by Sean Michael
“But you’re going to have to.” He wasn’t taking Robin down to deal with this. They had the means already at hand. “In fact, I want you to do it now. Let go, empty yourself.”
Robin shook his head, but between his words and the steady pressure Stack gave that hard little belly, Robin had no choice. The water came, and so did the tears.
He cleaned Robin up quickly with Cottonelle wipes, then put the bucket aside. Then he returned to Robin’s side to kiss the wet cheeks.
“I have you, boy.”
Robin was turned away from him, eyes closed, shuttered.
“No.” He took Robin’s face in his hand and moved him so he could press their foreheads together. “Open your eyes, boy. You look at me right now.”
God, his boy stunned him, those blue eyes staring into him.
“There you are. I am so proud of you. So proud.” He kissed Robin, pressing his tongue between his boy’s lips.
Robin opened to him, slow and easy, accepting him. The sweet mouth was so hot, so hungry. It proved to him how on the right track he was with this scene, and he spent a long moment, enjoying the taste and eagerness of Robin’s kisses.
“Mine.” He went to play with that tiny hole, the sweet ring of muscles swollen and hot. Kneeling between Robin’s legs, he licked at his boy’s hole. The heat burned against his tongue, and he licked again and again, putting some pressure on it, but not pushing his tongue in. He’d drive Robin crazy like this first.
Robin sobbed softly, the sound lost and found somehow, all at once.
Humming, he added that sensation, the vibrations moving from his tongue to Robin’s skin. He kept licking until Robin was dripping with his saliva. Then he finally pointed his tongue and pushed into the tight hole.
Every inch of this man was his to love, to care for. To touch.
He pushed his tongue in deeper, pressing his face against Robin’s ass so it could go farther in. He fucked Robin with his tongue, moving slowly.
Robin began to rock the sling, his boy so smart, so clever. He rewarded that by letting Robin increase the speed of the tongue-fucking. As long as he could keep the swing going, Stack would let him set the pace. Eventually his boy’s arms would tire, but until that happened, Robin could drive. He moved his tongue in circles as much as he could, helping change up the sensations and make everything better—bigger.
“Master. Master, I love you.”
He knew that. He hummed his reply, letting the vibrations be his answer.
As Robin began to tire, he grabbed hold of his boy’s hips, taking over moving Robin. He slowed things down again, keeping Robin from going over the edge from the tongue-fucking—he wanted Robin to come on his cock. Robin moaned for him, sweet and slow, so needy.
He found Robin’s cock and traced it with his fingers, almost doing it as an afterthought as he focused on tonguing Robin’s ass.
Finally Robin stopped fighting and melted into the sling with a soft sigh.
He kept it up a few moments more, but then backed off, nuzzling Robin’s ass.
“Took you long enough to submit, boy.”
Robin only moaned. Speechless. Go him.
Stack dragged his hands over Robin’s skin, lighting up Robin’s nerves. He tugged the new rings gently, taking it easy on the reopened piercings. Robin cried out, body bowing for him. Humming, he did it again before moving on.
He stood between Robin’s legs and tested the height of the sling. He wanted it a tiny bit higher. He adjusted everything, then looked down at Robin. “I’m going to fuck you into next week, boy.”
“Yes, Master. I’m going to just hang here and float.”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll keep you floating.” Stack slicked up his prick, then set himself right at Robin’s hole. He grabbed hold of Robin’s hips and pulled Robin toward him. It was enough for the head of his cock to punch in past Robin’s tight muscles. He groaned as the tip of his cock was held in Robin’s tight body.
God, he could do this forever, drive into this perfect heat. He stayed right there for a few moments before rocking in deeper. He sank as far as he could, then drew out. Going in again, he held on to Robin’s hips and pulled him forward, increasing the strength of his thrusts. Yeah, for-fucking-ever.
Robin rode the sling like he was born to it, head dropped back between his arms, as Stack plowed into that perfect ass over and over again, groaning at the tightness around his cock. His boy was perfect heat.
