Home and Heart

by Sean Michael

  “I do. I want to be everything you need.”

  “Then yes, Sir.”

  “See? So sweet,” Benny whispered to Luke.

  “Uh-huh. Sweet as pie.” He rubbed his chin along Benny’s shoulder, then placed a kiss there.

  Meanwhile, Derek had gone back to working Sawyer’s nipples. Sawyer’s eyelids went heavy, soft moans splitting the air.

  Luke stroked Derek’s back, encouraging him to go on. Derek was doing a great job. “You’re a natural, Dee.”

  Derek moaned, and whatever he did made Sawyer cry out. It made Luke moan, and he tweaked Benny’s left nipple, then tugged on the right.

  Benny arched, biting out a soft cry. “Master!”

  He smiled against Benny’s skin as Derek redoubled his efforts on Sawyer’s nipples. The color was coming up nicely.

  “Go lie next to Sawyer, boy, so we can compare color.”

  Benny groaned but moved away from him, lying down beside Sawyer as ordered.

  Sawyer looked over at Benny, smiled. “Hey. I…. You look amazing.”

  Benny blushed but gave Sawyer a grin. “Thanks. I’m on fire.”

  “The color’s not right yet,” Derek noted, looking from Benny’s chest to Sawyer’s. He grabbed one of Sawyer’s nipple rings and tugged on it, slowly drawing it from Sawyer’s chest.

  Sawyer arched, lips opened as he fought to ease the pressure. Derek didn’t back off; instead he drew the other ring between his teeth and pulled at it as well.

  “You can’t resist him, boy,” Luke told Sawyer. “He’s your master.”

  Derek moaned at his words. Letting go of the rings, Derek went back to stimulating Sawyer’s nipples directly.

  Luke leaned over, whispering softly, “You’re his master, he’s your boy.”

  Derek moaned again, hips grinding against Sawyer’s.

  “Bite harder, Dee. Let him feel you now.”

  Sawyer cried out and bucked, fingers going white on the headboard as Sawyer gripped it tighter. Luke bent to Benny’s little nips, giving his boy a reason to moan, a reason to cry out himself.

  “Master!” Benny’s hands landed on his head, fingers opening and closing in his hair like his boy couldn’t decide whether to hold him closer or push him away. He sucked harder, closing his eyes and sinking into the pleasure.

  The heat poured off the four of them, the scent of sex and pleasure rising on the air. He rubbed against Benny, feeling his boy’s prick leaking against him.

  He bet Sawyer was as bad, dripping and slicking their bodies. Derek rubbed his cheek against Sawyer’s nipples, then kissed him.

  “Let’s compare again,” Luke suggested.

  Derek leaned back. Sawyer’s nips were a deep, dark red, the rings standing from the flesh. They were a great match for Benny’s, which were the same dark, needy color.

  “I’m going to keep playing with them, and I want you to come just from that.” Derek was trusting his instincts, and it seemed they were right on.

  “Yes, Sir. I’ll do my best.”

  Derek went back to torturing Sawyer’s nipples, his body driving them together.

  Luke could have told Derek that with all the stimulation in the lower regions, Sawyer totally wasn’t coming just from the nipple stimulation, but he wasn’t an ass, so he didn’t.

  Derek would learn when to back away, when to make Sawyer beg. Little steps.

  Benny groaned and bucked up against him, rubbing.

  “Needy slut,” he teased. “Mine.”

  “Yes, Master. Please.”

  “Please what, boy?”

  “Love me.”

  “That’s the easiest thing in the world, Benny.” He bit gently at Benny’s throat, then wrapped his lips around one swollen nipple, flapping his tongue across the tip and sucking on the ubersensitive flesh. Benny bucked for him, his low roar filling the room. Lifting his head, Luke gave Benny a wicked grin. “You’ll come just from this as well.”

  “No fair….” Benny arched into his touches. “I have the ring on.”

  “If I take the ring off, you’ll have an unfair advantage over Sawyer. You’ll come as soon as I do.”

  “Mean to me…. Derek’s humping him dry.”

  “You telling me you want to come right away, or you want to wait a few minutes and let the anticipation and need build?” He knew his boy, knew Benny loved the anticipation, the ache. “I’ll take it off when I’m ready. But if you happen to come anyway with the ring on, just from the nipple stimulation, then you can. No repercussions.”

