, waiting for him. He stroked it, teased just the very tip of his finger in. Adam bore down, rocking against him.
“You want more, lovely?”
Adam nodded, moaned softly.
“We’ll get there.” He stroked over the wrinkled skin again.
“Get there?” The look he got was confused, distracted.
“Get to giving you more, to making love.”
“Oh. Sorry. Was... yeah.”
“Focused on my touch. You don’t have to apologize for that.” He stroked over Adam’s hole again.
“Focused... you feel so good.”
“You feel pretty great yourself.” He pushed his finger into Adam suddenly.
“Master.” Adam’s ass left the bed.
“That’s right, Adam. Master.” He pushed the finger deep, wriggling it inside the tight, velvety heat.
Adam nodded. “My Master.”
He loved how that sounded. He couldn’t imagine hearing it from anyone else, not now, not now that he had Adam. He rubbed a second finger against the wrinkled skin around Adam’s hole as he pushed in and out with his index. Adam moaned, moved with him, moved for him.
“You’re so hot. So tight inside.” He finally pushed the second finger in with the first one, using both now to stretch Adam open.
Adam’s eyes were closed, lips parted, focus on his touch. He pressed kisses over Adam’s skin, licked at his mark, at Adam’s throat. Every kiss made Adam moan, reach for him. He pressed a third finger into Adam, stretching.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Adam bore down with a moan.
“Lovely, needy man.”
He loved the way his words made Adam blush. He spread his fingers wide, pushed them deep.
“Fuck yes!”
His eyes went wide, Adam’s outburst completely unexpected. He pushed in again, pushing just as deep once more.
“Yes...” Oh, somebody liked that.
“You have a very sweet spot.” He wanted to get it with his cock, nudge that little spot and send Adam to the moon.
“Uhn.”
He hit it again, and again, and Adam twisted, fingers digging into his shoulder. He nipped at Adam’s earlobe, then again at the mark he’d made. “You can come, lovely. I want you to come now and then again on my cock.”
“Master. Master. Master.” It was like a song, really. Adam’s hymn to him. Each time Adam said it, he felt like his own gland was being hit, sweet pleasure going through him, settling in his balls.
He watched Adam’s balls go tight, body jerking, spunk spraying from his lovely. It made him moan and press close, his fingers finding that gland one last time. A wild cry left Adam, tore from his controlled lover. He’d done that, he’d made Adam feel this way. He felt like a fucking hero.
He wriggled his fingers again, groaned as a shiver worked its way through Adam’s body.
“M...Master.”
“That’s right. My man, my sub. Mine.” He let his fingers slide slowly away.
“Yes...” Adam panted, lips open.
“Me, now.” He took a quick kiss as he reached for a condom.
“Yes, Master.” Adam grabbed his own knees and pulled.
“Oh, fuck. Adam.” So fucking sexy.
“Yes. Fuck Adam.”
He started laughing, almost hiccupping with it. He got a sweet, tickled grin, the look natural, making Adam look like a young man.
“I am, lovely. I’m going to fuck you through the mattress.”
“Good.”
Adam pulled his legs tighter, giving Matt a show. He swallowed hard and tried not to let his hands tremble as he worked on the condom. That tiny little hole was pink, glistening, waiting for him. He wrapped his hand around his prick, spreading the lube over the latex. Then he lined up, tip of his cock nudging that sweet little hole.
“Master.” Adam spread for him easily.
“Yes. Yes.” He began to push in, the tight heat of Adam’s body gripping him hard. Adam’s eyes went heavy-lidded, body still relaxed after his orgasm.
Matt kept pushing, going in farther. It made him moan, how tight Adam was, how it felt like his lovely’s body was grasping, pulling him in. He could feel the muscles ripple, work his cock. He sank in and in until he was buried all the way inside his lovely. Adam’s legs wrapped around him, held him tight. He rubbed their noses together, breathing in his lover.
“Mmm. Feel you.” Adam smiled for him, slow and easy.
“I feel you, too. So hot. Tight. God.” It felt amazing. Adam felt amazing.
Adam stretched, moaned deep in his chest. Matt wondered how long he could stay still like this. Those muscles worked him, rolled against his cock.
“Oh, God. So good.” He couldn’t hold off any longer, his hips pulling and then pushing again.
“Mmm.” Adam looked at peace, face relaxed, eyes happy.
He could watch Adam like this forever. He kept thrusting, moving slowly.
“Mmm. That’s fine.”
“Better than fine,” he insisted.
“Better.” Adam met each thrust.
He held Adam’s gaze and moved faster, his thrusts stronger. He searched for Adam’s sweet spot, cock sliding in that tight sheath. He kept shifting slightly until he found it, Adam going from lazy pleasure to something much stronger in an instant. Those pretty eyes went wide, an almost pained groan sounding. He stayed right there, prick hitting Adam’s gland with every push in.