Stack’s balls drew up, his cock aching, belly tight. “You’re going to make me come, boy. Gonna be the best orgasm I’ve had in a very long time.” Not since Robin had left. Even the orgasms they’d already shared together weren’t going to be as good as this one. He could feel it gathering in his balls, the base of his spine feeling warm, heavy.
“Yes, Master. Yes.”
“Once I’ve come, we’ll plug you. Bigger this time, put you through your paces.”
“Master!” Robin clenched all around him.
Oh fuck, that was good. So very good. He slammed in harder, really jolting Robin now. “You’re going to love it. You crave that—the ache, the knowledge that I’m spreading you to your limits.”
“Yes….”
That was right—yes. He knew what Robin needed. He could give it to his boy, make Robin fly. Always.
Except that he hadn’t. He’d made an error and lost his boy for months. He needed to do better. To make sure Robin had his entire attention. His boy needed him to be on the ball this time.
He didn’t ever want Robin to doubt he was loved.
“I’ve got you,” he told Robin, and he rocked them harder together. This was why he loved the swing, how easy it was for him to fill his boy over and over without straining either of them. It meant they could go for longer.
“Yes, Master. Fill me up.” Robin began to clench around him, demand his pleasure.
“You’ll have to wait until I decide, boy.” Although as good as this was, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Especially with Robin working his cock so well. He’d make his boy come first, though.
Robin nodded, submitting to the sling, to his will.
“You’re going to come for me, boy.” He wrapped one hand around Robin’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Every now and then, he’d rub his thumb across the head of Robin’s cock, pressing into the pretty little slit.
He wanted it to burn, wanted Robin to ache. He wanted his boy to remember this for days, to feel his master’s mark on his skin even when he had to go to work.
“Come on, boy. Stop disobeying me.”
“I’m not, Master, I swear.”
“Then come for me, Robin.” He slammed in as he said it, knocking up hard against Robin’s gland.
Robin’s cock jerked, spurting out seed like it was shocked to have done it.
“Yes. That’s my boy.” He wrapped his hand tighter around Robin’s shaft and stroked slowly, almost massaging the hard flesh, and a few more drops dribbled from the slit. He rubbed the come into Robin’s cockhead and his belly, humming happily. “Good boy. You get my seed, as your reward.”
He kept thrusting, searching for his own orgasm. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of Robin’s body around his cock, squeezing him tight.
“Never letting you go, boy. Never going to make you regret this.”
Robin cried out for him, and he slammed in twice more, not able to hold his orgasm back another second. With a shout of his own, he came, pouring himself into Robin’s body.
The sling held them as they swayed, the ropes and chains groaning but holding. He panted against Robin’s skin, breathing his lover’s scent in with each breath.
“Love you.” Robin’s words were well meant.
He kissed Robin’s chest. “I love you too.” And he did. Robin was no doubt the best part of him.
“Thank God.” Robin took a hitching breath.
“We wouldn’t be here doing this if I didn’t, baby.” He would never have invited Robin home, let alone done the scene, if he didn�
�t still care deeply.
“I know. You said…. You said you wanted me to come home.”
“I did. I do. You are now.” Now he had to make it work for more than a weekend.
He pressed a kiss on Robin’s lips before straightening and pulling out of his boy. He groaned, already missing the tight heat.
“Master….”
“Shh. I have to plug you. I want you full.”
He grabbed the plug he’d set out and slicked it up with lube, making sure it was good and wet. Then he set it at Robin’s hole. “This one is going to challenge you. You’re not going to be able to forget it’s in there. Not even for a second.”
Fat and thick and heavy—this one was going to have Robin on his knees, begging. He pushed it in all the way without stopping, smiling when Robin gasped, knowing he’d hit that sweet little gland.
The base was smaller than the thickest part, but still a challenge. He turned it a couple of times, rubbing Robin from the inside, then settled it there. “How does it feel, boy?”
