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Adam never looked back.

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By the time they got to Matt’s, Adam’s level of need had faded enough that he wasn’t mad with it, wasn’t desperate. Of course, the looks Matt kept shooting him promised that they’d get there again. And probably soon.

He’d never let himself do this -- be open and eager, let himself lose control. It was heady. Arousing. Scary.

Matt let him in, tugging him close as soon as the door was closed.

“Master.” He lifted his face for a kiss.

Matt’s lips closed over his, the kiss eager, full of need.

Yes. Yes. He groaned, lips parting, opening. Matt’s tongue pressed in, his Master’s hands sliding on his skin, pushing at his pants. His hips rolled, body fucking the air restlessly.

“I love how hard you need me.”

“I do.” He’d never needed any single man so much.

Matt’s hands slid his pants down, his bound prick springing free, so hard. Groaning, Matt reached for him. The ring kept him from shooting at the mere touch, and his ass clenching around the heavy, thick plug. Matt made a soft sound, fingers exploring him.

“Please. Please, Master.” He needed Matt to control him, to touch him, make him fly and feel and need.

“It’s my turn now. My turn to touch, to feel, to know you.”

Oh, God. Please. “Yes, Master.”

Matt’s fingers were everywhere, exploring him all over. His skin was alight, his muscles jerking and rippling. “I could touch you forever.”

“Please.” Forever worked for him.

Matt’s mouth covered his, swallowing his next plea. It was more than he could do, to not work the plug, cry out into Matt’s lips. One of Matt’s hands found his ass, fingers playing with the base of the plug. He rocked and whimpered, pushed his sounds of hunger into Matt’s mouth. No one made him need like his Master.

“You look amazing like this, so needy. For me.”

Matt tugged the plug partway out and then pushed it in again, giving it a little twist just before seating it back inside him. Adam groaned, the stretch a sweet burn inside him. “I love those sounds. I love that I’m the reason you’re making them.” Matt pressed another kiss on him, even as he kept playing with plug.

He went up on tiptoe, ass sliding on the wood of the door. Matt pushed hard on the plug.

“Master!” Electricity slammed through him.

“Right here, lovely. Right here.”

He was spinning wildly, and he took a deep, cleansing breath, trying to center himself. Before he could, though, Matt worked the plug out and back in again, banging firmly against his gland and lighting his entire body up. He groaned, hands on Matt’s shoulders to hold on. He needed to breathe. Needed to.

“You owe me a punishment, Adam.” Matt’s eyes shone with heat, with desire. “For coming without permission. Whatever shall I choose? I could always give you another spanking.” Matt’s hand landed hard on his ass.

He groaned softly, the sting sweet. “Anything.”

“Yes. Anything that
I
choose. And I’m going to mark you. Two hits with a riding crop across your nipples.”

The needy growl, the wicked promise, was so different from anything Matt had done before, so perfect.

“But first I need to come. So badly. You make my cock hard and my balls ache.” Matt squeezed his ass and pulled him up tight against the clothed body. He could feel the hard heat of Matt’s need, even through the layer of clothes still hiding Matt’s body away from him.

“Master. Use me.” Mouth, hands, ass. He was easy. He just wanted Matt’s spunk, that fine cock.

“I want your mouth.” Matt let go of his ass and held his gaze as the strong hands landed on his shoulders and pushed.

He knelt easily, eagerly, tugging open Matt’s jeans. Then his lips dropped over Matt’s prick, pulling feverishly. Matt pushed the thick cock deep enough that the open zipper rubbed against his cheeks. Adam cried out, sucking like his life depending on it, like his world was spinning.

Groaning, Matt pulled partway out, then slipped deep again. His hands wrapped around Matt’s hips as he swallowed. His Master found a rhythm, sliding into his mouth, pushing into his throat again and again. Adam’s cock was full, heavy, aching between his thighs. The plug inside him seemed to throb with his pulse. So did the cock in his mouth, Matt’s heart beating as quickly as his own.

He slurped, jaw open and aching, body hungry and wanton. Matt’s hands slid into his hair, tugged his head back a little, the thick cock pushing deeper into his throat. He let himself open up, let Matt in to the root.

“Adam!” Matt shouted, fucking his mouth hard.

Yes. Yes, Master. Love. Please
.

“Gonna. Oh, fuck!” Matt came, spunk pouring down Adam’s throat.

He swallowed, filling himself up with the salty come. Matt’s hands slid through his hair, the harsh pants sounding loud in the quiet apartment. Adam reached up, hands sliding over Matt’s body. Matt grabbed one of Adam’s hands and brought it to his mouth, kissing the palm. Then those strong fingers wrapped around it, holding his arms up.