“M... Oh, fuck...”
Oh, yes.
“All day long.” Okay, so maybe not all day long, but the spirit was there.
“Uh-huh.” Adam was with him.
He pressed their lips together, losing himself in the kiss as his hips punched into Adam over and over. Adam groaned, body clenching, jerking around him. Oh, God, he wasn’t going to last if Adam kept doing that. He moved faster, his breath starting to gasp from his chest.
“Come for me.” Adam was working him, driving him mad.
“Not yet.” He moved faster, pushed in harder.
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuck...” Adam groaned, swallowed hard.
“Soon, lovely.” He couldn’t do this much longer, and he could barely get the words out.
“Soon.” Adam squeezed him, holding him like a vise.
“Yes!” he shouted, burying himself deep as he came hard, filling the condom in long spurts.
His lover, his lovely, his sub watched him with warm, fond eyes. He collapsed onto Adam, still buried deep. Adam’s hands wrapped around him, held him close.
When he’d caught his breath, he murmured, “My sweet, lovely man.”
“Yours.”
He nodded. Adam was. Truly.
“Mine.” He let their foreheads rest together as he reveled in that.
Chapter Eight
Adam was thinking about his Master. About his eyes. His laugh. His smile. He heard the thuds of the flogger, but they didn’t really register. He didn’t really care.
“Mmm. You’re hard, Adam. Would you like my Simeon to take care of you?”
“No. No, Sir. Thank you for the offer.” Oh, God.
“If you’re sure...” At his nod, Master James smiled and patted his shoulder. “Thank you for your help today. Simeon is feeling much more ready to submit to the flogger now.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.” He stood, went for his slacks.
His phone was in the right pocket; he was supposed to call his Master when he was finished with his scene. He pulled on his clothes, drank a glass of water, then dialed Matt as he moved into the Hammer’s main room.
“Lovely. Are you ready to be picked up?”
“Yes, if you have time.”
“I’m making the time, lovely. It’s a rule, remember?”
“Yes, Master.” The high was going to fade soon.
“Won’t be long.” Matt noisily blew him a kiss and hung up.
He leaned against the wall, sipped his water. Different people came up to him, chatted, but his mind wasn’t there. Matt came in, face lighting up when he caught sight of him.
“Master.” He smiled, one hand lifted in a wave.
Matt strode toward him, wrapped him in a gentle hug. “How are you, lovely?”
“Horny. I was thinking about you, during. I have to learn to not do that.”
Matt beamed at him. “I like knowing that even though another man is flogging you, you’re thinking of me.”
“How was your evening?” How could he not think of Matt?
“I pretended to read while I waited for your call.”
“Can we go?” This was a place to work, and he wanted to be in Matt’s arms.
Matt took his hand and led him out of the club.
“Thank you.” It was raining, big, fat drops.
“Come on.” Matt ran for the car, getting him settled without getting too wet.
He was laughing as he slid in, tugging his seatbelt on.
Matt grinned over at him. “That’s a great sound.”
“Just happy.”
“I know. It’s great.” They moved with the traffic. “My place is closer, okay?”
“Mmm. I like your house.”
“Cool. I like my bed. I like you in it even better. How’s your back?”
“Sore.” He shrugged. “It wasn’t too intense. It just wasn’t fun.”
“Yeah? So a little TLC for the back and a lot of not so T but lots of LC for the rest of you?” Matt gave him a grin, eyebrows waggling.
That made him chuckle, nod. “I’ve been asked to do another scene tomorrow. Bloodletting.”
“No.” Matt shook his head, his hands tightening around the wheel. “Our agreement is you have a day of rest in between scenes.”
Adam nodded. “I. Can we sign a contract, please? So that I can...” He searched for the words. “Invoke your name if a Master is insistent?”
“I’d like to sign a contract, and not just for that. I want you to know I’m truly committed to you.” Matt pulled up at his place and turned as he shut off the engine. “Do you have problems with Masters not taking no for an answer?”
“Sometimes. Mostly it’s a problem with disappointing a client.”
“They can’t expect you to be available twenty-four-seven. Or to do everything they want you for. If I’m honest, I’m very uncomfortable about you doing bloodletting with another master.”
“Me, too.” It was dark outside, easy to admit.
“Then no bloodletting. If anyone asks, you can tell them your master won’t let you.”
“Thank you.” He reached over, fingers squeezing Matt’s.
Matt squeezed back, then brought his fingers up to kiss. “You’re going to sign my contract.”
“Yes. I am.” What he felt for Matt was honest, real. Unique.
Matt leaned over and kissed him, then laughed softly. “Come on, let’s go in and do this properly.”
