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He clenched, and it surprised him, how much that made his slit ache.

  Humming, Neal drummed his fingers against Way’s ass before teasing his crack again.

  “I feel that, everywhere,” he whispered.

  “Good. I want you to.” Neal nipped at his nose, then smiled up at him.

  “Me too.” He wanted to learn everything.

  Neal teased his hole with the tip of one finger. It felt big, much bigger than he knew Neal’s finger to be.

  He clenched again, trying to understand what he was feeling as he kept nuzzling and licking at Neal’s skin. Neal continued to rub his hole, finger pressing against it, time and again. Way found himself wanting to kneel up, to arch his back, beg.

  There was all of Neal to lick and kiss and explore, though. Neal’s touches were a bonus, so he focused, nuzzling and licking, finding sensitive spots to drag his teeth over.

  Neal bucked beneath him, hands holding him against Neal’s body so he wasn’t displaced. It was the best kind of roller coaster ride.

  Neal’s cock was hot and hard, like a brand against his body, against his own cock. Drops of precome were sliding from it too, and it filled him with heat, to know that he was responsible for that. He ended up with his cheek on Neal’s belly, tongue flicking at the clear drops he found at Neal’s slit.

  Neal’s fingers slid through his hair and over his face, his neck, the touches lazy and arousing at the same time. He hummed softly and kept licking, kept nuzzling and lapping. The more he did, the more Neal leaked for him. Finally the urge to suck overtook everything else and he took Neal in. This act made his heart flutter, comforted him somewhere deep inside.

  Neal cried out, hips bucking for a moment, pushing his thick cock deep before he settled back on the mattress.

  Way moaned and stroked Neal’s balls, gentle, careful. Easy. Easy, love. Let me do this. Let me love you.

  Neal spread his legs wide, but didn’t try to push up again. Neal did slide his hands through Way’s hair, the caresses gentle, sweet. Encouraging him.

  Yes. He sighed and set back to his work, luxuriating in his lover, in the peace and salt and heat.

  He could feel Neal’s thighs clenching and releasing and knew Neal was holding back, letting him be in charge, letting him lead this time. It felt good, powerful, and wonderful all at once.

  The world once again shrank to only the two of them, and he was surrounded by the sounds and smell of Neal, of the two of them together.

  “Love. Oh, baby, your mouth.” The words were like honey dripping over him.

  Neal spread his legs wider, offering him those heavy balls, and he took advantage, rolling them, petting them softly.

  “Such a gentle touch. You’re like magic, Way.” Neal’s voice was thick, his desire clear.

  “I want to be…. Magic, that is. Magic for you.”

  “You are, love. You make me incredibly happy and horny and you make me feel so good.” Neal arched toward him, cock sliding against his cheek.

  And that was more than enough. He set back to sucking, pulling more steadily, humming in pure pleasure. Neal’s moan was his reward and so was the way Neal began to move, hips rolling up to push his thick cock deeper into Way’s mouth. His heavy hand landed on Way’s skull, gentle but firm, rocking him.

  He moved with Neal, wanting to give his lover the best experience possible. Neal’s noises were telling him that he was well on the way, and he took more and more, swallowing hard around the tip.

  Neal shouted and arched. “Oh God. Way. Fuck.” One syllable sentences. He had to be doing something right.

  Salty drops slipped into his lips, tempting him, teasing him, and making him beg for more. Neal hummed, the sound guttural and constant as Neal moved, rocking, sliding his thick cock along Way’s tongue. The hands in his hair got tangled, Neal opening and closing his fingers now. Way reached up, feeling very bold, very daring, and encouraged Neal to move his head.

  “Fuck, yes!” Neal’s fingers wrapped around his skull, and Neal guided his movement, working his head up and down over that thick cock. He took every inch, opening his throat, his entire body lit up.

  Neal wasn’t talking anymore. The only noise he was making was harsh panting sounds, and the hands on Way’s head held on harder, moved him faster.

  He thought he should be frightened, but he wasn’t. Not at all. He felt exhilarated.

