by Sean Michael
He found Sawyer’s mouth, kissing his thanks before collapsing onto the bed, part of his weight on this amazing man.
“Wow.” Benny grinned at him, looking mischievous as hell.
“Uh-huh.” He didn’t have words, but he couldn’t disagree. He put a kiss on Sawyer’s cheek.
“Damn, you two were on fire.” Luke’s chuckle was husky, teasing.
He rubbed cheeks with Sawyer. “Yeah. Yeah, burning up. You good, babe?”
“Mmm. Full.”
Yeah, he imagined so. That was a hell of a plug. Sawyer sounded pretty damn blissed-out, though.
“You two want a nap, I bet,” Luke noted.
Derek smiled against Sawyer’s skin. “A snuggle at least. Sawyer’s a champion snuggler.” He loved that about Sawyer.
“I want you, Luke.” Benny eased over Sawyer, shoving him a little bit.
Derek wriggled himself and Sawyer to the side of the bed to give Luke and Benny more room to get their groove on. “You wanna watch?” he asked Sawyer. “They’re super hot together.”
“Long as I can stay right here.”
“That’s the plan.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Sawyer, and Sawyer snuggled in, plugged butt pressing into the curve of his hips.
It was hot and cozy and just about perfect. Eyes half-closed, he watched Luke love on Benny.
Chapter Seven
SAWYER CLEANED the kitchen and got to work once the guys left. He made himself stop thinking and wondering and worrying, and he just wrote.
A set of four coffee mugs in a horrible lovely shade of bilious neon green peridot with delicate handles that are guaranteed to snap right off make your morning cup of coffee taste less like ass a joy.
Man, he wasn’t in the mood for this.
He sighed and went back to worrying about whether he’d just utterly fucked up by getting involved with all of his neighbors.
There was a knock on the door, a sharp rat-a-tat. “Sawyer? It’s me,” Derek called out.
“Come on in.” He was going to stay at his desk and at least pretend to be working.
Derek entered, looking sexy, hot, and easy in his skin. He gave Sawyer a brilliant smile. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey, you. How’s your day going?” I’m restless, plugged, and stressed-out.
“I missed you. I know it’s only been a day, but you were all I could think of at work. I didn’t get anything done.” Derek didn’t look particularly upset about that as he came over.
“You didn’t taste anything good?”
“Nothing as good as you.” Derek bent and licked his cheek before closing their mouths together in a kiss.
Derek tasted like heaven, male and right and rich. Their tongues played together, and he was as loath to end the kiss as Derek seemed to be.
He wasn’t sure what the dynamic was among all of them, but he knew that Derek fascinated him.
Derek finally parted their lips and rested their foreheads together. “Mmm. Definitely the best thing I’ve tasted all day. So what have you been up to?”
“Trying to work. I just find myself sort of bleh about it.”
“Hard to write soppy greeting cards if you’re feeling bleh, huh?” Derek kissed his nose. “I have an idea or two on how to make you feel less bleh.”
“Catalog copy today, but yeah. And also, yeah?”
Derek waggled his eyebrow. “Oh yeah.” The word was drawn out, sexy. Then Derek grinned and wagged his eyebrows in an entirely different way. “You wanna play No Oxygen Included?”
“No Oxygen what?” He grinned. He’d do whatever. Maybe it would clear his head.
“It’s a new game. It’s called No Oxygen Included. Come on over and I’ll show you. And then we’ll make each other feel amazing.”
“Okay. Sure. I like to play games.”
“I know.” Derek took his hand and twined their fingers together, leading him across the hall to his own apartment. “I like playing with you.”
“I like you.” That was even better.
“Oh yeah, ditto.” Derek nodded enthusiastically, then let him in, closed the door, and backed him up against it. Closing the distance between them, Derek kissed him again.
He opened up and let Derek in, let Derek have him. Moaning, Derek pushed against him, pressing his back tight against the door as the kiss deepened. This wasn’t playing video games….
He chuckled into Derek’s lips, stretching up tall.