“Up,” murmured Matt, tugging gently and keeping his arms up over his head as he used his core strength to stand.

Matt stretched him tall, pulling him.

“Stay just like that.” Matt held his gaze, slowly letting his wrists go.

He kept his arms up, the muscles straining.

“I’m going to get the crop for your punishment.”

“Yes, Master.” He curled his fingers into fists, his nipples going rock hard.

Matt disappeared, leaving him standing against the door. His muscles started to shake after a minute, and he closed his eyes.

“Mmm. Look at you. You make me very proud.”

Matt’s words were followed by two sharp, sudden hits across his nipples. His muscles convulsed, jerked, but his arms stayed up.

“So good. So strong.” Matt’s hands slid around his wrists again, taking on the task of holding up his arms. Adam let his arms relax, sucking in one deep breath after another. “You make me so proud.”

Adam opened his eyes, lips trembling. “Master.” God, his chest burned.

“Yes. Your Master.”

Matt brought his arms down and let go of his wrists. Then his Master bent slightly, picking him up, one arm beneath his knees, the other his shoulders.

“Oh...” He reached up, held on.

“How’s that plug?”

“Heavy.”

“Good. That’s holding you open for me.”

He nodded, asshole squeezing around the base.

Matt carried him into the bedroom and laid him out on the bed. “You look perfect there.”

God, Matt made him feel beautiful.

Reaching out, Matt grabbed his cock. “You want to come, lovely?”

“I want to please you. Need to.” It was what he was made for.

Groaning, Matt leaned down and took the head of his cock in, sucking and licking around the tip.

“Master!” He arched, head banging against the bed.

Matt’s tongue teased his slit, pushing gently at it, swiping across the whole thing. He groaned, arched, then settled at the touch of Matt’s fingers on his belly. Matt grunted, the sound vibrating around his prick.

“Yes. Yes, Master.”

One hand slid behind him, fingers pushing at the plug that filled him.

“Oh. Oh.” He wasn’t sure if Matt wanted him to come.

Matt unsnapped the cockring and his teeth scraped across Adam’s cockhead. He shot hard, bones rattling, lost in sensation. Matt swallowed him down, tongue lapping at his cock, cleaning him.

“Master. Master. Yours. I’m yours.”

Matt pulled off, licking his lips. “I know you are, lovely.”

He nodded, heart beating fast. Matt slid up the bed and tugged him over to lie with his head on Matt’s shoulder, the plug still heavy and good in his ass. Adam curled in, cuddled.

“Love you,” Matt whispered, the sound sweet and solid in his ear.

“Love.” He nodded, happy, settled, and right where he wanted to be.

Chapter Ten

At some point during their time together, Matt realized that it was crazy to try and make sure that what he did with Adam was different than what the man’s clients did. Adam subbed for many different masters and, really, anything he and Adam did together would be different simply because it was the two of them.

So when Adam came back from yoga this morning, he would be ready.

He grabbed a couple of towels and set them over the back of his couch -- it was the perfect height to have Adam lean over. He could use the flogger on Adam’s back, ass and thighs, and then fuck him until they both screamed. He set out the condoms, the lube, and the flogger, and made sure there was a soft blanket for cuddling under once they were done.

Adam hadn’t gone home to check his phone once in the last two days, had been totally focused on him, on them together. It was wonderful, and it made him feel a lot better, a lot more confident, about his place as Adam’s Master. He was becoming more comfortable with Adam’s eating needs as well, and he had silver dollar-sized whole wheat pancakes and maple syrup waiting for a light breakfast before they played.

Adam came in, whistling softly, lovely and loose-limbed. Matt hummed happily, opening his arms for his lover as Adam came in.

“Good morning.” Adam came to him easily.

He pressed their lips together and lingered in the kiss. Adam tasted like heaven to him, like the best of everything.

“There’s breakfast,” he murmured, lips still mostly glued to Adam’s.

“Mmm. You?” Little flirt.

His prick reacted eagerly, though, lifting in his jeans, pushing at the zipper. “I suppose I could be dessert.”

Adam went to his knees, the move graceful and easy, fingers already baring him.

Matt groaned. “Lovely...” He’d meant for Adam to eat the pancakes first, but how could he deny what they both wanted so badly?

Adam’s lips wrapped around his cock, the touch soft, gentle. Matt closed his eyes, moaning softly. That sweet touch wrapped around him, the suction sure, strong, hungry.

