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  He still wasn’t sure why Robin had left. He didn’t understand where they’d gone wrong. And he figured that was a part of the problem. But getting back with Robin tonight had to be a step in the right direction.

  He would fix this. He had to.

  Chapter Five

  GOD, WHAT if he went back to the house and just died. Robin had made that house his for years, had decorated it.

  Loved it.

  “You’re thinking too much, boy, I can feel it.”

  “I’m worried. You overwhelm me.”

  “I want to. I want to make love to you and send you to the moon.”

  “What happens when we come back down to earth?”

  “We learn how to walk again. I don’t know, Robin. I just know nothing’s been right since you left. Until tonight.”

  “No. Nothing has. Nothing at all.”

  “Then we can’t be any worse off than we already are. Except we’ll have had a chance to love on each other, and that’s not a bad thing.”

  Okay, who was this guy who was just like the one who’d seduced him in the first place?

  They turned down the street, and it wasn’t long before there it was. Stack’s house, with its old trees in the front and back and the flower beds that were full of color.

  The temptation to burst into tears was huge. Huge.

  Stack’s hand tightened around his, and he was pulled up the stairs to the porch, the front door. Stack opened it, and then there he was. Inside.

  Robin sucked in one deep breath after another, trying not to cry, fighting the urge to panic. “I need you.”

  Stack turned him, tugged him close, and took his mouth, the kiss pushing everything else away.

  The solid arms around him allowed him to melt, to relax. To breathe.

  Stack grabbed his ass and lifted his feet off the floor. He immediately wrapped his legs around Stack’s waist, and his lover grunted, the sound pleased as it filled his mouth. He knew they were going upstairs—either to the playroom or their bedroom. He supposed it was technically Stack’s bedroom now, but with Stack’s arms wrapped around him, he could only focus on them.

  “Stop worrying, boy. I swear, I will take care of you.”

  Stack carried him upstairs, and they went to the bedroom. He flipped on the light with his elbow, the low, cozy lighting coming on. It hadn’t changed—the same sheets, the same amazing soft, fluffy duvet, the same four-poster bed.

  Stack sat on the bed, and the kisses continued, Stack tasting him, taking ownership of his mouth and making him feel incredible. Stack pulled open Robin’s pants and tugged them off, then drew him into his lap, keeping him close, enveloped in heat. In a matter of seconds Stack had skimmed off his shirt too, leaving him bare. Robin tugged ineffectually at Stack’s clothing. With a warm chuckle, Stack made quick work of his own outfit, tossing the clothing toward the laundry basket.

  Then, with his large, warm hands, Stack stroked Robin’s body, finding all his hot spots with ease, making him shiver and moan. His master hadn’t forgotten a thing about him. Not a thing.

  That was as arousing as the physical touches.

  Humming, Stack lay back on the mattress, and suddenly Robin was lying on top of the amazing body.

  “Mmm….” His eyes went heavy-lidded. “Hey.”

  “Hey, boy. You still fit perfectly.” Stack slid a hand behind Robin’s head and brought him down for another kiss, this one as sense-stealing as the others. He could totally lose himself in this.

  He moaned, the world tightening down into nothing but Stack. The kisses, the touches, the warm body supporting him—they were all that existed in the world.

  It went on and on, until Stack rolled, putting him beneath the solid body.

  “Oh.” Oh please. Fuck me. Touch me. Love me.

  Stack rolled against him, driving along his body in a way that was delicious. He ground his thick cock against Robin, making him feel it, making him want it, and he grabbed his master’s ass and pulled them together.

  “Needy boy.” It didn’t sound like a complaint.

  “I miss you. So much.” More than he could express.

  “Ditto.” Stack growled out the word, then opened his lips around Robin’s throat and sucked hard.

  “Master!” Oh. Oh, his boss would be pissed, but it felt so good.

  Stack hummed and stopped sucking long enough to murmur, “Been dreaming of hearing that word in your voice again.” Then the suction started up once more.

  He held Stack’s head close, encouraging the marking to continue. Stack hummed again, the sound vibrating against his skin and vibrating all through him. If Stack wanted it, so did he. Robin let his head fall back as he swallowed.