“Full.” That was a good answer.
“Excellent. I’m going to get you down, and then we’ve earned ourselves a nap together.” He wanted to hold his boy for a while.
“I could handle a nap. I’m… I don’t know. Home.”
“You are indeed. I’m glad you feel it.” He kissed Robin’s belly, licked the come and salt flavor from his boy’s skin. Then he began to undo the straps that held his boy in the sling. He was going to make sure Robin always felt at home with him.
Chapter Nine
ROBIN LET himself into his apartment, trying to focus, to put himself together for work. Stack had left at the crack of dawn, and Robin had slept for a few hours, waking up to find himself with very little time to get to his place, get dressed, and get to the gallery.
His white sweater was thin and tight and showed his nipple rings; his black sweater was looser, but had a lower neckline and showed all the hickeys and love bites his master was so fond of.
God. God, okay. Okay, focus.
Black sweater and makeup? He could do his eyes. Did he have time?
He checked his phone and went with the black sweater and a light gray scarf.
Then he sprinted to the gallery, making it in the door with a bare minute to spare.
His boss looked at him over the top of her glasses. “You’re late, Robin.” She always sounded so disapproving, even when she wasn’t admonishing him. He figured she had to be damn unhappy most of the time.
“Sorry, Julie, but I made it.” He offered her a grin. “How was your weekend?”
His had been mind-bending.
She looked like she wanted to yell for a moment; then she smiled back, unbending. “It was pretty good, actually. I sold the last two pieces in the Merimont collection and secured a new artist, who is bringing his stuff in today. It’s going to be a busy week. I expect everything to be in order by Friday morning.”
“Excellent. Busy means the days fly by.” Nothing could ruin his good mood. Stack had offered to take him to lunch, and they were going to meet after work at the Eagle for a workout.
“I like the scarf,” she told him. “Classy without being too much.” Then she nodded at the walls. “It all comes down today. Then you can pack everything up. The borrowed paintings get shipped back, the rest get shipped to their new owners. Oh, the large purple one’s new owner is coming to pick it up. Get that one ready first. I don’t want him to have to wait when he gets here.”
“No problem.” He got to work, one of his earphones in so he had happy tunes filling his head.
He had no idea how long he’d been working when he saw Jim slip in and give him a bit of a wave and a come-here signal before stealing away to a corner where Julie wouldn’t be able to see him.
He hurried over and gave his friend a hug. “Hey, honey! How goes it?”
Jim held on a moment longer before taking a half step backward and bopping his arm. “I’m fine! Which you’d know if you answered your texts! The real question is how are you?”
“I… I’m good. I….” He pulled the scarf off his neck, and Jim gasped.
“You dirty dog!” Jim laughed and hugged him again, then stopped grinning. “Wait. You wanted it, right? These are a good thing?”
“I wanted it. I begged for it.” Robin leaned forward, whispered softly. “He redid my nipples.”
“Eeeee!” Jim pressed his hands to Robin’s chest, eyes going wide, laughter sounding as he felt the nipple rings beneath his sweater. “I’m so happy for you!”
“Thank you! We have things to work out, sure. I mean, seriously. Lots, but we’re trying.”
Jim grabbed his hands and squeezed. “It’s after eleven thirty—go for lunch with me and tell me all about it.”
“Let me see if my master is still coming for lunch, huh?” He knew Stack; if there was something at the zoo, his master would cancel.
“Oh, if you’re meeting him for lunch, I don’t want to get in the way of that. I will tie you down and get the whole story from you at some point, though. I want details!” Jim’s eyes danced. “A drink after work?”
“Lunch….” He looked at his phone and sighed. “Today is great. Panther with a sore paw, you know.” It was for the best. He had a lot to do today, and lunch with Jim would be way faster. “You want to go to that little French bistro? Get the onion soup?”
“God yes!” Jim hugged him tight. “If you can’t go now, I’ll meet you there.”