  “Soon.” Neal managed to get the word out, but Way didn’t know that he needed it. He could feel the change in Neal’s cock, the way it seemed to swell even larger. He knew Neal would be shooting soon.

  Way closed his eyes and let Neal have him—all of him, every inch of his throat.

  “Way!” Neal roared out his name as he pushed in deep, the thick cockhead swelling impossibly as Neal shot, the seed flooding his throat, his mouth, all of him.

  He swallowed over and over, taking everything Neal offered.

  The hands on his head gentled, but Neal didn’t let go as he relaxed down onto the bed, panting. Neal’s erection slowly softened as Way licked it clean.

  “So good, love. You’re becoming a pro at giving me blow jobs.” Neal stroked his head.

  “That was good. So good.” He felt boneless and achingly hard at the same time.

  “Uh-huh. It was.” Neal patted his head. “And if you come back up here, I’ll help you with that swelling you have between your legs.”

  “I’d like that.” He’d more than like it. He needed it.

  “Come on, then.” Neal made grabby fingers with his hands, but didn’t actually help haul him up, like he tended to. “Sorry, but you’ve melted me.”

  “That was the goal.” His erection ached where it rubbed over Neal’s body.

  “Good goal. And you reached it perfectly.” Neal brought their smiling mouths together, breathing into him more than kissing him for the moment.

  Neal slid his hands down Way’s body, cupped his ass, and squeezed, then dragged him forward a few inches before pushing him back the other way again. The resulting friction on his cock was delicious. The slit burned, and he gasped, hips rocking a little harder.

  “Like this?” Neal asked, both hands getting a better grip on his ass before settling there. Neal rocked him along those sweet abs, the way growing slick as Way’s cock leaked with his eagerness.

  “Uh-huh. Like….” It was late and he was ready to shoot and sleep.

  Neal bent his head forward awkwardly and Way rose to meet his kiss. Then the rubbing got faster, Neal matching it to the thrusts of his tongue into Way’s mouth. He groaned, driving himself faster and harder. Close. He was so close.

  Neal helped, the hands on him squeezing his ass and tugging him along. “You can come for me,” Neal told him, giving him permission.

  “Thank… thank you. Thank you, Sir.” Come on. Come on.

  Neal groaned when he said “Sir,” and one of Neal’s fingers slid into his crack, rubbing at his hole. Way swore he could feel the touch in his cock, where the tip burned.

  More. God, he wanted more. Faster. Harder.

  The image of Robin holding himself open, begging to have his hole whipped before taking that huge dildo in again was all the encouragement he needed, the orgasm flooding through him.

  “Fuck, I love that smell.” Neal continued to rock him, albeit more gently now, and his cock glided slickly across Neal’s come-wet belly.

  “Love.” His eyelids got heavy, the world seeming to slow down.

  “Uh-huh.” Neal kissed him again, then stretched beneath him. A moment later, it became clear what that was about, as Neal wiped the come from between them with a tissue. “There. Time to sleep, I think.”

  “Uhn. Love.” That was the best he had.

  Love. He was sure it was a pretty good best.

  “Yeah, love.” Neal patted his back, and together they let sleep have them.

  Chapter Four

  NEAL WORKED until his back ached from being bent over the table as he made a huge batch of jewelry for the gallery. They were eviden
tly selling like hotcakes, which was a good thing. He had an order from the Nature Museum as well. Apparently, the curator had seen his stuff and thought it was an appropriate ware for the museum’s gift shop to carry. Business was good.

  He looked at his watch as he got up and stretched, surprised to see how late it was. Way should already be home. A part of him wished Way had come to get him when he’d gotten in, but Neal knew it was better that his boy hadn’t. He needed to get this done, and if he’d seen Way, he’d have tossed the work aside.

  Once he was in from his workshop, he could hear the shower going. Perfect. Stripping as he went, he took the stairs two at a time and managed to get up them without tripping over his jeans or anything. He wasn’t exactly sure where any of his clothing had landed, but that didn’t matter.

  Deciding to surprise his lover, he opened the door quietly and slipped into the stall, eyes widening as he saw Way.

  His boy was jacking his cock, slowly dragging his fingertip over his slit, again and again, pressing the tip of his little finger in the barest bit.