  “Oh…,” Benny moaned softly. “Yes, Master. Cool.”

  Sawyer looked at Benny with a smile, and Benny swooped over and kissed Sawyer hard.

  Luke took the opportunity to grab Derek’s head and pull him into a kiss as well. Derek always was a good kisser, but he seemed even more so now, like the extra time kissing Sawyer had improved Derek’s technique.

  Derek groaned into his mouth and pressed their chests together for a moment. Then all of Derek’s attention was back on Sawyer and those poor pierced nips. Derek was going to town on them.

  “Good job, Dee.”

  Sawyer bucked up, and Derek put one hand on Sawyer’s hip. “Only from this. Do you understand?”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “Good boy.” Derek pounced on Sawyer’s mouth, taking it hard.

  Luke and Benny both groaned. There was something hot about all that new passion. Derek and Sawyer both wore it well.

  Derek broke the kiss, going back to working Sawyer’s nips with mouth and fingers, and Luke was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be a lot longer before Sawyer gave it up.

  He bent to his own boy, finding a strong, steady suction that was meant to make Benny dizzy.

  Both Sawyer and Benny were making the best sounds. Luke hummed around Benny’s nipple, letting his noise add vibrations to the sensations he was giving Benny.

  “Please. Please, love. Need.” Benny was as vocal as Sawyer was quiet. His boy rocked down against the plug, fucking himself. It was a beautiful thing.

  Sawyer suddenly cried out, bucking hard, and the smell of spunk filled the air.

  “Sawyer!” Derek froze, and the smell got stronger.

  “Master….” Benny bucked against him. “Please. Please, don’t leave me out.”

  “We’ll come together.” He reached between them, bumping Benny’s balls as he worked the ring off his boy. Like he’d leave his boy out, ever.

  Benny cried out as soon as the ring was unfastened, cheeks turning bright red.

  “Beautiful boy.” As soon as he felt Benny’s come between them, he drove himself against his boy and added his own pleasure to the mix. Orgasms were always better shared.

  Benny curled into him, panting hard, and when he looked over, he found Sawyer already asleep.

  Derek gave him a lazy smile. “Thanks, dude.”

  Luke chuckled. “Anytime.”

  Really, anytime at all. He was enjoying having a brand-new Dom, a bratty sub, and a really subby sub under him.

  Chapter Ten

  DEREK CAME home from work and popped a can of Coke, downing half of it in one go. Testing ice cream flavors was thirsty work, and he’d had more than his share of water already today. He grabbed a few cookies and changed into jeans and a new T-shirt with “Contents May be Larger than They Appear” written across it.

  He checked his watch and smiled. He could totally go over to Sawyer’s place and see if he was awake and had done enough work to take a break. He’d learned sometimes Sawyer worked at odd hours. Something about the flow of creativity.

  He went across the hall and knocked. He could take Sawyer out to dinner. Or have him over for pizza. Or let Sawyer make them dinner. He kept saying he wanted to, but they kept getting distracted.

  It made him smile. Hell, everything about Sawyer made him smile.

  “Come in.”

  He opened the door and the smell of garlic and onions and tomatoes flooded his nose.

  “Oh, wow. It smells a
mazing in here.” He went to the kitchen to find Sawyer.

  “Hey there! I thought I’d cook supper—spaghetti and meatballs with a Caesar salad and garlic bread. I didn’t make dessert because you’ve had a ton of sweet already, though.”

  “I can have you for dessert.” He drew Sawyer into his arms and took his mouth, tongue slipping between Sawyer’s lips. Sawyer tasted like garlic. “You’ve been snacking.”

  “I have. I got the week’s work done, so I’ve been playing.”

  His ears perked up at that. “So you’re free for a while?” Because playing with Sawyer was so much better than working.

  “I am. Until Monday. That’s four days off.”

  “Oh, the fun we can have in four days.”

  Sawyer’s eyes twinkled, crinkling at the edges. “Do you have thoughts?”

  “I have a lot of thoughts. Do you have any?”

  “To feed you and make you happy.” Sawyer licked the corner of his lips.

  “You make me happy just by being you.” He chased Sawyer’s tongue with his lips. He had some ideas about how he could make Sawyer happy. He’d been looking things up on the internet.