Robin didn’t figure Julie cared when he took his lunch, as long as the work got done.
“Let me warn the boss, and we’ll go before the big rush.” He found Julie in her office, frowning over a pile of paperwork. “I’m going to lunch. I’ll be back in an hour.”
She waved at him, but that was her only acknowledgment as she stayed focused on the paperwork.
He grabbed his jacket, shrugged it on, and took Jim’s arm. “Let’s go.”
“You okay?” Jim asked, and Robin shrugged.
“It’s his job. It’s important. We just have to find a balance.”
“I’m sorry he cancelled on you, Robby.” Jim gave him a one-armed hug. “But his loss is my gain, you know?”
“Right, and we have a lot to talk about. You first. How was your Halloween party?”
Jim clapped his hands, almost skipping along as he shared all the details on costumes and treats and who showed up with whom, filling the air with happy chatter.
He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been that young.
They got to the restaurant and put in their order at the register, then went and sat at one of the booths. Robin tried not to feel bitter that he was here with Jim instead of Stack.
Balance. That was what they needed.
He had a glass of white wine with his soup, not enough to make him even a little tipsy, but enough to mellow his rough edges. That let him respond to Jim, ask him questions, keep him talking. Be a good friend.
“So, you had a good weekend?”
“We did. We did a scene, made love a lot. I stayed at the house all weekend.”
“I’m so happy for you, honey. I know you’ve been miserable. I mean, you’ve been hiding it well, but I know you’ve missed him a whole lot. And you didn’t try to find somebody new….”
“There’s no one else for me. I know that.” He was better off alone than trying to find someone else.
“Then it’s wonderful that you’re back together.”
Robin knew it wasn’t that simple, though. There was still no guarantee things were going to change, get better.
What if they didn’t? What if…? Christ, he could what-if himself to death. He’d been so happy this morning.
His phone beeped at him, telling him there was a text message. He took a peek, finding a selfie of Stack with his hurt panther. The caption read, all better leaving early will make supper.
we still working out after work or should I head to the house?
still working out will make supper that can stay
warm.
k love you. He grinned and pocketed his phone. “We’re still on for the gym.”
“Must be nice to have a big stud like that showing you the ropes, showing you how to work everything.”
“You know me. I run. My master likes to put me through my paces.” Today would be tough, he’d bet. He hadn’t done weights since they’d broken up.
Jim shivered. “Does he punish you if you can’t do the workouts?” Poor Jim desperately wanted a master. Or at least he thought he did. Robin wasn’t sure he was really a sub. But he’d never tell Jim that—it was the kind of thing you had to figure out yourself.
“No. He never punishes me for trying my best. He’s a fair man.”
“And you’re in love,” Jim said quietly. “I can see it in your face when you talk about him.”
“I am. For better or for worse. I have been since I met him.”
Their food came, and that put an end to their conversation for a while, both of them spooning down their soup and eating the delicious fresh bread that was served with it.
The last thing on earth he wanted to do was go back to work, but Julie would have his head, so he was going to have to be a responsible adult.
He was hoping to get in her good books so that by Friday, when she would no doubt want him to work late, he’d be able to go home on time instead so he could have a good start to his weekend with Stack.
The last thing he needed was an unhappy master.
His phone beeped another text message notification, and he looked, the frivolous, loving little text from his master surprising him. Miss you today, it read, with a picture of a dog—he thought it was a dog—all melted on the ground and looking sad.
He took a selfie of him smiling and sent it back. He was a dork.
Stack sent him back a smiley face with hearts in its eyes. His master really was trying to do things differently this time around.
“Goofball,” Jim whispered.
Robin just nodded. “Yeah, totally.”
It warmed him even more than the soup had, making him feel enthusiastic. Hopeful. It felt good. Real. Like they might make it.
He just hoped the fact that Stack had stood him up for their first lunch date wasn’t a sign of things to come.