  “God, you make me hungry.” Stack slid his fingers along Robin’s torso, starting at his belly and dragging slowly up his body.

  “Good. Good.”

  “You took out my rings.” Stack’s fingers grabbed his tits and twisted.

  “I had to! For work!” They were large, made for hard play.

  Stack growled. “Your work should let you express yourself—let you be who you really are.” Stack pinched hard again.

  “Please!” He’d tried to get himself off, pinching and twisting his nipples, but he couldn’t.

  “These poor things haven’t been played with enough.” Stack kept working them, and Robin felt it all the way to his toes. “I’m going to have to do something about that.”

  “Please, Master. Nothing has been right.”

  Stack pulled him up so his head was on the pillow, his body spread out on the big bed. Then Stack bent to wrap hot lips around his right nipple and suck hard. At the same time, he tugged and twisted the other nipple firmly enough that Robin’s eyes crossed. Oh God, he needed this. So badly.

  Stack focused on giving it to him, the sensations moving through him in a rush. “Hands above your head, boy.”

  “Yes, Master.” He interlaced his fingers and arched.

  Groaning, Stack went back to his throat and sucked fiercely. Robin was going to look like a leper. Somehow he was having difficulty being too worried about it.

  One of Stack’s hands stayed at Robin’s nipples, tugging them alternately and making his body jump in delight. He let himself arch, his fingers clenching as he fought to keep them where they belonged.

  Stack dragged his other hand along Robin’s ribs, the touches just the right side of ticklish. He stretched out tall, trying to get more of those touches.

  While biting across his collarbone, Stack continued to twist his right nipple, fingers wrapping around his hip, squeezing. He whimpered, the pleasure and pain twining together.

  Biting was replaced by suction, Stack tugging Robin’s flesh deeper into wet heat.

  “Damn….” His hips moved restlessly, ass sliding on the sheets.

  “Gonna make you need so good.” Stack moved to the other nipple and began to suck on it.

  That had never been their problem.

  Stack let go of his nipple, moving down his body and leaving one sucking kiss after another behind, waking every nerve in his skin.

  Robin stared at the beautiful sight of his Stack—blond head bent over his belly, broad shoulders ripped. God, the man was intoxicating, and when Stack’s attention turned to his cock, he thought he would die. Each lick promised so much more.

  “Master.” God, this was real. This was real.

  Stack hummed and took the tip of his cock in, putting pressure around the sides and batting at his slit with his tongue. Robin clenched his teeth, his knees drawing up as Stack loved on him.

  Humming, Stack let go of his cock and kissed the shaft from top to bottom. Then each of his balls received attention, Stack’s tongue absolute magic.

  “Jesus, you make me need.” His whisper seemed so loud.

  Stack’s smile pressed against his inner thigh, then turned into a kiss. Soft and warm, it sent tingles to his toes and to his cock too.

  “Spread wider, boy.”

  He grabbed
one knee and spread himself wide.

  “Good boy.” Stack leaned in and licked from his balls to his hole, wetting the sensitive skin. Then he tickled his tongue along Robin’s hole.

  “Master. Master, love.” Because he did. Still.

  Groaning, Stack pushed his tongue into Robin’s body, fucking his hole. Robin kept his eyes open so he could see that gorgeous body between his legs. It wasn’t easy, though, because Stack kept fucking his hole, wetting him. The pressure wasn’t enough, but the slick wetness made him dizzy.

  Then Stack slowly pushed his thumbs in alongside his tongue.

  Robin began to babble—incoherent, filthy nonsense that was all Stack’s fault.

  “There’s my boy.” Stack spread him wide, thumbs pulling from different sides of his hole.

  “More.” No dildo was as good as this. He needed more.

  “I love how you need, boy.”

  “With all my heart.”

  Nodding, Stack fucked him a few times with those big thumbs, opening him right up. Then Stack nipped his perineum, making it sting as those thumbs kept up their steady pressure. Fuck, that was good, the pain the perfect counterpoint to the pleasure rushing through him. He didn’t worry about getting off. He was way more interested in experiencing every second.

