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He nodded, cheek sliding along Coby’s chest. “Yes, I am, too.”

“Rest, now. We’ll eat later.” Coby chuckled. “Maybe you can feed me and I’ll nibble your fingers.”

“That sounds most tortuous and delicious, Coby.” And look at him, not mentioning how unsanitary it could be. Especially if they ate in bed. “We could eat in bed.”

“That sounds perfect.” The approval washed over him.

He pushed away the reactions he could not control and instead enjoyed that approval, Coby’s happiness. “It does.”

“Rest. I will hold you.”

“Thank you, Coby.”

He let his eyes close and relaxed, secure and safe and easy in the only place he could be all those things: his lover and Master’s arms.

***

Coby shaved, old-fashioned razor sliding over his jaw and his cheeks. He could feel Walt’s eyes on him, almost like a touch. He’d taken a nice long shower, the hot water pouring down on him. It had been luscious, knowing Walt could do nothing but watch, sitting on the bench in their large bathroom.

His lover was gagged and bound, Coby’s come rubbed into the soft skin and left to dry. Walt’s pale skin was flushed with need and heat, a pretty rose against the stark, clean white of the tile.

He looked over in the reflecting glass, smiling, watching Walt slide from obeying to wanting to be clean. Those hazel eyes were locked onto him, Walt’s nostrils flaring as he waited to be unbound, to be allowed to shower. He pondered whether he could come again, rub his seed over Walt’s back, over the tight, plugged ass.

A muffled sound came from the back of Walt’s throat, kept in by the gag. The pretty eyes began to beg him.

Coby walked over, fingers sliding over Walt’s skin, the touch featherlight. Walt’s eyes rolled, body straining for the touch. It seemed there were some things Walt needed more than to be clean.

He circled the tip of Walt’s prick with thumb and forefinger, tugging. “Someone wants.”

Walt’s eyes closed slowly and opened again, his breath short.

“Should I tug you off? Suck you? Let you suck me until you come?” He loved watching Walt’s face, seeing the hunger there, the need.

Nostrils flaring madly, Walt’s need could be seen in every line of his body, eyes burning now, each suggestion making his lover shudder. Coby removed the gag, fingers tracing Walt’s lips, painting them with Walt’s own need. Walt moaned, the sound full, wanton. His lover’s tongue slid out and then stopped, was pulled back into Walt’s mouth as his obedience won out over his need.

That earned Walt a smile, a caress. “Tell me what you feel.”

Walt made a face. “I’m
dirty
.” Those eyes gazed up at him. “But more than that, I need. You are so beautiful and sexy. I want you, Coby. I ache with it.”

He stepped closer, fingers exploring. “Show me how much.”

Walt turned his head and kissed Coby’s fingers before leaning forward to lick at one hip. He stood quietly, letting Walt worship him. His hips were kissed and licked, and then his belly, his balls. Then Walt began to bathe his cock with that eager, warm tongue. Soft moans sounded, Walt’s eyes closed, all focus on him.

Such beauty, such hunger. Walt had been his one addiction from the moment they came together, Coby taking Walt from the worthless bastard that had claimed to “own” him.

Walt took his cock into that hot mouth, suction gentle to start with, almost teasing.

Oh. His lover was brave today. Delicious.

Walt’s tongue slid across the top of his cock and then pressed against his slit, lips tight. He swallowed the moan that threatened to escape, pushing his cock deeper. Walt’s moan vibrated around his flesh and Walt’s head began to bob, moving up and down slowly.

“Sweet mouth.” He’d ride this sensation for a while, then take Walt into the tub and bathe him.

Another moan slid along his flesh, Walt’s lips tightening slightly, his head moving faster.

“Don’t make me come. I’m going to fuck you in the shower.” That elicited a whimper, Walt’s rhythm faltering. “That’s right. I’m going to tie your hands to the hook, wash you, clean you, then fuck you.” He met those warm, wanton eyes, smiling, rewarding.