  Between that and digging through books that Luke had—which oh my God—he was feeling… educated.

  “How long until supper?” Was there time to fool around? Or just neck, even? Or they could talk. That was a novel idea. Honestly, he just wanted to spend time with Sawyer.

  “Forty-five minutes, give or take. Maybe an hour.”

  “So we could sit and… talk or something?” He grabbed hold of Sawyer’s ass and squeezed. Such a perfect handful.

  “I know how to do that. Come sit on the sofa?”

  “Yeah.” They went together, and he sat, pulling Sawyer into his body, arm around Sawyer’s shoulders. “How was your day?”

  “Quiet. Easy. How about you?”

  “I came up with a new flavor today. One that I think is going to stick. I may get a bonus.”

  “Yeah? What flavor is that?” Sawyer leaned into him with a soft sigh.

  “Salted caramel with chunks of toffee. It’s stunning.”

  “Uhn. Yes, please.” Oh, that made him feel good.

  “I’ll bring some home once they’ve done a test run.” There was always ice cream in his freezer. And Luke’s and Benny’s freezers too. “What’s your favorite food?”

  “French fries. I love fried foods, even though they’re bad for me. I used to—” He cut off, then grinned. “Is yours ice cream?”

  “Oh, I love ice cream, but my favorite ever food is peanut butter and jam sandwiches.”

  “Good to know. I’ll keep them around for you.”

  “There’s nothing better when you’re feeling glum.” He stroked Sawyer, pushing his hair behind his ear. “I’ll make you french fries anytime you want.”

  “Thank you. I appreciate it.” Sawyer kissed his cheek. “Do you have plans for the weekend?”

  “I do. They involve rope and cuffs and nipple clamps, your bed, and you.” He waited, hoping he’d gotten it right.

  Sawyer gasped softly, the sweet man searching his eyes, lips swollen and parted. It looked like he’d done well.

  “I’m going to blow your mind.” Or die trying.

  “Yes, Sir.” Sawyer blinked at him, licked his lips.

  He leaned in and followed Sawyer’s tongue with his own. “We’ll start after supper.” Sawyer had worked hard to make him a meal. Besides, it smelled amazing, and his stomach was growling.

  “Sounds wonderful. I hope you enjoy your supper.”

  “Based on the smell, I’d say I will. Did you say there’s garlic bread too?” He had a spot in his stomach for garlic bread.

  “Yes, Sir. Salad, spaghetti, meatballs, and garlic toast.”

  Derek had to admit, he did like how the “sir” sounded. It warmed him low in his belly and in his balls. “Sounds amazing. I feel like I’m going to a restaurant.” They rarely did all the fixings like that, and since they each contributed, it was never all laid out for him like that.

  “Except that you don’t have to drive or tip your waiter,” Sawyer teased.

  “And I can kiss the cook.” Tickled, he leaned in and did exactly that, pressing his lips against Sawyer’s. Warm and supple, Sawyer’s lips were still like heaven against his. He hoped this never faded, that kissing Sawyer always felt like magic.

  Sawyer rested his hands on Derek’s chest, then slowly slid them up and over. Joining his fingers behind Derek’s back, Sawyer held on. Derek cupped Sawyer’s cheek and tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss.

  Sawyer opened for him without hesitation.

  Sawyer slid on his lap, and he could feel the end of a plug, seated in that sweet, tight hole.

  It made him gasp, and his hands dropped down, touched that sweet ass. He slid his fingers across the plug and groaned, frustrated by the clothing between his and Sawyer’s skin.

  “Did you do this?” From everything he read, Sawyer shouldn’t have. Except that he hadn’t forbidden it, so really, it was okay. He thought he should start forbidding stuff like that, though. If Sawyer needed a plug or an orgasm, Derek would provide it. All Sawyer had to do was ask. “Did you?” he asked again.

  “Yes, Sir. I was aching for you.” Sawyer looked up at him, blinking through his lashes.

  That made him moan, and he licked his lips. “You should come to me if you need me. Ask for my help.”

  “Should I?” Sawyer rocked again. “I was empty, needing.”

  He touched his fingers to the base of the plug and pushed. “Next time that happens, you tell me. You have my phone number if I’m not home.”

  “Yes, Sir. Master. I will,” Sawyer whispered to him. “I wanted to make myself come, wanted to ride the plug until I shot, but I put a ring on, made myself wait.”