He slid out of the car, heading to the house with its big windows, its soft bed. Matt locked up the car and joined him, the two of them going in together, shoulders rubbing as they approached the front door. He’d swear he could almost smell Matt’s desire for him.
“Master?”
“Yes, lovely?”
“I want to suck you.”
“Fuck yes, please.”
Matt took the keys out of his pocket, dropping them once and bending to pick them up before pushing the key into the lock. That’s what he’d been imagining while he worked. Doing a scene with Matt. That cock spreading his lips, fucking them.
Matt opened the door and then took his hand, tugging him into the apartment. “On your knees, lovely.” The words were out before the door had even clicked shut.
“Yes, Master.” He knelt, his cock hard and aching in his pants.
Matt’s fingers stroked his cheeks. “Suck me.”
“Yes.” He pulled Matt’s trousers open, lips wide, hungry for that fat cock.
Matt groaned and his cock pushed toward his lips. Adam didn’t tease; he dropped over Matt’s cock, sucking hard. Matt’s fingers slid into his hair, wrapping around his skull. Yes. Please. Please. He opened wide, offering himself to his Master. Matt slowly fed the fat prick into his mouth. He gave his control up, let his throat relax.
“Adam...” Groaning, Matt sank in all the way.
Take me, please
. He begged with his eyes, his heart. Matt’s breath caught in his throat, and then that hot cock slid on Adam’s tongue, pushing in and out. His prick was aching, throbbing in time with Matt’s thrusts.
“So hot. Good. Adam.”
The praise made him moan, made him pleased.
“Feel that. Feel you. God.” Matt’s hips moved faster, cock pushing deeper into his throat. Matt grabbed him, fucking his lips, taking him hard. “Yes! Yes! Adam!” Matt’s cries filled his ears.
Adam tightened his lips, swallowed hard. With another cry, Matt pushed forward and then froze, pouring spunk down his throat. Adam drank his Master down, moaning and sucking. So good.
“God, yes. So good.” Matt’s words echoed his thoughts as Matt moved along his tongue, slowly now, the motions gentle.
He cleaned Matt’s cock, his own cock aching.
“No coming,” Matt ordered, voice husky.
Adam moaned in response, his balls heavy.
“You can come when I say so.” Matt’s fingers stroked through his hair.
Adam moaned his agreement, forcing his hips not to move.
“Let’s go get you clean. You’ll come when you’re mine again.”
“I’m always yours.”
“When you smell like mine, then.” Matt held out a hand, tugging him up.
He stood, stomach rumbling softly.
“Someone’s got more than one hunger.”
Adam shook his head. “I’m fine.” He’d gone much longer than a day.
“Your stomach says different, but don’t worry. I intend to doctor your back and then take you, let you come, hold you.”
“Good.” He could eat any time.
Matt took his mouth, sucking his tongue. He pressed close, opening to the kiss, to the touch. Matt’s fingers slid over his face, then moved down to slowly undo his buttons. The shirt was carefully removed, Matt always conscious of his sore skin.
Matt ran his hands up and down Adam’s back -- not actually touching his skin. “A cooling salve, I think.”
“Okay.” He stretched, wincing at the tug.
That had Matt frowning. “Come on, bathroom.”
“I’m okay, just sore.”
“Uh-huh. You need to be taken care of.”
He didn’t know what to say to that, not really.
Matt drew him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet, looking through the medicine cabinet.
“Did you have a good day?” he asked, watching Matt.
“It wasn’t bad. I was worried about tonight’s scene, about how harsh it was going to be on you.”
“Don’t worry. The bad one is Saturday.”
“Saturday?” Matt paused in his search and looked at Adam.
“Yes, Master.”
“Which one was that?”
“It’s a demonstration of striping on the feet.” He wasn’t particularly looking forward to it.
“How many days off have you got booked after that?”
“Sunday.”
Matt shook his head. “You’ll have to cancel Monday’s, too. That’ll give you three days for your feet to heal.”
“Monday?” He couldn’t. Isaac was his biggest private client, and he’d canceled on the man last week.
“You can’t do foot striping and not have more time off. It won’t work.”
“I’ll have to think about it. Isaac is a huge client.”
“Reschedule him. Explain you won’t be at your best on Monday.” Matt gave him a serious look. “Tell him your Master said you had to.”
“I.” He nodded. Fuck. Fuck.
Matt tilted his head. “It’s not ten p.m. yet. Would you like to do it now, get it over with?”
“I. What?”
“We seem to have killed the mood here, and I’m wondering if you wanted to do it now.”
“No. No, I’m off work now.”
“Cool.” Matt seemed happy with his answer. “Then we should find the mood again, shouldn’t we?”
“Yes.” He could deal with all... this later.