Walt gazed up at him, head moving again, the suction gentler now, good, but not threatening to send him over.

“That’s right, baby. Just like that...” His eyes rolled, hips moving slow and sweet and easy.

Humming now, Walt moved with him, keeping the motions light. Every now and then he could see Walt’s shoulders twitch, bound hands trying to reach for him. He reached a quiet level of pleasure and then pulled away, helping Walt to his feet.

Walt stumbled, leaning into him and trusting him not to let his lover fall. He slowly walked them to the shower, deciding to wash them first and then make love in the big tub. The water came on, hot and strong, pounding against his skin.

Walt leaned against him, face lifting to the water, eyes closed in bliss.

He raised Walt’s hands up, fastened the cuffs to a sturdy hook and began washing him, treating his lover. Walt’s moans were constant, the slender body moving into each touch, that blissful look making Walt’s face shine.

Coby took his time, fingers sliding and dragging, making Walt feel every touch, every caress. Walt’s moans and whimpers were constant, sweet. He went to his knees, mouth hot and soft on Walt’s cock, tongue teasing, loving.

“Coby!” Walt’s body rippled, cock throbbing in his mouth.

“Don’t come.” He sucked the hard cock in, tongue slipping and sliding.

Walt moaned. “Yes, Master.”

He focused on the act, giving Walt all the pleasure he could, driving his lover higher and higher. The sweet noises returned, Walt’s body moving as well as it could, hips pushing the thin cock into his mouth. He stroked Walt’s balls, tugging slow and easy. Another shudder went through Walt, moan low and full of need. Coby took more in, sucking hard, hand sliding back to tease the plug in Walt’s ass.

“Master!” Walt whimpered, muscles going tight as he fought his orgasm.

“Mm-hmm?” Coby made sure the hum vibrated through Walt’s cock.

“So close, Master. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He leaned back, kissed the tip of Walt’s prick gently. “You won’t.”

Then he stood, unhooked Walt. “Come and bathe with me. You have performed well.”

“For you, Master. With your strength.” Walt was putty in his hands.

The tub was filled with steaming water and they settled in, cuffs and plug put aside. He settled Walt in his lap, holding and petting, teasing one little nipple, rolling the soft, shaved ball sacs. Walt melted against him, hands sliding on his thighs as Walt pushed almost lazily into each touch.

“My water baby.” He chuckled, leaning in to nibble and nuzzle.

Walt blushed softly. “Yours, definitely yours.”

“Every inch of you.” He slid his hands down, let his fingers tease the hidden little hole.

Walt shivered. “I love you, Coby.”

“I know.” He did. He never doubted.

“Good.” Walt’s eyes shone for him, happiness and love there.

Reaching a hand up, Walt stroked his cheek. He leaned into the touch, lips brushing Walt’s inner wrist. Walt purred at the touch of his lips.

“Sweet baby.” He let his teeth scrape the sensitive skin. A delicious shiver went through Walt, the sweetest whimper sounding. Walt’s eyes half closed, tongue wetting his lips.

He shifted Walt, lowered that fine ass over his cock.

Walt’s back arched, his eyes rolling. “Yes. Oh, Coby. Yes.”

“Mmm... I’m not going to hurry, baby. Breathe. We have all night.”

All night long.

To fuck. To play.

Walt looked over his shoulder, eyes finding his, letting him see all the pleasure, all the love there.

“You’re beautiful.” His free hand dropped, loosely circled Walt’s cock.

“And you are magnificent,” Walt murmured, hand reaching again to stroke his face.

He smiled, lips close to Walt’s ear. “Love you, baby.”

“Yes,” whispered Walt, hand wrapping around Coby’s neck as Walt rose and fell with him.

“Yes.” They moved together, slow and steady, the heat between them growing. Walt moved like a dream, attuned to his every need.

He occupied himself with Walt’s nipples, Walt’s belly, nails teasing Walt’s inner thighs. Walt’s hands were less focused, sliding on his skin in random patterns and clutching at him.