“I’ll never tire of your mouth.” It was always magic, always sent him barreling along to his orgasm.

Adam’s little moan felt amazing around his cock. He slid his hands around Adam’s skull, holding his lover’s head in his hands. Those pale eyes looked up to him, so turned on, so pleased.

“So good, Adam. You make me feel so good.”

Adam swallowed around his prick, throat working the tip.

“Fuck. Gonna.” It was always so quick.

Adam nodded, head bobbing over his prick. He pushed deep, coming with a jerk. His lovely one sucked him dry, throat working around him. He went weak in his knees, his hands sliding to pet Adam’s head. Adam smiled up at him, tongue cleaning his cock.

He smiled back, took a deep breath. “You’re far too good at that.”

“You enjoy it.”

“I love it. I love you.”

Adam’s smile was brilliant. “Ditto.”

He reached down and tugged Adam up. “Come on. There’s whole wheat pancakes.”

“Mmm. I love pancakes.”

“I know. That’s why I made them for you.” He led Adam to the table, sat his lover down.

Adam beamed at him, drank the coffee happily. They were soon munching away at the pancakes, butter and syrup dripping from his, a far lesser portion of those on Adam’s. Adam ate three-quarters of his plate, humming over each bite. It was good to see his lover eating, to not hear excuses for why he shouldn’t.

“I have a scene planned,” Matt murmured when Adam began to clear the table.

“For us?”

“Yes. For us.”

“Oh.” The dishes rattled in Adam’s hands.

He took them from Adam, smiled. “For you and for me.”

“Sorry. I just. We never have.”

“I know.” There had been sex, some light play, and some punishments, but never a real, planned-in-advance scene. “I think it’s about time we had one that belonged to us, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I would like that.”

“Good. Let’s leave the washing up for later.” He put the plates down and took Adam’s hand, led his lover to the living room.

Adam looked over at his set up, nodded. “Do you want me to bathe first?”

“No. I like the smell of you au naturel. Even with a little sweat on top. Pure Adam is heady.”

Adam’s cheeks flared. Oh, now, that was indeed lovely.

“Undress yourself and then me.” He smiled, touched Adam’s hot cheek. “If you happen to stop for kisses and touches, that would be a good thing.” This wasn’t going to be like one of Adam’s working scenes.

“Yes, Master.” Adam turned, kissed his palm, then slipped his sandals off, the loose pants.

Matt leaned back against the wall, enjoying the show. He loved watching the lean body slowly appear. The shirt went next, then Adam came to him, lips on his jaw as his shirt was unbuttoned. He tilted his head back with a groan, enjoying each of Adam’s touches, both with hands and lips. Adam worshipped him, from his lips to his ankles, fingers and lips adoring him.

By the time they were both naked, his cock was hard and leaving soft, wet kisses on his belly. Adam’s lips wrapped around the tip, the suction unbearably light. His balls ached, his cock going even harder. No one would ever have guessed that he’d just come a short time ago. Adam made him need so badly.

That hot tongue slid through the slit, gathering up his flavor, loving on him.

He groaned, hand running through Adam’s hair. “Okay, lovely. Enough.”

One last kiss was pressed to his cock.

“You may look at the flogger if you want to. Otherwise, I want you bent over the couch.”

Adam nodded, moving to bend over the sofa, trusting him.

Matt groaned, letting Adam know how aroused he was by the sight of that pale, naked ass. The marks -- other men’s marks -- were gone for the moment, leaving Adam a bare canvas for him. Moving in, he rubbed Adam’s ass, slid his fingers along the hot crack. Adam relaxed more deeply over the sofa back, letting him in.

He played with the sweet little hole for a moment, teasing, stroking the wrinkled skin and pushing the very tip of his finger in. Adam didn’t respond, really, just moaned and rocked. He rubbed his cock along Adam’s ass, his hands moving to knead his lover’s shoulders. Adam groaned, stretched, moved for him.

Staying right there, snugged up against Adam’s ass, he leaned a bit and grabbed the flogger, the leather firm in his hands.

“Do you want me silent, Master?”

“God, no. I want to hear every sound. I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”

“You’re letting me be who I am.”

He tilted his head and then nodded. “Yes. That’s who I want here with me. You.”

“Yes.” Adam hummed softly, the sound incredibly pleased.

He stroked Adam’s spine, and then left a kiss at the base of Adam’s neck “I’m going to start now.”

“Yes, Master. I love you.”

He stopped a moment, his hand in the middle of Adam’s back. “Thank you.” Then he stepped back and let the flogger fly.