  “That’s good.” Derek took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to come without my permission anymore. Not even if Luke says it’s okay. Your orgasms belong to me.” That had been one chapter in Luke’s books that had turned him on so much.

  Sawyer offered him a low cry, and the rubbing increased. “Yes, Master.”

  He moaned again. Master made him even hotter than Sir. “No coming now until I say you’re allowed to.” And they were going to at least get naked before that happened. Sawyer’s soft moan said he’d heard Derek’s words, but Derek waited for the soft “Yes, Master” before saying, “Take off your shirt for me.”

  “Yes, Master.” Sawyer stripped off the shirt, revealing his pierced nipples—not swollen anymore, barely pink.

  Derek leaned in, mouth open, and wrapped his lips around the left nipple. He sucked on it, letting his tongue play with the piercing.

  Sawyer moaned, body jerking hard. Yes! Derek flapped at the ring, flipping it up and down as he continued to suck. Then he grabbed the other piercing between his fingers, tugging lightly, then twisting it. The metal was hot from Sawyer’s skin.

  He groaned around Sawyer’s nipple, eyes closing as he sucked. He loved the salt of Sawyer’s skin, the sound of the deep, low moans. He moved from the right nipple to the left, his fingers sliding across the right nipple as he sucked, feeling the heat and the wet from his mouth.

  Sawyer drove against his thigh, rocking hard, a dark spot forming on Sawyer’s slacks. So hot. Sawyer was the sexiest man he’d ever seen.

  He grabbed Sawyer’s ass again, squeezing, making sure his fingertips pushed at the base of the plug. He wanted to nudge Sawyer’s gland with it.

  “Is it big?”

  “Yes, Sir. The big one that’s shaped like a bullet.”

  He groaned. “That’s pretty big.” Almost as big as he was, really. “I want to see. Take your pants off.”

  Sawyer stood, slowly unfastening his slacks and letting them fall. The stiff plug was wide all the way down until the neck, which was tiny. It meant that Sawyer couldn’t lose it while he cooked, and Derek would get to work to get it out of his boy.

  “Turn around and bend over.” Sawyer d
id, and he reached out, touching the little end of the plug. He pushed a few times, watching it almost disappear. “Remember, you ask me next time. Your pleasure, your need, is all mine.”

  Sawyer moaned, and his toes curled. It made Derek feel powerful and sexy. He worked his fingers around the base, barely grabbing on to it, and tugged gently. Nothing seemed to happen, so he tugged harder. He watched as Sawyer’s tiny ring began to stretch, to bulge around the swelling of the plug.

  He pressed his face against one asscheek and licked at the stretched edge of Sawyer’s hole.

  Sawyer’s cry rang out, the sound wild and fierce. “Master!”

  Oh yeah. He liked the way that sounded and wanted to get used to it. He kept licking, working his way slowly all the way around Sawyer’s hole.

  “Yours,” Sawyer whispered to him. “Yours. I ache.”

  Yeah, yeah, that was right. Sawyer was his. He pulled the plug out a little more and turned it in a circle. The noises that Sawyer made had him so hard.

  He glanced at the timer on the microwave. Fifteen minutes. That was enough time to make Sawyer insane, he thought.

  He pushed the plug back in, then tugged it partway out again, rocking the plug back and forth. Every sound that Sawyer made drove him higher. He started leaking, dripping clear precome, slicking his thighs.

  He tugged a little harder, bringing the plug almost all the way out, then pushed it back in just to hear Sawyer cry out for him.

  “I read about things, Sawyer, about scenes we can play,” he murmured. “We have four whole days.”

  He could blow Sawyer’s mind over and over for four days. Four.

  He finally tugged the plug right out. He swore Sawyer’s hole snapped closed.

  “Master!” Sawyer cried out and stood up, stumbling forward a few steps.

  He wrapped his hands around Sawyer’s hips, steadying him. “Easy. Easy. You’re gonna come back here and ride my cock.” Soon as he got undressed. “You go get the condom while I strip.”

  “Let me rescue the meatballs?”

  “Uh-huh. Don’t be long. I need you.” He needed Sawyer so bad.

  “I’ll put them on really low to keep warm.” Sawyer headed to the kitchen, that sweet ass right there and waiting for him.