“What are you thinking?” He pulled Walt’s focus in tighter.

“Thinking? I was supposed to be thinking?”

He chuckled, nipped. “I suppose you’re right.” He tweaked one nipple. “What are you feeling?”

Walt jerked. “Pleasure, Coby. How can it be better every time?
Every
time.”

“Because we’re meant to be together. We’re made for this.”

“Yes. Yes, Coby. Made for you.”

“Mine. Made for me and me alone.” He purred, pushing up into Walt harder, fingers tightening.

“Yes, Coby. Yes.” Walt nodded, back arching, eyes almost closed as he rode.

The water was warm around them, sloshing more enthusiastically as they sped up, splashing over the sides. He let Walt ride until the need took him, and then he bent Walt over, hands bracing on the side of the tub, and started fucking him with deep, hard strokes.

“Yes! Oh, there, please!” Walt met his thrusts, ass rising to meet him over and over again.

His fingers dug in, pulling Walt back onto his cock over and over. “Don’t spend until I give word.”

“As you will it, Master.” Walt’s back bowed, a shudder moving through him. “Oh! Right there, Coby.”

“Yes.” He stayed where he was, hitting the same spot again and again.

Walt’s muscles began to shake, a dark flush rising along his skin. Coby could feel Walt’s body contract around his cock; soon the need to come would make his Walt shake.

He reached out, scraped his nails down along Walt’s spine.

“Master!” Walt did shake, then, body rocking, pushing back onto his cock, every line of Walt’s body begging.

He stretched out the sensations as long as he could, then whispered, “Come.”

Walt cried out his name, body clamping down on his cock, and came in long bursts. Coby rode it out, not needing to come again, just enjoying Walt’s response. Walt moaned as he finished, a ripple moving through the hairless body. Walt continued to shake, muscles trembling and exhausted.

“Beautiful.” He leaned down, kissed one shoulder.

“Thank you, Coby.” Another shiver worked through Walt, a squeeze to his cock.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He smiled, slid free from Walt’s body, and settled back.

Walt curled up against him with a warm sigh, head on his shoulder. He held on, stroking, petting sweet and slow and easy. Walt’s shivers and tremors soon relaxed, the body in his arms going still and heavy.

Coby smiled, waiting until Walt was deep asleep before carefully emptying the tub and carrying his lover to bed. They curled together, and Coby watched the stars swirl in the deep blue-black sky. He didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Chapter Two

Rannalin, Eastern Peninsula, Brandish Planet

Gus was dirty from his head down to his boots, even the riot of red curls on his head dark with mud. It was a hazard when one worked in the ever-expanding city outskirts, digging in the dirt, making the ground ready to accept taming. It always amazed him, the way they could turn plain desert into a place where people could live, the skyscrapers rising from the ground like giants.

The rain had come while they’d been working on the foundation of the Rigeur building, the wind whipping it around, and Barstow Dunton had fallen. The man had been covered in mud, and they’d all laughed. Which was when the mud-slinging had started, and most of them had gone down at least once.

Gus chuckled as he remembered it. He was sticky and icky still, and the devil that had been kicked up by the play was still lurking as he walked into his apartment. The curved walls made the place feel cozy, the wall of windows keeping it from being claustrophobic. The furniture was all in solid jewel tones, bright and cheerful, pillows and cushions making the chairs and sofas inviting and comfortable. He would not sully them by sitting, but there was one thing that cleaned far more easily. He laughed. Or
someone
. “Bastian! Love, are you naked?”

“Naked? No. I’m working.” He heard the scrape of Bastian’s chair, then his lover’s face appeared, long, long black hair softening the sharp lines. “Great Light! You’re filthy!”

He laughed and held open his arms. “I’m needing a hug.”

“Oh, no.” Bastian chuckled, started backpedaling.

