On This Day (3 page)

Needing to say something, anything, to relieve Tayton’s embarrassment, Denny said the first thing that came into his head. “May I know what you would have chosen to do tonight if you didn’t come home to a celebration, sir?”

While one of Tayton’s hands remained in Denny’s hair, the other moved to his face. His thumb traced a line across Denny’s bottom lip. Suddenly, all of Tayton’s attention was on Denny’s mouth.

No words were necessary then. Denny knew what Tayton wanted. He smiled slightly. “May I help you…relax, sir?” he asked again.

Tayton’s chuckle gave Denny the confidence to smile more widely. He leaned forward, barely keeping back a groan as the plug moved inside him as a result.

Tayton made no objection as Denny nuzzled against his crotch. Reaching out to Tayton with his tongue, Denny lapped gently at the hard shaft, rubbing his face against the other man’s skin in the process.

Apparently, Denny hadn’t tried his master’s patience as far as he’d thought. Tayton separated them for a moment, but only to settle himself more comfortably on the bed with his head and shoulders propped up by several pillows. He obviously intended to enjoy a leisurely blowjob rather than merely come as fast as he could.

Denny swiftly joined his lover on the bed and knelt between the other man’s knees. Dipping his head, he suckled gently around the very tip of Tayton’s cock, in just the way he knew the other man loved.

Just as he hoped, Tayton’s hand moved to tangle into his hair once more and guide his movements, letting him be sure everything he did would please his lover as much as possible.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Tayton murmured to him. “Just like that.”

Even after all this time, Tayton had never stopped teaching him, encouraging him to get better at everything he did. He never stopped telling him when he did something that pleased him, either. And Denny had never loved him more for that, than he did in those particular moments.

Tayton’s words built into a slow steady stream of praise as Denny took him deep into his throat and worked the muscles that lined the tight channel around Tayton’s erection, just the way he’d been trained.

Denny knew Tayton’s cock as well as he knew his own. He knew how to take him to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment and draw out his lover’s pleasure a little further.

Denny’s jaw began to ache. His tongue grew sore. Bending over made it ever more difficult to ignore the plug inside him. But he still didn’t do anything that risked getting his master off. Staring up Tayton’s body, he merely drank in the sight of his lover, until Tayton suddenly motioned for him to stop.

Pulling back, Denny ran his fingertips over his lips, unsure what could have possibly gone wrong.

Tayton held out a hand to him. “Come here.”

Denny put his hand in Tayton’s. Just a few seconds later, he found himself straddling the other man’s body. Tayton took the top off the bottle of massage oil that was still in Denny’s hand and guided him to pour a little over his master’s cock.

Denny relaxed slightly as he watched Tayton spread the thick slippery liquid over the hard length. It wasn’t the end of the game, just half-time. And Tayton wanted to change ends for the second half. Denny couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

“Plug,” Tayton prompted.

Lifting himself off Tayton’s thighs, Denny reached behind himself with his free hand and extracted the plug. He’d barely set it aside before Tayton guided him to lower himself down and slide onto his master’s erection.

Denny gasped. The plugs weren’t even close to the size of Tayton’s cock. Being relaxed enough to keep the shaped plastic inside him wasn’t the same as being opened enough for his lover’s erection. He stilled, eyes closed, head bowed as he waited for his body to adjust and accept the new, larger intrusion.

“That’s right, pet.” Tayton’s hands rested on either side of Denny’s waist, the heat from his palms soaking into Denny’s skin. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Denny nodded. He was vaguely aware of the bottle of massage oil, still in his hand, but he didn’t have the coordination to reach out and set it on the bedside table.

Moments stretched out into minutes. Eventually, the way Tayton’s hands rested on Denny’s sides changed. Fingertips pressed more firmly against him, nudging him into movement.

Slowly at first, Denny began to raise and lower himself. Tensing his thighs, he lifted his body, letting Tayton’s well-slicked cock slide from his hole. Before the head could leave him, Denny descended again. As the muscles in his legs set to work, so did those inside Denny. He clenched and relaxed the tight ring of muscle at the base of his hole around Tayton’s cock again and again, determined to give his master as much pleasure as he could.

Each time he moved, the head of Tayton’s cock seemed to pound against Denny’s prostate. He whimpered in frustration, knowing he still wasn’t allowed to come. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on his skin, more from need than from exertion.

Blinking open his eyes, he stared down at Tayton, trying to work out how close his master was and what chance he had of lasting long enough to make the other man come. Just as Denny managed to focus on him, Tayton tossed back his head. He bucked, his hips leaving the bed as he thrust deep inside him.

The hands resting on Denny’s hips tightened their grip. Tayton let out a yell as he came. Denny stared down at him, barely keeping his balance on top of the other man as Tayton thrust through his orgasm.

When Tayton slumped back on the bed, his body completely still except for the way his chest rose and fell in time with his ragged breaths, Denny continued to stare down at him. While Tayton remained motionless, Denny willingly followed his lead and maintained his position, his master’s cock slowly softening inside him.

He didn’t pull away and lift himself off Tayton’s lap until prompted to do so.

Sitting gingerly on the bed next to the other man, Denny peered down at the bottle of massage oil still in his hand through a haze of frustration. It seemed pretty pointless now.

“I think I’m as relaxed as any man can get,” Tayton agreed, taking the bottle from him and placing it on the bedside table. “Maybe I’m even so relaxed that, if you’re very good and lie quietly here with me for a little while, I’ll be inclined to tell you about the day I fell in love with you too…”

Denny looked up at Tayton, eyes wide open with awe. It had never even occurred to him that his master might actually…

Tayton raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think that’s something that should be celebrated, too?”

“Yes, sir!” Denny rushed out.

Tayton’s smile turned just slightly evil. “In that case, if you’re very good between now and the anniversary of that day, I’ll let you come as part of the celebrations for it.”

The air lodged in Denny’s throat. It had already been ages since he’d been allowed an orgasm. The idea of being kept frustrated for months longer made part of him want to sob, even while the rest of him continued to rejoice at his love being returned.

“Don’t worry, pet,” Tayton whispered to him as he guided Denny to lie down alongside him, within the circle of his embrace. “You won’t have to wait very long at all. I wasn’t nearly as oblivious to you as you seem to think.”

A pleased little blush stole its way to Denny’s cheeks as he laid his head on Tayton’s shoulder and snuggled even more comfortably into the larger man’s side, feeling safer and more loved than he’d ever thought possible. “Yes, sir.”

About the Author

26 years old, from Wales, UK, Kim writes about kink, love and happy endings. If a story doesn’t have those three things, it's not going to be written—at least not by this writer!

Apart from that, Kim likes to write a little bit of everything. So far that list includes Male/Male, Male/Female, a few different varies of ménage, shifters, vampires, fairytales, time-travel and ghosts. It’s anyone’s guess what will come next…

A firm believer that there is no “One True Way” for people to kink, Kim likes to let the characters in each book pick their own ways to dominate and submit to each other. As long as they stay safe, sane and consensual—Kim’s happy to let them live their lifestyle 24/7, or just open the toy box on weekends—whatever’s right for them.

Published since 2008, Kim also writes BDSM erotic romances for Total-e-bound.

Kim loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.kimdare.com.

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