Little Square of Cloth

by Sean Michael

  Rupert flicked his tongue across the tip of Peter’s nipple, over and over. His body tightened, so hard that he shook. Humming, Rupert tugged his nipple, then the other.

  “You make me want to scream, so hard.” It seemed almost too big not to.

  Giving his nipple a light nip, Rupert came off it and grinned up at him. “Go ahead.”

  “What?”

  “Go ahead and scream. I don’t want you to hold back.”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes.”

  At his words, Rupert went back to sucking, picking his other nipple this time.

  Peter moaned, his spine arching up toward the chest. As he sucked, Rupert dragged his fingers along Peter’s abdomen, putting a warmth in his belly. Christ, yes. Please. He was going out of his mind. He needed that touch on his cock. He really, really did.

  Rupert’s wrist brushed the tip of his cock. His hips rolled up, nudging his prick harder.

  “Oh, pushy, pushy boy.” Rupert sounded amused rather than upset.

  “Yes. You make me need.”

  “Fantastic.” Rupert took hold of his cock, fingers wrapping tightly around it.

  Peter’s eyes crossed, his focus on his needy cock.

  Thumb working his tip, Rupert manipulated him slowly, the drag of Rupert’s hand so unlike jacking himself. His toes curled, eyes rolling. Rupert stroked him for a few moments, then Rupert’s hands slid down to play with Peter’s balls.

  That was... new. Unusual. Odd. Weird.

  Then Rupert slid down his body and licked at his sac, tongue so hot.

  “Sir?” Peter’s legs spread, like they had a mind of their own.

  “Just feel boy -- I know what I’m doing.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Oh, God.

  His legs were pushed farther apart, Rupert’s hands on his inner thighs, opening them wide. His inner thighs protested, but he spread, moaning low. Rupert nuzzled his balls with his nose and licked beyond them. Peter stilled, eyes wide, the world seeming to stop still.

  “Easy, boy,” murmured Rupert, before licking from the back of his balls to his hole in one long swipe.

  A soft keening left him. He could feel Rupert’s smile against his skin, then Rupert slid his tongue along Peter’s skin again, flicking back and forth across his hole.

  He. It. That. Oh. Oh, God. Each lick felt better than the last, and his thoughts shattered, his body screaming with pleasure.

  The next thing he knew, Rupert’s tongue was pushing into him. Into. Him. He did scream, then, a breathy, thin thing with no breath behind it.

  In and out, Rupert tongue-fucked him; he never dreamed anything could feel like this. He wanted to turn on hands and knees, push back like a whore and beg. He couldn’t, though. Rupert’s hands were still pressed against his inner thighs, keeping him in place.

  “Please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for.

  Rupert stroked his thighs, the touch gentle, and his legs began to tremble, his cock leaving wet kisses on his belly.

  “Gonna get you ready for my cock, boy.”

  Peter nodded. He couldn’t think of anything else to do. He wanted Rupert inside him so badly he burned.

  Rupert moved, almost leaving the bed to open the drawer in his bedside table. Peter reached out, moaning. Please. Please, don’t leave me.

  Rupert grabbed his hand and twined their fingers together. Oh, yes. He held on.

  “You’re doing well, boy. Really well.”

  “Thank you, Sir. This is... I need you.”

  “I’m right here. And I’m going to be right here the entire way.”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes.” His breath slowed, Rupert’s gaze easing him.

  Fingers squeezing his, Rupert grabbed a tube and moved again to kneel between his legs.

  Peter spread wider and bent his knees. “Like this?”

  “Yes. I want to be able to see your face while we make love.”

  Peter almost shot, just from those words alone.

  Making sure Peter could see, Rupert slicked up his fingers. Peter’s body rocked, sliding on the sheets, eyes on Rupert’s prick.

  Groaning, Rupert watched him. “You’re so ready for this. So ready to be mine.”

  “Yes. Yes, please.” Even if it hurt.

  Reaching down, Rupert pressed a finger against his hole. Peter immediately bore down and took it in.

  “Eager.” Rupert looked pleased, and that finger pressed in deep.

  He was; he wanted to feel it all.

  Rupert moved his finger in and out, warming him from his hole outward. It didn’t hurt at all. Didn’t even feel odd -- he’d fingered himself before. After a few moments, Rupert pushed a second one in with the first. It wasn’t until the third pressed in that Peter felt a real stretch, a burn. Rupert wasn’t just fucking him with those fingers, he was spreading them apart.

  Then he was touching Peter’s prostate. Peter shuddered, his entire body waking up. Looking pleased, Rupert touched him there again, then once more.

  “I...I...” Lord. Lord, please.

  “Don’t fight it, Peter. Just go with it.”

  He nodded, swallowing over and over, just sobbing with it.

  “I think you’re ready, boy.” Rupert’s fingers slid out of him, his hole suddenly empty.

  Peter nodded, shook his head, and then nodded again.

  “You are,” Rupert insisted, covering his cock with a condom.

  “Please. I need to know.” Peter did. He needed so badly.

  “You will, I promise.”

  Rupert settled between his legs and lifted them up, settling his ankles on Rupert’s shoulders. Oh, God. That was perverse as hell.

  He felt the amazing heat of Rupert’s cock against his hole. His breath caught in his chest, and he waited. Rupert moved slowly, like a glacier pushing into a valley. The tip barely spread him, opened him so slowly, and Rupert’s gaze held his as he continued to push in.

  The pressure made Peter’s lips part, made his toes curl. It got even bigger as Rupert kept sinking deeper.

  He sucked in a deep, deep breath, trying to make room inside him.

  Nodding, Rupert smiled. “That’s right, boy. Let it happen.”

