Theo divested himself of the remainder of his clothing as he admired his new lover. “Such a good pet, waiting so patiently for his Sir. And maybe, if all goes well, soon you will be obeying your Master.” Theo stepped out of his boxers, completely nude as he climbed onto the bed, crawling so that he loomed over Francesco’s body, his dick bobbing as he moved.
“Master?” Francesco’s eyes were wide, but he appeared more lust-addled than afraid.
“Mmm.” Theo paused, his hands planted on the mattress on either side of Francesco’s head, his knees encasing Francesco’s thighs as he gazed down at him. “Would you like that? Like for me to be more than your Sir, to be your Master?”
“Is it better than being a Sir?” Francesco had said it breathlessly.
“I believe so. You would be all mine, and I would be all yours. Someday, if it all works out well between us, we can make it permanent. Then, calling me your Master would be the most appropriate way to address me.”
Francesco’s mouth was open, his face radiating wonder. “Can today be someday?”
Theo’s heart was filled with Francesco. It would be so easy to give in to the flurry of emotions that surged through him at the mere suggestion that Francesco would give himself completely. But it wasn’t right, not yet. It wasn’t fair to promise Francesco forever when Theo knew he didn’t understand everything about the way Theo lived his life and what it would mean to be his boy for always.
“Not yet, love. But don’t think for one second I don’t wish for it, or that I don’t believe you’re worthy to be mine permanently. It’s only because of what we discussed earlier. We need to learn more about each other and the types of perversions I enjoy.”
“I understand. And I wish too. What if I called you Master to practice? See if we like it?”
Theo chuckled, remembering how Francesco had admitted that he hated to wait. However, he needed to learn that some things were worth waiting for and that it didn’t automatically mean he wouldn’t get them.
He leaned down to rub his nose with Francesco’s before continuing. “I already know I’ll love it—if it ever were to happen. Don’t be scared, love. I feel confident in our union. And when we know for certain, when we’re ready to take that step, it will be so much more magical.”
“But…”
Theo hated the fear, the worry that Francesco’s expression radiated back at him. But he knew it was the right course. “As your Sir, it’s my job to watch out for you, to make sure—to the best of my ability—that you’re not getting hurt. Part of that is the trust in each other that we’ve been discussing, trust that I’m protecting you in all ways. It’s not only about keeping you safe from thugs, or making sure you have enough to eat and a place to sleep. It’s also about guiding you. Helping you make the right decisions for your future.”
Francesco’s brow furrowed and he clutched Theo’s arms. “You’re my future. I can feel it. I ain’t just saying it because you’re so nice, you know, the grateful thing. Sometimes it’s hard to explain stuff, and I’m trying to be better with the communicating and trust, and learning words and speaking right, so I shouldn’t have said ‘ain’t’, but it just spilled out.” He paused, frowning. “That’s not the most important thing I need to say right now.” He took a deep breath then exhaled. “I’ll be patient because I want to prove to you I’d be a good submissive and that it’d be a grand idea if I called you Master.”
Theo smiled at him, anxious to ease his worry. “That’s my good boy. All I want is your happiness.”
Francesco loosened his grip on Theo’s arms and started stroking them instead. “What about you? Don’t you want your own happiness?”
Theo’s breathing hitched and he swallowed hard. “Very much. And for the first time since arriving in Los Angeles, I think I might achieve it.” Theo leaned down and nuzzled Francesco’s curls, inhaling his scent. “You’re a gift. Let me give you pleasure.”
Francesco nuzzled back and the heat between them built again. They shared soft touches as Theo kissed his way to Francesco’s lips, finally taking his mouth the way he’d been aching for. He tasted him over and over, delving deeper each time, grinding his steeled length against Francesco’s heated erection. They both leaked, the pre-cum slick between them. He’d meant it when he told Francesco he wouldn’t fuck him, not yet. But he could awaken his need for penetration.
Theo broke the kiss with Francesco chasing after it.
“More…”
“Yes, pet. Much more. But right now, we both need to spend.”