“Oh, yes. Take off your clothes and come get a nice hug and a good long kiss.” He gave Bastian a grin. “I’m serious, Precious.”

Those odd eyes, grey ringed by grey, searched his, and he could see Bastian trying to decide whether to bolt or give in. He raised an eyebrow. He was tired beneath the mud and the playfulness, but if he had to punish Bastian for disobedience rather than play with the mud, he would.

“You look tired.” Bastian started unbuttoning his orange working shirt, staying out of arms reach.

“It was a long day. It’s been a long week.” He purred as Bastian’s fine skin slowly became visible. He was glad Bastian had chosen to stay.

“It has, but it’s over, and you have free days.” He received a smile, filled with quiet warmth. “I have cleared my schedule for you.”

“Excellent. We can play. Did that new flogger come in?” He almost relented on the mud-hug, but Bastian’s pale skin was clean and smooth and just begged to be dirtied. And then they could shower together.

“There were some packages in the delivery, but I didn’t look through them.” Bastian smiled at him, cheeks pinking. “I got lost in making the little chairs for the McManis order.”

“We shall have to go through them together later,” he murmured, holding his arms out. “Now quit stalling and come greet me properly.”

“I must love you.” Bastian came toward him, hands landing on his chest to squish through the mud.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Bastian and rubbing them together. “You don’t want to be slick for me, Precious?”

Bastian laughed, nose wrinkled, head held back and away. “You’re slimy, not slick, Augie.”

“Maybe we’re just not rolling around enough.”

He heeled off his boots and grabbed Bastian’s ass, lifting the long body up off the floor and walking them toward the bathroom. “Now give me a proper kiss.”

Bastian leaned in carefully, lips soft and warm against his own, tongue sliding in to taste him. He purred, sucking on Bastian’s tongue.

Once they were in the bright, blue-toned bathroom, he set Bastian back down, hands sliding up along Bastian’s spine and rolling the long body against him to spread the mud. He got a little squeak, Bastian laughing and moaning all at once.

It was only a matter of shifting and walking sideways and then they were both in the shower stall where he could push Bastian up against the wall and rub some more. Then he stepped back, grinning. “Look at you. All muddy and messy.”

“I wonder how in the stars
that
happened...” Oh, the little smartass, eyes laughing, shining.

He turned Bastian, to swat that pert ass, and then started to laugh. There on his Precious’ ass were two perfect hand prints.

Bastian tossed his head, reaching to turn the water on them, the spray hot and strong. Gus pouted, watching as his hand prints were washed away by the water. Then he stood directly in the spray himself, letting the water clean the mud from his skin and his clothes. Now he felt icky. Wet down to his socks, his thick work leggings and shirt heavy.

Bastian started stripping him, getting him down to skin, getting him clean.

“You see? All clean now,” he murmured, wiping the last bit of mud from Bastian’s cheek. His fingers lingered and pushed back to Bastian’s ear, tracing the fine vine inked there. Bastian’s eyes closed, a soft happy sound slipping through the splash of the water.

The noise went right to his cock, making it begin to grow. He purred again and drew Bastian to him. Bastian smiled up at him, tongue sliding on his bottom lip.

He purred softly. “I have been dreaming of your mouth all day, Precious.”

“All day?” Bastian pressed closer, rubbing against him.

“Yes. From the moment I left you sleeping, curled up in our bed.” His hands slid to Bastian’s ass, cupping the round cheeks.

“I love you, Augie.” Bastian pushed back into his hands, lips parted. From the first day he’d found Bastian, that mouth had fascinated him.

“Love you, Bastian.” His cock firmed further, sliding along Bastian’s thigh as he imagined Bastian on his knees, mouth open around his cock.

Bastian started licking and kissing his shoulders and chest, moaning low, hands exploring. He slid his hands through Bastian’s hair, thumb and forefinger again finding the small vine tattooed on one delicate ear. There were tiny dangling leaf earrings there, tickling his fingers, teasing him.