  “Need to make room.”

  “There’s room.”

  He hoped so. Peter really did. He didn’t think Rupert would ever stop moving into him. Rupert was so big, so thick and heavy, stretching him.

  Finally Rupert stopped moving, all the way inside him.

  “I...You’re everywhere.” Was it always like this?

  “I’m inside you.” Smiling down at him, Rupert began to move, pulling slowly outward, before pushing back in again. A desperate sound escaped Peter, hungry and needy and raw. “Just go with it,” Rupert reminded him, continuing to slide inside him.

  “Go with it... Sir.”

  “I’m right here with you. So tight. So hot. So good.”

  Peter reached up and touched Rupert’s face. Rupert turned and kissed his palm, then met his eyes again. It felt like he was the center of Rupert’s world. Like he was home.

  Rupert shifted slightly, and his whole body lit up. He cried out, burning inside. Groaning, Rupert pushed in again, then again, sending pleasure shooting through him.

  “Again! Master, please! Again!”

  “And again and again.” Rupert was as good as his word, pushing into him over and over.

  The fire raged inside him, and he bore down.

  Thrusting faster, Rupert ramped things up, the pleasure growing impossibly large. This... he hadn’t known. But he did now. Now he would never forget.

  Rupert wrapped that big hand around his cock and held him. His prick slid along Rupert’s palm with every push into him. There wasn’t a lot of pressure, but the friction was delicious. And added to the touches to that spot inside him... Christ, it w
as making his whole body sing.

  Gibberish fell out of his lips, pleasure stealing his sense.

  Through it all, Rupert’s gaze held his, that focus laser-sharp and keeping him right there. Soon. Soon. He moaned, trying to warn, to beg.

  “You’re allowed to come,” Rupert told him, hand tightening around his cock.

  It didn’t take any time, no time at all, before Peter screamed, his orgasm slamming through him.

  “Yes!” Rupert shouted, hips still pumping, and the single word rang out, echoing through the room.

  It was a half-dozen more thrusts before Rupert cried out again and froze. Oh. Oh, he’d done that. He’d made Rupert come.

  Rupert collapsed onto him and nuzzled into his neck, breath hot on his skin. Oh, God. He took a deep breath, eyes hot.

  “Mmm. So good, boy.” With those words, Rupert began to pull out.

  Peter’s body tightened, clenched on Rupert’s prick.

  “Fuck.” Rupert jerked. “Gotta come out, boy. The condom.” Rupert reached down and pulled off the condom as soon as he came out. “We’ll get tested boy, and when we get rid of the rubbers, I’ll be able to stay inside for round two.”

  Oh. Oh. Rupert wanted to do it again.

  Leaning away for a moment, Rupert disposed of the condom, then came back and tugged him in close. “Was it good, boy? Your first time?”

  His lips parted and he tried to form words, but he only managed to nod. Rupert seemed happy with his answer, if that smile was anything to go by.

  “Stay the night?” Rupert asked him.

  “Please. Please, yes.”

  “Good.” Rupert cleaned him up and tugged the covers up over them. “I’m glad I’ve found you.”

  “Yeah. I... It’s better than the best fantasy.”

  Rupert’s hand spread over his belly. “Thank you.”

  “I’m so glad it was you.”

  “Me, too. And I hate to say it, but I’m glad your so-called friend was such an asshole to you.”

  “Next time I go to a club, you’ll have to check my butt.” His own words made him start to giggle.

  “Next time you go to a club, you’ll be mine.” There was a growl in Rupert’s voice that cut right through him.

  “Yes, Master.” Peter didn’t doubt it. He was already Rupert’s, balls to bones.

  “Good. Sleep. You’re going to need to be fresh in the morning.” It sounded like a promise.

  “Yes, Sir.” He couldn’t wait.

  ***

  Rupert walked into the Whip and Whistle, taking everything in as he looked around. It was hopping tonight. Of course it was sub night, so all the Doms had come out to scope out the twinks and other boys who were looking for someone.

  He was looking for someone himself. Someone specific.

  His gaze soon found the black hankie tucked into the back of a pair of tight jeans encasing the sweetest ass known to man. There was his boy.

  Peter was having an easier time fending off the Doms now, too. Of course a year as Rupert’s boy had brought a new confidence. Peter knew where he belonged. To whom he belonged.

  Rupert muscled his way between Peter and Rick, who was trying to convince Peter to have a cocktail.

  “Hello, boy.”

  “Master.” Peter gave him a grin, and his sweet, hungry, pushy boy leapt at him.

  He wrapped his arms around Peter, and gave his boy a sound kiss. “Happy Anniversary, boy.”

  “Happy Anniversary, Master.” Peter was all smiles, confident and happy. That confidence was sexy as hell.

  “Let’s let a couple of beers and see if we can find a booth.” His hand slid down along Peter’s ass, and he tugged the hankie out of Peter’s right pocket.

  Peter blinked at him, then grinned. “My, my, what is that?”

  “It means you’re a sub who’s up for anything.”

  “Anything my Master asks of me,” Peter corrected.

  “Anything? Because I have a lot of ideas. Things to make you scream.” Things they hadn’t done yet even.

  “Anything, Master. I trust you.”

  Someone jostled them. “Oh, sorry, man.” It really was busy tonight -- wall to wall people.

  Rupert put an arm around his boy. “You know what? Let’s skip the beer and go home and make each other scream instead.”

  “Sounds absolutely perfect, Master. I’ve got all weekend free.”

  “Then we’d better not miss a second.” He offered his boy his arm.

  Peter took it, lips brushing his jaw. “Lead the way.”

  “Always.”

  They left the bar, and he took his beautiful bottom home.