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  Way opened up, taking a big bite. “Oh….”

  Someone was hungry for more than sex.

  He gave Way the whole piece and grabbed another for himself. “We’ll be able to have more fun once we’ve fueled up.” And he had a wicked thought for sharing the tiramisu. All that cream gave him ideas.

  “It’s good. I love a greasy slice of pizza.”

  Neal leaned in and licked a bit of said grease from Way’s lower lip and chin. “Me too.”

  Way laughed for him, the sound merry, bright, pure joy.

  God, this man made him happy. A deep down, undeniable happy.

  On impulse, he took a grease-flavored kiss, needing to share how he was feeling.

  Way pushed closer, right with him, so eager. Neal finally separated their lips and pressed their foreheads together.

  “We need to eat. You need your energy.”

  “Uh-huh. It’s hard to not simply make love.”

  “I know. Believe me, I know. But we don’t want you fainting in the middle of things because you didn’t have the pizza you’re starving for. Besides, you can’t come until morning, so think of this as a way not to get yourself revved up for nothing.”

  “Uh-huh. You want a Coke?”

  “Yes, please. Let’s see if you can reach it without getting off my lap.” He did love watching Way stretch out and get twisted up.

  “Perv.” Way winked at him and leaned hard, twisting gracefully.

  “You know it.” He had no intention of denying what was so patently obvious. When it came to Way, he was the biggest perv going.

  “Okay, I’m grabbing two.” Way sat up carefully, belly rolling.

  Neal grabbed on to Way’s waist, guiding his boy and making sure he didn’t take a tumble. They were not about that kind of pain.

  This was about pressure, about ache.

  He rescued the Cokes from Way when he passed them over, and opened both. Then they went back to eating. He found it easier to get through the pizza if he just ate. Too much interaction with Way led to him being distracted by his naked, cock-bound boy.

  Although each bite Way fed him tasted better than the others. And truly, at this point he was anticipating dessert with the creamy tiramisu to eat off his boy’s flesh.

  Way pulled a piece of pepperoni off his pizza and snapped it up. Neal watched Way’s tongue at work after he’d swallowed the pepperoni, cleaning his lips, cleaning his fingers.

  “Okay, that’s it. Dessert time.” He wanted in on that licking action.

  “Mmm. I need to grab spoons.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so.” He pushed Way’s robe off his shoulders, then grabbed one of the desserts. Dipping his finger into it, he gathered a bunch of cream. All he needed to do now was smear it onto Way’s skin and lick it off.

  “Neal! Sir! Look at the mess!”

  “Uh-huh.” He supposed someone who cleaned for a living might be appalled by the mess, but he was anticipating the flavor of sweet coffee cream and the salt of Way’s skin together. He spread the confection from one nipple to the other, then bent to the task of licking every single bit of it off the warm skin.

  Way stared at him, expression utterly shocked. He ignored that, focusing on the taste of sweet and salty in his mouth and on the way Way’s little nipples hardened and poked up through the cream like they were trying to get his attention.

  Oh, damn. This was all his. All his. Fuck.

  He pounced on one nipple. It was still swollen from his earlier ministrations, and Way cried out, arched as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked away any hint of the sweet. He hummed happily.

  “I want to do that again, boy. Sweeten yourself for me.”

  Way’s eyes went wide and he shook his head, but when Neal simply stared at him, he reached for the dessert and dipped trembling fingers into it.

  “That’s it, boy. Now smear it all over yourself. Your cock too.”

  “My…. You’re serious?”

  “Absolutely.” Neal held Way’s gaze, watching the emotions in his expressive eyes chase each other. “Go on. What’s the worst that can happen? You needing another shower? That doesn’t sound so bad.”

  “Okay. It’s a little silly, but okay.” Way’s cheeks were bright red, but he smeared a bit on his chest, on his shaft.

  “Does this feel silly to you?” Neal leaned down and licked at the top of Way’s cock, searching out the slit and pushing the tip of his tongue into it.

  “N-no. No. God no. Sir.”

  Oh yeah. Better.