“I can spend like this, I swear.”
Theo couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I’m sure you can, but I want to make it even stronger. Make you crave everything I give you.”
“Uh, okay.” Francesco nodded as he licked his lips. “Whatever you want, Sir. See? I’m listening.”
Francesco was trying so very hard to please him that he knew he’d have to temper his own urge to take the next step together as partners. He had to prove to Francesco that he was worthy of the trust Francesco was so eager to give.
“Thank you. You’ve honored me once again.”
Francesco broke into a big smile. “Gee. That’s what I was hoping I’d do.”
Theo caressed Francesco’s cheek. “So sweet. Now, let’s switch places with me on my back and you above me.”
Francesco gazed up at him in confusion, inclining his head against the covers. “How can you hold me down like that?”
Theo placed a light kiss on his forehead before speaking. “Trust?”
Francesco blinked a few times, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’. “Dang it. You’re right. Okay, I’ll do what you want like I said I would.”
This time, Theo kissed Francesco with more intensity. He clutched at his hair, gripping the strands with force as he repeatedly thrust his tongue past Francesco’s lips. If his boy needed a taste of being held down, Theo could at least give him that when he was trying so hard.
Theo rolled off him then clasped Francesco’s shoulder on his other side, encouraging him to follow. Francesco complied, landing on top of Theo not unlike he had when he’d clambered over the front seat of his car. Theo grunted from the bump of Francesco’s ass against his full balls.
“Sorry. I’m too excited. Should I suck you? It’ll make you feel better.”
Theo snorted. “Of that, I have no doubt. For now, though, I’d like you to let me guide you.”
Francesco let out a small gasp. “That’s right, I keep forgetting. What do you want me to do?”
How could I ever give this up? I could play with him for eternity.
“Turn around and face away from me—uh, carefully. I’m rather excited too and my jewels are very sensitive.”
Francesco pressed his lips together, the plump flesh completely disappearing in an obvious attempt to keep himself from blurting. It gave Theo a thrill to watch as Francesco not only worked so hard to obey him, but how the mystery of what was about to happen to him played across his features.
No one has ever held this man with desire, made love to him. Leaving the open and loving Francesco bereft was a sin.
As soon as Francesco had done what Theo commanded, Theo stilled him by grasping Francesco’s hips. Theo sucked in a sharp breath at the gorgeous sight before him. Two matching dimples decorated his lower back right above his tiny behind. Theo looked forward to him filling out more, but his form was alluring nonetheless. He kept his fingers curled around one jutting pelvic bone as he let his free hand travel up Francesco’s spine, groaning at the way Francesco arched, how he threw his head back and sighed.
Dearest heavens.
When Theo reached Francesco’s nape, he splayed his fingers around it and encouraged him to bend over. Theo moved his hand from Francesco’s hip to one ass cheek, reaching for the jar of paste with the other.
“Stay where you are, love.” Theo let go of him so he could open the container. His length strained, his heavy sac aching from the anticipation of coming with Francesco. He
wasn’t usually so anxious to reach completion, his need so urgent that he had trouble remaining focused on his boy’s pleasure, but Francesco had moved him like no other.
Perhaps that’s a sign. Perhaps he is meant for me.
Theo scooped out a generous amount of the lubricant with two fingers, then set the jar aside. He would make Francesco’s first time being breached as easy as possible. Theo used his clean hand to caress Francesco’s lovely ass, soothing and relaxing him. The way Francesco ground against him not only made him crazy, it signaled that he had no fear about anything they might be about to do. Because of all that Francesco had been through, it was imperative to Theo that he enjoy their lovemaking as much or more than he did.
“Up on your knees, love. I need to get to your cock.”
Francesco made a mewling sound as he followed Theo’s orders. Theo bit his lip to keep himself under control, yet another thing he’d never had an issue with. With Francesco’s hole bared to gaze, his genitals available to his touch, Francesco’s erection brushing his own whenever he moved in the slightest—Theo knew he would have to use every ounce of restraint to keep from climaxing too soon.