“So pretty, all decorated for me,” he murmured, fingers caressing, hips rubbing his cock against Bastian’s belly.

“Mmmm... going to get my nipples done for you one day.”

“Oh, yes. I would like that. I would like to watch you get them done. I have seen chains. One was all vines, very delicate, and it made me think of you. To string from one to the other.” He touched one of Bastian’s nipples and then slid his hand over to touch the other, taking it between his fingers and squeezing.

Those lips parted further, Bastian gasping, cock leaping against his inner thigh. “Gus...”

“Hedonist,” he accused fondly. He didn’t mean it as an insult, but he did like to tease his precious lover.

“Beast.” He got a grin, a wink.

He chuckled. “I am. A terrible beast who gets you muddy and dirty, and threatens to chain you.” He squeezed Bastian’s ass.

“Uh-huh. Who fucks me and beats me and makes me scream.” Funny, those didn’t sound like complaints.

“That would be me.” He nodded and growled a little, hands squeezing harder, hard enough to leave bruises on Bastian’s skin.

Those dove-grey eyes blinked up at him, the rings around the outside almost black. “Yeah. You...”

“Me.” He grumbled and nodded, hands moving slowly up along Bastian’s sides. The water was warm and good as it continued to hit him, sliding on his skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat and silk of Bastian’s skin beneath his fingers.

“I want you, Precious. I need.” His cock throbbed against Bastian’s belly in silent, unmistakable agreement.

Bastian nodded, slowly sliding down his body, lips open wide, begging for him. He moaned, the sound torn from him. He wrapped one hand in Bastian’s hair and tilted his head slightly before pushing his cock right in. If there was a heaven, an afterlife, it would be Bastian’s mouth, wrapped around his cock and sucking hard.

He gazed down into his lover’s eyes, watched as his cock disappeared into that heat again and again, his hips rolling. “Good, Bastian. So good.”

Bastian hummed, throat working, hands sliding up along his belly.

He growled, muscles in his abdomen rippling under Bastian’s touch. “Magic,” he whispered, hips moving faster, harder, taking Bastian’s mouth. The pale lips went a sweet, ruby red as the pressure increased.

His hand tightened in Bastian’s hair, holding Bastian’s head still as his hips started to drive his cock deep into the hot mouth. His other hand brushed along Bastian’s hollowed cheek, thumb sliding over Bastian’s eyebrow. Bastian took him, all of him, throat open and tight for him all at once.

He just let go, let his hips snap and rock, let the pleasure barrel down over him like a steamroller. Within moments he was roaring, pouring his pleasure into Bastian’s mouth. His precious lover didn’t lose a drop, just pulled and sucked and drank him right down.

He stroked Bastian’s head, his face, purring, pleasure making him loose. “Perfect.”

“Yours.” Bastian licked and nuzzled the tip of his prick.

“Oh, yes. Mine. My Bastian. Precious.” He went to his own knees, wrapping his lips around Bastian’s shoulder and pulling up a mark.

Bastian moaned, shivering for him, pressing close, rubbing that long, hard cock against him. He loved Bastian’s need, loved holding it in his hand. He pumped with long, slow strokes as he made the mark darker.

“Your hands...” Bastian groaned, pushing them, driving into his hand.

He squeezed. Bastian loved his hands almost as much as he loved Bastian’s mouth.

“You won’t come just yet, Bastian. I wish to bind you in leather and share a meal with your need flavoring each bite.”

“Beast...” Bastian groaned, face lifting toward him.

“Your Beast, sweet love.”

He gave Bastian a kiss, lips sliding together, tongue pushing into the heat of Bastian’s mouth. Bastian’s fingers tangled in his hair, lips pulling on his tongue, hips rocking faster.

He growled softly, fingers slowing, loosening his hold. “Greedy, Precious.”

“For you. Always.” Bastian moaned low, head rolling. “Always.”

“My love.”

He stood and drew Bastian up with him. “Leather to bind you, Precious.”