  “Glad to hear it.” He took his time, slowly licking Way’s cock absolutely clean, and then doing the same for Way’s belly and his chest. When he was done, he glanced up at Way’s face.

  Way’s eyes were closed, focus totally internal.

  He took one last lick of Way’s nipple and sat back. “You need to spread more dessert over yourself. Unless of course you’d like a taste of your own, in which case you need to spread dessert over me.”

  “I—” Way stopped and smoothed some cream over Neal’s lips, slicking them.

  “Mmm.” He leaned forward, keeping himself from licking the dessert off his lips. It wasn’t easy, though, as he knew how good it was, and it was a natural, almost unconscious thing, to lick one’s lips clean. Way lapped him clean with tiny, almost not there licks.

  He groaned. “That’s a big tease, love. You need to put more on me and be more… uh, vigorous in your licking.”

  “You didn’t like it?”

  “I did, but I was hoping for more than only my lips being licked.” He gave Way his best puppy dog eyes, not knowing if they were going to be effective or not.

  “Oh. Okay.” He didn’t see the wicked grin until the last minute, when a plop of cream hit his nose and was licked off.

  Laughing, he grabbed a bit of cream and globbed it onto Way’s ear. He made wet work of licking it off.

  “Ew! Neal!” Way’s laugh was like heaven.

  He grabbed another dollop of the dessert and plopped it on his own cock, then pointed with both hands. “There’s more to be eaten.”

  “Oh….” Way’s eyes lit up, and then, in a second, Way’s mouth was around him, wrapped tight.

  Groaning, he dropped his hands to Way’s head, sliding his fingers through Way’s silky hair. Hungry, greedy boy. The suction was fierce and needy, drawing up through Neal’s balls.

  Moaning, he spread his legs, offering Way more room to work.

  Way rolled his balls, petting him gently, stroking the skin there and making his toes curl. He kept petting Way’s head, letting his boy bring him pleasure.

  He scooped up another fingerful of sweet cream, moaning around the bite as he sucked his fingers clean.

  He was a lucky, lucky man and he knew it.

  Way began to drag his lips over Neal’s shaft, flailing at his skin with that hot, slick tongue.

  “So fucking good. So good, Way.”

  Way’s moan vibrated all around him. Things went from great to fantastic, his balls drawing up against his body. He watched Way’s dark head as it bobbed over his prick, his lover slurping him. He was pretty sure he’d never seen anything sexier than that. Ever.

  He reached down, stroked Way’s hair, and his boy moaned. Sweet sub.

  “Gonna make me come.” It was more warning than anything else, to let Way know he was getting close.

  Way murmured around his prick, tongue slapping the tip. Neal took that as a “go for it” and let his eyes drop half-closed, the pleasure moving through him.

  He groaned as Way’s throat swallowed around the tip of his cock, the tight sheath squeezing and clenching.

  “God yes.” He humped up as he came, shooting, pouring himself into Way as his boy swallowed.

  He came hard, then collapsed back against the couch, panting. He kept his hand on Way’s head, stroking gently.

  Way cleaned him, licking until it was almost too sensitive. He wrapped his fingers in Way’s hair and tugged his head a little, encouraging him to com
e off.

  “That was the best tiramisu I’ve ever had.”

  “It was pretty tasty.”

  He chuckled at Way’s coy reply. “I’m glad you ordered the dessert.”

  “I’m glad. Just glad. All of me.”

  “Come here, you.” He hooked his hands beneath Way’s arms and pulled his boy up. Way’s slender body rubbed and bumped against his, making him groan. Mmm. Someone needed so beautifully and would have to wait for morning for release.

  Way wriggled against him, his trapped cock hot where it rubbed against Neal.

  He dropped his hands to Way’s ass, cupping it, loving how it fit perfectly in his hands. “Don’t get too worked up, love. You know you’re not allowed to come until tomorrow.”

  “But…. But….”

  “Shh. No buts. Teasing. A movie. Possibly a nice spanking, but no orgasm.” He wasn’t backing down on this. It was the first real punishment Way had earned, and he had no intention of failing to follow through. “You’ll be in a state of need all evening, all night.” He patted his thighs. “Now, up here, boy. I want to touch while we watch TV.”