Derek grabbed his hips and slowly slid his hands up along Sawyer’s sides, pushing his shirt up. Skin on skin, it was delicious.
“Hungry, hmm?” Sawyer’s nipples drew up like they were trying to attract Derek.
“Uh-huh. I tried to be good.” Derek tongue-fucked his mouth. “Tried to offer gaming.” Taking his lower lip in, Derek sucked on it. “But not strong enough to resist you.”
“That’s not a bad thing.” In fact, he found it heady.
“Oh good.” Derek smiled around Sawyer’s mouth before rubbing against him, body hard and sure as they moved together.
Someone had been thinking about him a lot at work. Damn.
Derek had gotten his hands as far as Sawyer’s underarms, and he stretched his thumbs out, rubbing Sawyer’s nipples, making the metal dig in and twist. The little ache made his eyes cross and shivers race across his body.
“Been thinking of touching you all day long. Wanna make you ache.”
“Yes. Please.” Sir.
Groaning, Derek slammed up against him and lifted him. He automatically wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist so he was clinging like a limpet as Derek carried him to the bedroom, still kissing him.
“You’re an addiction. I don’t understand, but it’s so good.” Derek moaned the words against his skin.
Derek always managed to make him feel like the most wonderful, sexiest man alive. It was quite the gift.
Derek sat on the bed, hands wandering again, sliding over his body. “Mmm… you aren’t naked. Why aren’t you naked?”
“I was working.”
“You’re not working now,” Derek pointed out. Like that made all the difference.
“No. No, my computer is in my apartment.” Had he locked his door?
“Mmm.” Derek rolled them, putting him on his back in the middle of the mattress, and ground down against him. Suddenly the state of his door didn’t matter so much.
Derek’s kisses danced over his face, wet and soft across his cheeks, his forehead, his nose and jaw.
Sawyer lifted his chin, offering his face for more of those kisses. There was something so needful, so necessary about them. It was crazy—he hadn’t known Derek long enough for that to be true, yet it was.
And somehow it just got worse—better?—whatever. Bigger. It got bigger every day.
Derek tugged at his clothing, trying to work it open but clearly not willing to move away from him, to stop grinding their bodies together.
He didn’t help. His hands were full of Derek’s shoulders, fingertips digging in and rubbing hard.
He thought better of not helping for a half a second when the sound of material ripping preceded the sudden rush of air against his chest. But it was followed up by Derek’s hands on his bare skin, and he didn’t care. It was just a T-shirt.
Derek mapped him, hands dragging up and down, and his muscles rippled under the pressure. He pushed up into each touch, Derek playing him like he was a favorite instrument. He twisted and snuggled, fighting to get closer.
“Do you still have it in?” Derek asked, one hand tugging at his jeans.
“Yes. You didn’t say I could take it out.”
Derek shuddered. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Derek flipped him over and tugged down his jeans, exposing his ass. Groaning, Derek bit his right asscheek.
Sawyer arched, drawing his legs up under him. Derek kissed and licked and bit at his skin, fingers digging in too as Derek held on to his asscheeks. Then Derek’s thumb glanced across the base of the plug, bumped it, then pushed it.<
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“Oh God. Derek. Please.” That ached so good.
“You want me to take it out?” Derek pushed at the base again, teasing him with it.
“I want you to do what you want to. I want you to decide.”
Derek groaned. “I want to play with it. See how much I can make you moan and whimper from it.”
Tugging on the base, Derek pulled it partway out. Sawyer felt his body resist, the plug having been seated so long. Derek had a good hold of the base, though, and kept tugging, insisting on maintaining control of the plug buried inside him.
He sucked in a deep breath, let himself center, focus. The playing continued, little movements that promised so much more.
“Making me a little crazy.” Hell, a lot crazy.
“Good. Gonna up the ante. Make everything even bigger.”
That worked for him. “Anything you want.”
Derek hummed, sounding so pleased. He pulled the plug out, fucked Sawyer with it. The movements were rough, unpracticed, and that made them all the better.
His ass felt raw, open, like it was stretched wide. He pushed back, asking for more. Begging for it. Derek gave it to him, feeding him sensation after sensation, and nothing else in the world mattered.