Matt got down the antibiotic spray and he stood. Matt used the medicine, cooling down his back.
“Oh.” Adam stepped forward, stumbling a little.
Matt’s arm came around his waist, supporting him. “Cold?”
“Yeah. A little.” It had surprised him.
“It should take the sting out of the welts, draw the heat out of your back.”
“It’s good. Thank you.” Good and a little shivery.
“Good. If I’d put them here, I’d want you to feel every moment of them.”
Adam’s moan surprised him.
Smiling, Matt brought their mouths together, tongue slipping in between his lips. Adam stepped in, lips wrapping around Matt’s tongue. Matt’s groan filled his mouth. He sucked, focusing on Matt’s pleasure, Matt’s need.
“Mmm, I’m supposed to be washing you now.”
“Uh-huh.” He took another kiss.
“I could give you a tongue bath.”
“We could shower together.”
“That probably is more convenient.” Matt gave him a wink.
“Less tiring for your tongue, too.” He winked.
“I can think of worse uses for it.”
Matt pulled him in again, tongue sliding between his lips. That made him laugh, made him smile.
“I love that smile, that laugh.” Matt tugged him into the shower stall, Matt’s so much bigger than his own.
“I love you.” Oh. Oh, had he said that? Out loud? Shit.
“Adam... Oh.” Matt kissed him again, the intensity nearly overwhelming. Matt’s fingers dug into his hips, hard enough to bruise. “Mine.” The word was fierce, joyful.
Adam nodded, offering his mouth for another kiss. Matt took it, took another, small, happy sounds filling his mouth. The water was warm, beating on Matt, then pouring on him.
Matt eventually grabbed the soap and slowly worked it over his body. The touches were slow and sensual, adoring. He turned and stretched, offering every inch of himself. Matt cleaned him everywhere, from head to toe. Each nook and cranny was stroked, caressed, the slick, unscented soap sliding on his skin. So good. That touch was so good.
Matt made sure the water didn’t splash directly on his back as it rinsed him down.
“Thank you, Master.” Matt bent him over slightly, soap-slicked fingers on his hole.
“This is mine. You’re mine.” Those fingers slid in.
“Yes...” His hole clenched, the touch unbearably intimate.
“Mm. So tight. So hot.” Matt kissed his shoulder.
The fingers spread him, cleaned him, and he found himself groaning, thighs shaking.
“Want you. Want you so much. God.”
“Yours.” He wanted Matt to fill him, fuck him, stretch him.
“God, yes.” Matt’s fingers disappeared and there was a moment’s wait, then something far hotter was pressing against him instead.
“Master.” He bore back, hands braced on the tile.
“Right here, lovely.” Matt slowly spread him.
“Please.” That fat cock pushed in deep, stretching his hole.
“Yes.” Matt sank slowly all the way in. The pressure was perfect, the feel of Matt’s hands on his hips even better.
“Oh, lovely. So good.”
He nodded, spread wider. Yes. Good.
Fingers wrapped around his hips, holding on tight, Matt began to move, sliding out, pushing back in. He felt each and every inch, each thrust.
“Mine,” murmured Matt, pushing in hard. “Mine.”
“Yes, Master. Yours. All of me.”
“Yes!” Matt thrust in hard.
He cried out, that thrust perfect, deep. Matt must have felt it, because the next push hit the same spot.
“Fuck!” The single obscenity split the air.
Matt made a satisfied noise and hit that spot again. Adam jerked, hands crawling up the wall as his body begged.
“Mine. Mine.” Matt moved faster, hips pushing into him over and over.
“Please!” Adam’s fingers curled into fists.
One of Matt’s hands slid away from his hip to curl around his cock.
“Please.” He needed.
Matt squeezed and began to stroke.
“Master. Master.” Adam moaned.
“Love that. My lovely.”
“Yours. More, please.”
Matt drove into him, each thrust harder than the last, better. Adam shook, his entire body alight with the pressure.
“Come. Adam.” The words rasped out from Matt, the thrusts getting harder.
“Master.” He clenched hard, his balls emptying.
“Adam!” Matt’s shout rang through the small bathroom, bouncing off the tile.
He caught himself as he slumped forward, breathing hard.
Matt kept hold of his hip and his cock, breathing just as heavily behind him. “Mmm.”
“Uh-huh.” He agreed. Totally.
Sliding out, Matt groaned, hands tightening on him for a moment. He turned as Matt disposed of the condom, hands reaching for Matt. Matt drew him close, bringing their mouths together.
“Master,” he whispered into Matt’s lips.
“My lovely.” Matt’s hands slid over him. “Mine. All mine.”
“Yes. Yours. Yours.”
“Come to bed. I need to hold you.”
He nodded, happy. He could so do that.