  They settled together with Way in his lap, the access easy. He handed the remote to his boy to find something to watch. He didn’t really care what it was—after all, it was only an excuse to sit and tease his boy endlessly.

  Chapter Five

  WAY GROANED, slowly humping against Neal’s warm thigh, the plug buried inside him large enough to work.

  So good.

  So good.

  He dreamed about touching and licking and petting and being filled up. All over. Everywhere.

  Neal’s hands slid along his back and grabbed his ass, squeezing.

  He nodded and reached for his cock, wanting nothing more than to come.

  “No, love.” Neal grabbed his hand and put it behind his back, holding it there. “No touching. No coming.”

  “But… please. Please. I want. I need to. Please.”

  “Not until the morning. And not until I say in the morning.” It didn’t sound like Neal was inclined to change his mind.

  He sobbed softly, pushing into Neal’s arms, rubbing along the naked, warm flesh.

  Neal kissed him, tongue sliding into his mouth. His hand was kept behind his back, Neal’s fingers firm around his wrist.

  His entire body felt like it was on fire, burning and aching.

  “God, you’re hot.” Neal pressed more kisses across his face, touching on his lips, his chin, his nose, and his cheeks.

  He nodded. Yes. Yes, he was. “It’s almost morning….”

  “Yeah, but the sun’s not up yet.”

  “Maybe it’s cloudy….” It could happen.

  Neal laughed softly, and kissed him soundly. “Even if it is morning, I get to say when you’re allowed to come, and I’m not saying it yet. I’ll let you come before you have to go to work. Probably.”

  “No fair…,” he muttered. “This is crazy, how much I need.”

  “You’re right—it’s not fair. To everyone who isn’t us.”

  “No fair.” He panted, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

  Neal groaned and brought their mouths together, chasing his tongue back into his mouth. “It’s what it is, though. I’m still gonna make you wait.”

  A low cry tore out of him, rough and raw and needy.

  “Love your sounds. Love how you need.” Neal’s eyes were closed, his nose working overtime as he breathed in deeply. “Love the way you smell.”

  “I’m going to suck you.” He scooted down, needing to comfort himself, needing to wrap his lips around Neal’s heavy cock.

  “Love….” Neal’s fingers slid through his hair like they always did when he sucked Neal off. It felt so good, so caring. He could feel Neal’s love in the gesture.

  It wasn’t like getting off himself, but it was comforting, warm, and he focused on the scent, the flavor, the entire experience of his lover surrounding him.

  “You make waking up a wonderful thing, Way.”

  He kept his hands wrapped around Neal’s thighs, holding on tight so he didn’t jack his cock.

  As he sucked, Neal began to rock, sliding his thick cock along Way’s tongue, distracting him and keeping him flying. Long hums sounded, added to Neal’s groans as he blew his lover.

  “Such a good boy. Such a needy baby. More, boy. Give me more.”

  Neal’s words fell around him like a warm, gentle rain.

  Everything. He’d give Neal everything he had.

  As he sucked harder, Neal rocked faster, and he could feel Neal’s need getting bigger. He’d done that. Him.

  Then Neal’s hands landed on his head, working him on the fat prick. He let it happen, let Neal guide him. He would have proof of Neal’s pleasure in his mouth very soon.

  Then, maybe, it would be morning and his turn.

  “Way….” Neal called his name and slammed in, coming deep into his throat.

  Seed spurted into his lips, and he swallowed, over and over, drinking Neal down.

  Neal lay limply on the bed, looking utterly melted, a soft smile playing about his lips. “Mmm… goo’.”

  He dragged his tongue over Neal’s slit, teasing, imagining it was him. Neal shivered and gasped.

  “You going to keep me hard, love? So you can ride me?”

  He nodded, praying Neal would get him off, let him shoot.

  “I love the idea of you bouncing on top of me, taking what you need until we shoot together.”

  He sucked a little harder, his entire body shuddering.

  Neal groaned and touched his cheek, bringing him off the still-hard cock. “You’ve done really well, boy. Taken to being denied coming like a fish to water. Now it’s time for your reward.”