“Jesus, you take it so well.”
“I need. So much.”
“Well, I love giving it to you.” Derek’s voice was thick with desire, happiness. Derek gave him a swat, nothing too heavy, just a nice crack across the flesh of his ass, making his butt jiggle, leaving a sweet tingle behind.
Derek rubbed, then swatted again, before fucking him a couple of times with the plug. Then before he could say anything, cool lube was pressed in alongside the plug, Derek’s fingers adding to the stretch.
He cried out and spread his legs wider, his balls swinging between his thighs.
“It’s good, yeah?” Derek added still more lube, making the glide of the plug superslick and almost cold for a moment along his hot flesh.
“Yeah. Yeah. God.” His eyelids went heavy as his brain tried to process.
“Perfect.” Derek slowed his movements, fucking him so slowly with the plug, twisting it at the same time. Every few thrusts, Derek would swat his ass, like a punctuation mark. It lit a fire under his skin, making him burn.
Derek clearly wasn’t practiced, but he was enthusiastic and paid attention. When he found Sawyer’s prostate with the end of the plug, Sawyer cried out loud, and Derek proceeded to shorten the length of his thrusts and hit that spot over and over again.
“Please!” The pleasure and pressure were huge and made him shudder.
“Please what?” Derek asked. “More of this?” He shoved the plug in hard. “Or more of this?” He swatted Sawyer’s ass. “Or something else?”
“I don’t know!” He shook, overwhelmed.
“Dealer’s choice, then.” Derek shoved the plug in deep and hard, then bit his asscheek again, teeth rough and sharp, so good.
God, he wanted to jack himself off, to tug his prick hard and fast and shoot into the blankets, but he knew better.
Derek seated the plug again, hands sliding up and down his thighs, moving to grab his hips now and then and bring him back into a new bite.
Sawyer let his body drop toward the sheet so he could start fucking the mattress. Derek tugged him back up, the strength in his hands wonderful. “Come back here, Sawyer.”
“Yes, Sir,” he moaned.
Derek groaned. “Gotta admit, I like the way that sounds.” Derek swatted his ass a few more times, then bit where he’d swatted. “God, that’s so pretty. You’re amazing, Sawyer. Truly.”
“I need you. I do. Please.”
“Yeah, yeah. I need you too. So bad.” Derek finally pulled the plug right out and didn’t push it back in.
Sawyer wagged his ass like he was in heat, so empty, needing to be filled again.
Derek reached over him and grabbed a condom, the long body pressed up all along his. So hot, so strong. God.
He pushed up into Derek’s strength with a low, happy cry. Derek rubbed against him, then slowly dragged down along his body as he moved back into place.
“Soon, baby. I promise.”
“God, I’m empty. I ache for you.”
“I’m right here.” Derek snuggled up against his ass, cock hot and slick, pushing at his hole—a blunt battering ram.
He bore back, taking what he needed with a low groan. Derek pushed too, and that thick, lovely cock spread him open. It filled him so good—hot and right.
Sawyer curled his fingers in the bedsheets and clenched hard, trying to give Derek all the sensation he could.
“Oh God.” Derek pushed in and in until his hips pressed hard against Sawyer’s ass. Then he wriggled.
Sawyer bucked, pulling away before slamming back. Derek wrapped his fingers around Sawyer’s hips and took over, dragging him back and slamming into him at the same time. It was so much better with Derek’s strength added in. He loved how Derek’s hips slapped against his ass, adding a little buzz.
“Fucking love this.” Derek’s fingers dug in tighter, pulling him back even harder.
“Yes. Yes, love it. Making me fly.”
“Uh-huh.” They slapped together again and again, like Derek was trying to climb into his body.
He took every inch, every bit of that thick, heavy cock.
“So hot,” Derek nibbled on his neck, biting at his skin.
That sting made his eyes roll, and he thrust back, fucking himself.
“More! More!” Derek kept meeting him, ramming into him. The entire fucking bed was shaking.