  “Way! You’re masturbating!” He’d told Way he wanted all of Way’s orgasms to be shared with him. That had been even before they’d talked about becoming sub and Master. And the slit thing…. Well, at least he knew Way liked the sounding. A whole lot more than Way had been willing to admit. A whole lot more.

  “Am not!” Way turned away from him. “I was washing! And you’re supposed to knock!”

  The turning away and the admonition about knocking told him Way wasn’t being honest about what he’d been doing. Neal had been exactly right at what he’d surmised. “You like it when I join you in the shower,” he pointed out. “And we both know what you were doing.”

  He cupped Way’s balls, which were heavy with Way’s need, before sliding his fingers up along Way’s very hard cock. This was not a “being washed” hard-on.

  “I was cleaning up. That’s all. Just….” Way’s eyes crossed.

  “Love, there’s no shame in needing the slit play, in wanting it. However, I have asked you not to masturbate without me, or at least without my permission. Now that we’re doing this, I’m going to make it a rule, and the next time I catch you at it, there will be a punishment.” He kept touching Way’s cock, watching his boy’s face as he rubbed the slit with his thumb, running it back and forth.

  “I don’t….” Way grabbed his shoulders and pressed close, his lips open and hungry.

  He did love Way’s coping mechanism, and he responded, tongue-fucking Way’s sweet mouth, and pressed in again, rubbing Way’s slit. The skin was hot, swollen, suggesting his boy was perhaps not being as good as he ought. There was no way this was the first time Way had played.

  Naughty boy. Wicked.

  He let it go for now, concentrating on helping Way explore that new slit-play kink. He kept rubbing his thumb back and forth across the little hole, irritating the swollen lips to make them burn.

  Way shivered in his arms and pressed closer. Neal pushed his thumb into Way’s slit, spreading it. Way moaned and bucked up, fucking his fingers.

  “You’re a slut for it,” Neal noted. “A sweet little slit slut.”

  “No. No. I just… I just….”

  “You like it. As I said, there’s no shame in it.” He pressed and rubbed together.

  “I want you. Please. Please.” Way’s voice was barely a sob.

  “Turn around,” Neal ordered. “Hold on to the tile.”

  Way nodded, the motion jerky and rough, then turned, hands flat on the smooth tile. Neal grabbed the soap and rubbed it between his fingers until they were nice and slick.

  His boy shuddered, body rocking restlessly for him. He worked one finger into Way’s ass, loving the tight grip that squeezed him. He pushed in deeper, fucking Way with it.

  “More. More, Neal. Please.”

  “My greedy boy.” He worked another finger in, stretched them wide and dragged them along Way’s hole. “Love it when you beg.”

  “Need you. Every day.”

  “Me too, love.” He pushed his fingers in harder, knowing he’d found Way’s gland when his boy cried out.

  He fucked Way with short, sharp thrusts of his fingers, holding Way’s hip with his free hand.

  “You ready, boy? Ready for me to fill you?”

  “I am. I am. Please. I need it. You.”

  He pulled his fingers out and rubbed the tip of his cock along Way’s crack, pushing against the tiny hole every time he passed it. Way waggled his hips, trying to get him, to encourage him to push inside.

  It was intoxicating, seeing Way knowing what he wanted and asking for it, with actions if not words.

  He didn’t sink in right away, though. He kept rubbing, teasing them both.

  “Sir! Sir, please!” Someone had been taking notes at work.

  He loved it too. He loved to hear Way call him sir, loved to hear his boy beg.

  And he couldn’t wait any longer. On the next pass, he pressed the head of his cock into his boy.

  Way moaned as he pushed inside, the sound wild, sharp as it echoed against the tile. His own moan echoed Way’s and he pressed deeper, pushing in until his hips pressed up against Way’s ass.

  He stayed still for a long moment, enjoying the sensation of Way fluttering around him. Then he began to move, hands wrapping around Way’s hips as he tugged his boy back into each thrust.

  Way moaned, riding him with a series of low cries.

  Reaching around his boy, he grabbed hold of Way’s hard cock, flicking at the tip with his thumb. The grip around his prick increased exponentially, making him gasp.