  Stack kept thumb-fucking him while slowly kissing his way back up Robin’s body, lips warm and soft.

  “My boy. Mine.” The words were barely there, but Robin nodded in agreement, because it was true.

  When Stack reached Robin’s face again and kissed him, he pulled his thumbs away and pressed his stunning cock into Robin, breaching his hole, spreading it, filling him.

  “Master!” He arched up, driving himself onto the thick pole, feeling it stretch him deep inside.

  Stack groaned and brought their foreheads together, resting against him, resting inside him.

  “I….” He began to cry, holding Stack in, holding Stack tight.

  “Shh. Shh.” Stack kissed him softly, then kissed the sides of his eyes, licked his tears away.

  The storm passed, and he could breathe, could smile at his lover.

  Stack kissed him once more, then started to move, thick cock sliding in and out of his body.

  He took it, over and over, every inch, every single inch. He wanted to sob. He’d never believed he’d ever feel this again, and it was so good—even better than he remembered.

  Stack moaned and pushed in harder, hitting his gland now, and he cried out, desperate for more. Stack gave it to him, gave him everything he’d been missing for the last eight months, and his body began to sing.

  “More. More. God, please.” He could beg.

  Stack pinched his right nipple, then twisted the left, leaving behind the most delicious aches. “I miss your rings. I want them back, boy.”

  “Do you?”

  “I fucking do.” Bending, Stack bit. “Two in each for ease of use. Gonna play with them constantly.”

  Robin felt his ass clench, his entire body on fire. Stack groaned and slammed in again, working them both.

  “My boy. God, Robin. I missed you.” The look on Stack’s face was a mixture of pain and wonder. And his eyes closed every time he thrust, a low moan coming from him.

  It made Robin ache all over.

  He stroked Stack’s hair, the broad shoulders—God, Stack was beautiful. Stack nuzzled into his touches, more lovely noises coming from him. Turning his head, Stack kissed his palm.

  Oh. Oh, so erotic, so sweet. Right.

  Then Stack began thrusting in earnest, filling him up like no one and nothing could, slamming into him and making his eyes cross.

  “You’re going to come with me, boy. We’re going to make it last and last.” Each word came with another thrust, Stack becoming the center of his universe.

  “Yes, Master. Last and last.”

  “Uh-huh.” Stack watched him, gaze like a laser as he sped up the power of his thrusts.

  Robin took every inch, rejoicing in the burn.

  Stack kissed him, then wrapped his hands around Robin’s shoulders, pulling him into each thrust. He could feel the pounding deep in his bones.

  He grabbed Stack’s ass, slamming them together.

  Growling, Stack grabbed his hands and pushed them up over his head.

  Yes. Fuck yes. He arched, absolutely over the moon.

  Holding his hands tight, Stack bent to bite at his nipples as those thrusts continued, sending him to the sky.

  “Master. Master. Master.”

  “Yes.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in Stack’s voice, and it was echoed in the next thrusts. “Tell me you’ll stay. Give me time.”

  “Oh…. Time.” He wanted to. He needed to.

  “Then you can come. Now.” Stack thrust in hard.

  Oh, thank God. Robin felt lightning slamming through him, hot and sharp and welcome. He bore down with his ass, holding Stack tight. His master moaned, jerking into him a few more times before stilling and filling him with heat.

  “Mine.” Stack rested their foreheads together, panting hard.

  He couldn’t deny it. He didn’t want to. So he just breathed with Stack and concentrated on the afterglow.

  He wanted this; he wanted to be home. He could only hope he was.

  Chapter Six

  STACK CUDDLED against Robin, spooning his boy, his cock nestled in Robin’s crack. He liked this dream. He’d had it a lot since Robin had left, and the only bad thing about it was that it always ended.

  He kept his eyes closed tight, not wanting to wake.

  Robin stretched, humming softly.

  He nuzzled into Robin’s neck and breathed in deeply. This was the most real dream yet.

  “Mmm. Master.” Robin’s ass rocked against him.