He took and gave, making sure that he worked for Derek’s orgasm.
Derek grabbed his cock, fingers wrapping tightly around it, and began jerking him off as they fucked. It was exactly what he needed, the pleasure shooting to his balls and up his spine.
“Soon!” he warned. “I can’t….”
“Do it! Do it! Come on, baby—come for me.” Each word came with a thrust, Derek slamming into him so hard.
His balls emptied, his world spinning like a top.
Derek shouted his name out and froze, buried deep inside him. He moaned softly, head on his folded arms.
“That was amazing.”
“Ye—” Derek cleared his throat. “Yes, it was. Is.” Derek kissed his neck, lips soothing where he’d bitten. Then Derek pulled out, leaving him so empty.
He tried not to cry out, but he couldn’t help it.
“Shh. Shh.” Derek continued to drop soft kisses on his back, lips warm, delicious. He dropped onto the bed next to Sawyer, kissed his arm this time.
“Sorry. So empty. I didn’t mean to.”
“Your poor ass needs a bit of a break.” Derek patted his buttcheek.
“Yeah.” Not really. He could take days of ass play.
Derek kissed him, tongue lingering. “You feeling less bleh?”
“Uh-huh. I’m feeling melty.”
“Cool. Let’s be melty together.” Derek rubbed his nose against Sawyer’s.
“Is that a song?” he teased. They snuggled together, and he found himself blinking slowly.
“It could be, eh? Let’s get together. Let’s melt together. Let’s be me-e-el-el-ty!”
Sawyer chuckled softly, nuzzling into Derek’s throat. Derek wrapped an arm around him, fingers sliding on his skin seemingly without any rhyme or reason. He could get used to this again. He really could.
“So, you used to do this kind of thing a lot, eh?”
“Yes. It was our life.” He tried not to blush. “Is that weird to you?”
“No. It’s what Luke and Benny do, and I sort of play along. Is that weird to you?”
“No. No, twenty-four/seven is rare.”
“Is that what you were with your man? Twenty-four/seven? Is that what you’re looking for now?”
“Those are two questions.” He didn’t want to answer the last one either, because he didn’t know how to. “But yes, James and I were full-time.”
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br /> “You didn’t say anything till Luke sorta made you.”
“I know that it’s not… widely respected. I don’t want to embarrass anyone.”
“You don’t embarrass me.” Derek lifted his chin and looked into his eyes. “Sex isn’t something to be embarrassed about.”
“No, of course not.” But this was about more than sex. This was about service and control and sex and pain and pleasure.
“I’m not practiced like Luke. I don’t know all the things he does.” There was obvious worry in Derek’s eyes. Worry that he wouldn’t be enough.
“I like Luke a lot. He’s a great Dom, but you’re….” He leaned in, nuzzled Derek’s ears. “You’re special.”
“Oh….” Derek turned his face and kissed him hard. “I think you are too. I’ve kind of thought so since we first met.”
“You showed me. I loved it. How kind and good you were to me.”
Derek wrapped around him and held on tight. “I’m going to do everything I can to give you what you need.”
“Mmm… ditto. Same for me.” Oh, he felt like a million bucks.
“For now, I think that means snuggling, pizza, gaming, and more orgasms. Not necessarily in that order.”
“Sounds like heaven, in any order.” He kissed Derek’s jaw, the “Sir” silent but meant.
Derek curled around him, kisses soft and lazy but deep nonetheless.
Sawyer sighed and let himself relax. He could get back to work later.
Chapter Eight
BENNY FINISHED work and headed home, a black cloud following him. He’d worked his ass off, including getting a piano up to the third floor. He was hot, sweaty, tired, and he needed an iced coffee as big as his head.
He went into the house and started for the stairs. As he passed Derek’s door, he could hear voices and video game noises. Sounded like somebody—or at least two somebodies—had had a good day.
“Assholes,” he grumped and stomped up the staircase to his apartment and the pitcher of iced coffee waiting for him to enjoy in a cold shower.
Luke’s head popped out of his apartment before Benny could disappear into his. “Hey, Benny, my boy.”