  He drove harder into Way’s tight heat, every thrust making his balls ache. Squeezing Way’s cock up near the head, he continued to tease the slit, looking to make Way ache too.

  His boy groaned and rocked, moaning deep in his chest.

  “You ready to come, boy? Ready to make me come with your beautiful ass?”

  “Yes. Yes, please. I need to shoot.”

  “When I say.” Next time he was going to punish Way by not letting him come until the next day. This time they were going to talk about Way and his new need for this kind of play.

  “Yes. Yes. When you say.”

  “That’s my boy.” He tightened his grip on Way’s cock and pushed his finger into Way’s little hole, stretching the very tip. That had Way squeezing his cock rhythmically, and Neal moaned loudly, his orgasm rushing through him. “Now!” He managed to get the word out. Barely.

  That was all Way needed, though, because his boy screamed and shot.

  His own cock dribbled a little more come as Way’s orgasm milked him. Groaning, he rested his head on Way’s shoulder, panting hard.

  “H… hi. Hey, Neal. Good evening.”

  He chuckled, the sound broken by his panting, and rubbed his cheek against Way’s skin. “Hey, love. Welcome home.”

  “Thank you. Did you get your work done?”

  “Uh-huh.” He licked the water from Way’s skin. They were going to have to get out soon, before they lost all the hot water. “Did you enjoy playing with your slit?”

  “I was only washing, you know.” Way’s cheeks were bright red.

  “You were washing very vigorously,” Neal noted. “And it wasn’t the first time either.” There was no way it was still swollen and sensitive from the day they’d played with the sound.

  “Let me get you a towel, hmm? We’re going to run out of hot water.”

  He let Way get out and get the towels as he turned off the water. As soon as they were dry, he brought it up again. “So how much have you been playing with it?”

  Way didn’t answer, simply handed him some soft slacks.

  He took the pants and put them on the counter, then drew his boy in close. Tilting Way’s chin, he looked into his boy’s warm eyes. “Remember us talking about communication and how it’s one of the most important things?”

  “I do. I’m sorry.”

  “You don’t have to be sorry—you
need to talk to me. Besides, I think it turns you on, talking about it.”

  “I just…. It’s just brand-new, that’s all.”

  “It is. And that’s exciting. As is the fact that you like it. You know you can always come to me, though, and I’ll help you explore things.” They could have so much fun together.

  “I know. I… habit, I guess.”

  “You’re used to keeping things to yourself, I know. You don’t have to anymore, though. Not anymore. Especially not with me.” He drew Way close, cradling him. “I need you to share with me.” It was a part of what made things special about their relationship. To him, the Master/sub relationship was all about the sharing.

  “It’s hard, to need so much.”

  “It’s a gift to need so much,” Neal countered. “A gift for both of us.”

  “Do you really think so?”

  “I really think so.” He tilted Way’s chin. “I think it’s a wonderful thing.”

  “I… I love you, Neal, so much it’s scary. And I see things at work and think about things and….”

  “Yeah? I bet you see a lot of things. You should come to me and we can talk about them. And it’s okay to be scared, as long as we don’t let it paralyze us.”

  Way pushed farther into his arms and held on tight, squeezing him. “Okay. Yeah. I will. I promise.”

  “I know it isn’t easy. And I know it’s not what you’re used to, that you had to keep everything inside, but that’s not true anymore.” He gave Way a smile. “So what are you thinking about now?”

  “Pizza and how I need tight briefs to hold my cock.”

  Neal burst out laughing and hugged Way. “I kind of meant with regards to something you might have seen at the gym.”

  “Oh. Well, you did ask.” Way kissed him on the tip of the nose.

  “I know, and I loved your answer. It was very literal. Pizza sounds great, by the way. And wouldn’t it be fun to put on our robes and otherwise be naked?”

  “Uh-huh….” That didn’t sound so sure.

  “Well, I say that’s what we do, and I’m the master, so it’s what we’re going to do.” Neal led Way out to the bedroom to grab their robes.

  “Okay. Sure. Yes. No briefs?”