Theo reached between Francesco’s legs and grasped their dicks, wrapping his fingers around them both and holding them together in a firm grip, the shared heat of their cocks like a brand on his sensitive flesh. Francesco’s entire body went taut, his thighs and backside tensing.
“I…I…” Francesco’s breathing was frantic.
“Hold on to it, pet. First, I want you to feel something you never have before. And from now on, you’ll only spend when I give you permission. Is that clear?”
“Oh… it’s clear, but what if I can’t? Please don’t be mad at me, but no one’s ever touched me like this, so I might not be able to stop in time.”
“I know, love. It’s not right that you haven’t had the opportunity to indulge your lusts before, and we’re going to fix that. And I won’t be mad, but try as hard as you can.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good boy. I’ll only hold on to our dicks right now, I won’t stroke us together until I do the other thing first. Steady breaths and you’ll be fine.”
“Fine. Yes, Sir.” Francesco’s words had come out with effort, as if he had his teeth gritted.
Poor thing.
Theo quested in Francesco’s crease, using the tip of his forefinger to tease his wrinkled opening. Francesco had begun to moan lightly and, to Theo’s relief and delight, he was pushing back as if seeking more contact. Theo circled around his rim with the slickened digit, keeping his touch light as he brought Francesco’s sensitive nerves alive. He tested his response by prodding his hole, but without seeking entrance. Just a slight pressure to see if Francesco would protest.
“How do you feel, love?”
“Really hot. Like I need more clothes off, but there aren’t any left.”
Theo arched his eyebrows. “I see. But it’s a good feeling?”
“Better than.” It seemed as though Francesco was having a difficult time catching his breath. “It’s like I wanna run around the room real fast, like I have to have something, but it’s not quite there.”
Interesting. “Well then. Let me give it to you.”
Theo pushed into Francesco’s ass, stretching his untried hole until he reached his first knuckle. A small ‘oh’ had fallen from Francesco’s lips the moment Theo had breached him, but he hadn’t pulled away. His passage clenched and released around Theo’s finger and Theo went deeper, keeping the action slow. Francesco still didn’t utter a word, nor did he try to escape the invasive touch. Theo gently thrust in and out of his channel, waiting for him to relax before he added the second finger.
Right as he had almost exited Francesco’s body, he quickly added his middle finger alongside the first one, then twisted his wrist as he slid them both past the resistant muscle guarding Francesco’s hole. Francesco’s ass was so hot and tight, and Theo couldn’t tear his thoughts away from how exquisite it would feel wrapped around his cock.
Now to show him what he’s truly been missing.
Theo pushed in even farther, reaching and searching for the bundle of nerves that would light Francesco up. Francesco yelped as he bucked on Theo’s fingers, his heels digging into Theo’s sides. Theo massaged the small gland with more intensity while tightening his grip on their throbbing shafts. He knew Francesco couldn’t hold out much longer, and truthfully, he doubted he could either.
“Sir! I…I’m…” Francesco whimpered.
“I know, love. Close your eyes and focus on what’s happening to you, how it makes you feel. My hand around our cocks, my fingers in your ass. Now I’m stroking us, fucking you…faster, harder…” Fuck.
Theo slid his palm along their rigid flesh, their early spend covering his fingers, slickening the way. He pumped his fingers in and out of Francesco’s ass and jacked them quicker. Francesco had turned into a wild thing, undulating and openly moaning.
“Close…” Theo couldn’t stop the roar of his climax as it ripped through his body. “Now!”
Francesco’s loud cries echoed his own and he was lost in the moment of them being united in their shared pleasure. Theo gasped for air as his body went limp. He’d loosened his grip on their cocks—however, he didn’t let go, and although he’d stilled his movement, his fingers remained inside Francesco’s ass. Francesco had collapsed onto Theo’s legs, breathing hot puffs of air on the tops of his feet.
Awareness returned to Theo, so he released his hold on their dicks and began to remove his fingers from Francesco’s passage.