  Stack cracked open an eye. This wasn’t a dream. Robin was curled up in his arms. Last night came flooding back to him, and he held Robin tight. Oh, it had been real.

  His boy, here, home where he belonged. Now that he had this back, he intended to fight for it.

  He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure what he’d done wrong, why Robin had left him, but he was going to find out and make it work.

  Right now he was not on call or on duty, so he intended to take advantage of having Robin here. Spend the whole day focused on his boy.

  Moaning softly, he licked Robin’s neck. He pulled that flavor in, the familiarity warming his heart. Robin hummed again, beginning to wake up, to wiggle. The way Robin’s ass moved against his cock made him moan, a drop of precome leaking from the tip of his prick.

  “Good morning,” Robin whispered.

  “It is a good morning, boy.”

  “Best one in months.”

  “Yeah. A lot of months.” He pressed more kisses across the back of Robin’s neck, and Robin dropped his head forward, letting him have all he wanted.

  Sweet, warm boy. Stack spread his hand across Robin’s belly, feeling him as he drew Robin back and held him close.

  The soft moan made him smile. “Morning wood isn’t the same without you.” He rubbed against Robin’s ass some more.

  “Are you going to let me enjoy your cock, Master?”

  “Hmm….” Like there was any other answer to that but “fuck yes.” “I am.”

  He reached up and retrieved the lube from last night, slicking his fingers and pressing them into Robin with no fanfare. Hot, swollen, Robin was going to feel amazing around his cock. And it was going to be good for Robin too. His boy was so sensitive right now.

  They needed to reconnect, to communicate, and the best way to start this was a hard plugging.

  He went quickly to three fingers, adding more lube as well.

  Robin curled, hips beginning to move.

  “Mmm. My poor boy—you’re starved for attention, aren’t you?”

  “For your attention.”

  “You’ve got it, Robin. Top to bottom.” He rocked, moving against the slender body, each glide sweet.

  “Mmm. You seem fond of my bo
ttom.”

  “You know I’m partial to it.” Stack felt the laughter bubble up inside him as he grabbed Robin’s ass, giving the right globe a good hard squeeze even as he quirked his fingers and rubbed inside. Obsessed might be a better word than fond or partial.

  He slid his fingers deeper, touched Robin’s gland.

  Robin moaned deep in his chest, hips shifting restlessly. “Master. I missed you.”

  “Me too. Every day since you left.” He took his fingers out, needing to be inside Robin. Now. He nudged his cock against Robin’s hole, then froze. He wasn’t using a condom. He hadn’t last night either. They’d been together three years, and they’d been exclusive. They’d gotten out of the habit of gloving up when together. “I haven’t been with anyone else.” He hadn’t wanted anyone else. He took a breath, every muscle tight as he waited to hear if Robin was still clean too.

  “I’m yours, Master, whether or not we’re together. My body is yours.”

  That was more than good enough for him, and he pushed in, spreading Robin’s hole and taking his boy’s ass. The muscles rippled around him, milking him furiously.

  Fuck, there was nothing like being buried inside Robin’s ass. His boy was a size queen, and he knew what to do to make a big, thick cock get as much pleasure as possible.

  “Sweet slut,” he whispered. “Mine.”

  Robin shivered for him, and he thrust in hard, satisfied. He buried himself to the hilt, snarling with joy.

  When Robin’s cry met his own noises, he kept moving, plunging into Robin over and over. Fuck, his boy was perfect for him. “Going to make you wild, boy. Going to take you to the playroom.”

  Robin whimpered.

  “It’s been too long since you’ve had a master to give you what you need.”

  “I needed you to see me!”

  “I see you, boy.” He slammed into Robin.

  Robin pushed back, meeting him. Groaning, Stack kept working Robin’s tight hole as hard as he could.

  “I’m going to take you to our special room, fill you, stretch you. Make you happy.”

  Robin whimpered for him, ass going wild around his cock as Robin bucked back into each of his thrusts. Grabbing hold of Robin’s hips, Stack tugged, bringing them together even harder.