Adam hummed, stretching under the blow. It was beautiful watching Adam take the hit. The sweet skin pinked for him, and he hit again. He laid the blows down, criss-crossing the hits to leave a pattern. Adam began to move, hips rolling in a lazy circle.

“Mmm. Nice.” He let the next hit land on Adam’s ass.

Adam’s ass muscles clenched. He groaned and hit the other cheek. Adam’s ass started to pink for him. He moaned again. His sub was so lovely, sexy. He hit the pale flesh again.

“Mmm. So good. Thank you, Master.”

“Trust me, it’s my pleasure.”

Adam groaned and moaned, arching for him. He colored the sweet ass, and then began to leave more patterns across Adam’s back. He could see Adam begin to move, begin to rock with it. Feel it. He found a rhythm, giving his lover something to work with. Soft moans filled the air, Adam’s hips bucking slowly and carefully. It was like a dance, beautiful and strange and theirs.

Adam could take and take, more than any other sub he knew. He moved the hits down to the backs of Adam’s thighs, the skin growing pinker and pinker. It was stunning. Adam was stunning.

The groans faded, Adam trying to catch his breath, center. Matt sent the flogger thudding across Adam’s ass again; he didn’t want Adam’s control, he wanted Adam to fly. Adam’s toes curled, the man fighting him. He grabbed the lube with one hand, trying not to interrupt his rhythm as he worked it open, slicked up the fingers of his left hand. Adam’s skin was turning a deep, rich red.

Without warning, he stopped flogging Adam and pushed two fingers into the tight little hole.

“Master!” Adam’s head came up, hands slamming on the couch cushions.

He pressed his fingers deeper, pushing against Adam’s gland.

Adam grunted. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, Master. I never. Oh, God...”

He kept fucking Adam with his fingers, reveling in the sounds.

“Harder. Please. More.”

He used the flogger to smack Adam’s ass, and then pushed in another finger, making it three.

“Thank you!” Adam’s head tossed, asshole gripping his fingers.

“Love you.” He threw down the flogger and grabbed a condom, tearing the wrapper open with his teeth and then putting it on one-handed. In no time at all he was yanking his fingers out and driving his cock home.

Hot and tight -- that sweet ass gripped him, held him in deep.

“Yes. Oh, fuck, Adam.” Groaning, he grabbed hold of Adam’s hips and used them as leverage as he pounded into the fine ass over and over.

Adam nodded, letting him in. He leaned down, whispered low. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Adam’s response was a soft whimper. It made his balls ache, his whole body on fire, loving Adam.

He found Adam’s gland, pegged it hard. The response he got made him shout and stay right there, pegging it again.

“I’ll shoot!”

He smacked Adam’s ass. “Not yet!” He wasn’t ready yet.

“Oh, fuck!” Adam jerked, feet shifting on the floor.

“Yes. Yes, so good.” He slowed his thrusts, making Adam feel each one. His fingers dug into Adam’s ass as he pulled the man onto his cock.

“Master...” Adam stood, taking him to the root.

“Adam!” He cried out, thrusting several more times, hitting hard.

Adam groaned, “Please. Please. I.”

“Just a moment more. Hang on for me.” He didn’t want this to stop, to end.

“For you.”

“Yes. For me.” He slammed in a few more times and then nodded, close enough that Adam’s coming should be good to drag him over the edge. “Okay. Okay, lovely. Now.” He reached for Adam’s cock, finding it and squeezing.

Heat sprayed over his fingers, Adam’s hole convulsing around his prick.

“Yes!” He cried out, body jerking as he filled the condom.

Adam slumped forward, groaning, body working his cock. He leaned over Adam, pressing breathless kisses on his lovely’s shoulders. Sweet, lovely man.

Groaning, he pulled out, his hands staying on Adam’s body. The skin was warm, bruised, marked with his blows.

“Love you,” he whispered, kissing his way along Adam’s spine.

“Love. Master.”

He got rid of the condom and helped Adam up, drawing his lovely over to sit on the couch with him. The long spine was covered in welts, Adam resting hard against him. He leaned against the pillowed arm and drew Adam between his legs. Pressing kisses over Adam’s face, he moaned softly, enjoying the moment. Adam was right there, lips clinging to his.

He ran his hands up and down Adam’s back, enjoying the welts, the heat of them, the feel of them. He loved knowing that he’d done that, these were his marks. Every time Adam shivered, Matt knew it was for him.

This had been a good idea. Long overdue, maybe, but it was theirs now. All theirs.

Adam’s cheek rested on his shoulder, heavy and solid. It was perfect, and he held on to it.