“No!”
Francesco clamped around them and Theo froze, startled by his sudden protest.
“Are you in pain? Did I hurt you?’ He had tried hard to be gentle, but he’d been so aroused, he might’ve gotten carried away without realizing it. He mentally chastised himself. Such a thing wasn’t like him at all.
Francesco snuggled against Theo’s ankles, wrapping his fingers around his toes. “No, ‘s good. Could you please leave them in for a few more minutes? Please, Sir?”
Theo had to take a moment to absorb what it was he was asking. That seemed to be happening a lot to him when it came to Francesco. More than ever, it was clear that Francesco was a unique and special person. No submissive would ever be like him.
“Yes I can, pet.” Theo took his other hand and placed the messy palm on Francesco’s lower back, encouraging him to relax while they lay together for a moment the way Francesco had requested. He’d take Francesco into the tub for a nice hot soak when he was ready. Then perhaps a snack and a snuggle in the library.
Theo yawned. Or perhaps call it an early night. After all, it would be a busy week as he prepared Francesco for his first visit to Hampton Road.
Chapter Eight
Francesco stared at his reflection in the tall, rectangular mirror that stood on its own in the downstairs guest room. Theo had told him it was a cheval mirror, and he should’ve asked him to write the word down, but he was so anxious for them to get going to Theo’s club—he hadn’t wanted to wait one more precious second than he had to for them to leave. He’d ask another time.
He couldn’t believe that the snazzy man staring back at him from the glass was actually him. Him! He’d needed Theo to help him get dressed and it had taken a lot of effort. He even had white coverings over his ankles that Theo said were called spats. They had tiny buttons that Francesco found very annoying. Theo said that once the leather was worn in, they’d be easier to work with.
The last thing Francesco would do—or perhaps the second-to-last thing—would be to question Theo’s decisions. But Theo had spent a lot of time in the past week coaching him on what would happen at Hampton Road and how he wanted Francesco to behave and so on. From what Theo had said, the first thing he was supposed to do after they arrived was to strip down until all he had on were the black silk boxers they’d purchased for him the day before. It made no sense when it was so much trouble to put all
the stuff on in the first place. Theo had noticed his confusion and remarked that the clothing was part of Francesco learning about the appearance of a proper gentleman.
Being respectable is a lot of work.
“My goodness, aren’t you the lovely one?”
Theo appeared behind him in the mirror then placed his hands on Francesco’s shoulders. Francesco wasn’t sure if he was supposed to answer or just say ‘thank you’. He’d been learning so much, wanted to make sure he had it right and hadn’t gotten things mixed up.
“Was that rhetorical?” He angled his head so he could gaze up at Theo.
Theo leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. He broke the connection but remained close, smiling at him. “I do believe it was. You can simply say ‘thank you’, if you feel you’ve been complimented.”
“I do feel complimented, and I thought that was what I should do, but I also thought it would be best if I made sure. I want to be perfect at the club.”
Theo embraced him from behind and propped his chin on top of Francesco’s head. They’d trimmed his curls a bit the day before so the bowler hat Theo had bought him wouldn’t keep popping off, but hadn’t cut a lot. Theo had let it be known that he preferred Francesco with longer hair—fashion be damned. Francesco had been shocked when Theo had cursed. He’s so worldly.
“No one expects you to be perfect, love. Least of all me. I only ask that you try. If you put too much pressure on yourself, you won’t be able to enjoy your evening.”
Theo buried his nose in Francesco’s hair, something Theo had done a lot ever since he’d moved in. But he understood. He liked to sniff Theo too.
“Okay. I’ll try my best then.”
“I know you will.” Theo straightened. “Are you ready? I’d like to get there about an hour before the show starts so you can meet some of my friends and get settled.”
Francesco had noticed that Theo liked to do a lot of settling, in addition to the talking. If it made Theo happy, then he was all for it. “Sure. But is it okay if I loosen up the collar and tie? My Adam’s apple hits it every time I swallow and if feels like I’m being strangled.”
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