  “Please. Please, I’ve tried hard.” He’d been the best he could be.

  “Straddle me and I’ll deal with the plug.” As he spoke, Neal reached for the lube on the bedside table.

  He crawled up Neal’s body, dragging them together.

  Groaning, Neal wrapped his hands around Way’s waist, holding on for a moment and encouraging him to rock. Each time he moved back, the plug pressed against Neal’s thighs, jostling the thing and pushing it deeper for a moment.

  “Should we take it out now?” Please.

  Neal nodded, reaching behind him and gripping the plug. It jostled inside him again, and then Neal was tugging it out, leaving him shockingly empty.

  He sucked in a breath, beginning to tremble.

  “I’ve got you,” Neal said softly, hand sliding on his skin.

  A moment later two slick fingers pushed into him, filling him.

  “I want so bad, Neal.” So badly that he took those fingers and started riding immediately.

  “That’s the idea.” Neal let him ride his fingers for a few moments, then tugged them away. “Me now, boy.”

  “Uh-huh. You. Now,” he concurred.

  Neal guided him onto the thick cock, easing him down. The pressure filled him, inch by inch, making his eyes cross, and a soft cry escaped him.

  “God, you’re tight. So wonderfully tight.” Neal fumbled at his cock, releasing it suddenly from its bindings.

  His hands clenched in fists, the action completely out of his control. “Please!”

  Neal nodded. “Come when you have to, but hold on as long as you can.” Neal began fucking him, tugging him off the thick cock, then bringing him back down again.

  Please, he prayed. Please let me have this forever.

  Neal kept them moving, gaze shining up at him as he rode Neal’s thick cock. After a few thrusts, Neal wrapped his hand around Way’s erection.

  His eyes went wide and his ass clenched tight. Oh God. Yes.

  The long strokes around his cock matched the thrusts up into his ass, the two sensations melding together.

  “I’m going to. I have to. Please. Please, I have to!”

  Neal nodded. “I said you could. You can. You’re allowed to come. I want to smell you. I want to watch your
face.”

  “Love you.” God, he loved Neal, so much.

  Neal smiled and cupped Way’s cheek with his free hand. “And I love you. Come on, love. Prove your need and come for me.” Neal pushed up hard, banging into his gland, and he jerked, seed spurting from him in waves.

  “Yeah. Yeah, that’s it!” Neal groaned and Way felt come filling him up inside.

  Oh. Oh, better. Better. He began to cry, the act shocking him, but Neal didn’t seem worried at all, holding him close. Neal stroked his back, the gliding touches soothing, comforting.

  “Love you, boy.”

  “Love. Love you. Tell me I can stay right here?”

  “It’s only 5:00 a.m., love. You don’t have work until noon. You can totally stay exactly where you are for hours. In fact, I’d like to see you try and go before you have to.” Neal tightened his arms around Way.

  “Thank you, Sir. Love. Master.”

  “God, I love the sound of that. Say it again?”

  “Thank you? Sir? Master?”

  Neal moaned softly. “Yeah, that last one.”

  “Master.” He sighed and settled, his world going soft and gentle around the edges.

  “Mmm. Yeah, you can keep saying it if you want.” Neal patted his back.

  “Okay. I sorta do. Want.”

  Neal brought their lips together and they shared a lazy kiss. “Good. Because I want you to too.”

  He nodded, then slumped down against Neal, trusting that his master would support him.

  “I’ve got you,” Neal told him. “I’m never letting go, and that’s not up for debate.”

  “I believe you.”

  “That’s cool. Because I believe in you.”

  Sometimes Neal said the most amazing things.

  Way settled happily, sighing as sleep took him.

  Chapter Six

  NEAL BOUNCED on his heels as he waited for Way to come down the stairs. His boy finished work at six on Fridays, and Monday was a holiday, giving them three whole days together.

  It was the perfect time to get Way a Prince Albert. He’d have three days to get used to the sensation. Although given his boy’s love of slit play, he might still be all wound up even after the long weekend.

  Day came out of the office behind the front desk and offered him a smile. Neal smiled back and waved.