Bastian nodded, lips hungry and hot against his skin as they dried off. He led the way to their playroom, going through one of the drawers, searching for just the right bindings. Ah, there, the black half-inch leather would look beautiful on Bastian’s cock.

Bastian wandered, hand idly rubbing against the soft fur throw, against the smooth metal of the chains. So sensuous; his lover was a delight.

Gus purred and brought the leather over. “Lie down and I will bind you, lover.”

Another of those deciding looks, this one quick, unconscious, then Bastian smiled and stretched out on the mattress. He chuckled. It was time to play hard if Bastian had to think about things.

He knelt next to his lover, took a kiss, and then pumped Bastian’s prick, made sure it was still good and hard. Bastian arched up, hips pumping, body demanding more, needing more.

Gus slid the leather around the base of Bastian’s cock and began to criss-cross it around the silken heat.

“Love... So tight.”

“Yes, that’s the point.” He grinned at Bastian, sliding two fingers across the tip of that bound cock and bringing them to his mouth. “Mmmm. You taste magnificent.”

“So mean to me.” The words were teasing, playful, Bastian pushing him.

He laughed, and turned Bastian slightly, slapping his ass. Bastian wriggled, scooting away from the touch, ass cheek pinking, just a little.

“Stay still,” he growled, slapping a little harder this time.

That tight little ass tensed, but Bastian didn’t move. Much.

Gus purred softly, fingers sliding over the red cheek. “You have forgotten how to behave, Precious, forgotten who is Master here.”

The pale, fine skin blushed pale pink, and he watched as Bastian decided whether to argue, to fight, or to submit. He rubbed his fingers along where he’d slapped, pushing hard enough to hurt, demanding a response of one kind or another.

“I haven’t forgotten you.”

“No?” He let his nails scrape Bastian’s skin.

“No. Never forget you, even when we’re busy and tired.” Bastian shivered, pushed into the touch and then pulled away.

He hummed and bent to place a kiss on the pink skin. “Good. Still, I think you need to feel my hands on you.”

He got a nod, the dark hair hiding fiery red cheeks.

“Turn over onto your stomach,” he ordered, reaching for a pillow to place under Bastian’s hips.

Bastian turned, face hidden in his arms and hair.

Gus slid his fingers through the long hair and then began to braid it, pulling it off Bastian’s face. “You will not hide from me.”

“I...” So addictive, that voice, that tremor.

“You will not.” He wanted every part of Bastian, every doubt, every need, the fight, the submission, all of it. It was his.

He turned Bastian’s neck so that Bastian looked out at him.

“Gus...” Yeah. That was it. Show it all. Gus knew how badly Bastian needed him.

“Yes, Bastian. I know.” He stroked one eyebrow, the curve of Bastian’s ear, the line of his jaw.

Bastian relaxed at his touch, eyes closing. “Love.”

“Yes, Precious. This is all about love.” He slid his hands down along Bastian’s spine. Bastian purred, muscles rippling for him. “Yes. Yes, my Precious.”

Gus slid his hands as far as Bastian’s ass and rubbed it, considering where he would hit first.

“Yours.” Bastian’s thighs parted, hips rocking nice and slow.

“Yes, mine.”

He slapped the top of Bastian’s thighs, the blow sharp, making his hand sting. Bastian gasped, legs twisting away.

“Do I need to bind more than just your cock, Precious?”

“I... No. No. It’s just... It’s hard to be still.”

“I know. That is part of the exercise, no? Bending your body to my will.”

He slapped again, on the left ass cheek, watching his handprint come up.

Bastian groaned, muscles going tense, tight. “Your will.”

“My will. My Sebastian. Mine.”

He growled and hit twice more, reddening Bastian’s ass. Those long hands slid on the sheets, moving restlessly, randomly, fighting the urge to reach back. He hit again and then again, watching his handprints get darker. His cock began to throb with each hit, Bastian’s skin beautiful.