Drake looked away, suddenly self-conscious, as if Clover had just gotten wind of secrets Drake didn’t want to reveal. “Well, I… I don’t want to hurt you. You said you don’t like pain, so…”
Clover giggled and kissed Drake again. “Even Boar, he can get so horny he gets ahead of himself. Don’t get me wrong, I like him that way, but you always look out for me. I know it. Even if the others think what you do is for your own selfish pleasure.” He nipped on Drake’s bottom lip and pulled teasingly, sliding his hands to Drake’s neck.
“You don’t think I’m selfish?” Drake whispered, rubbing his thumb along Clover’s angular cheekbone.
“No, you always take your time with me. I feel like I’m the selfish one. Always restrained and pleasured for ages, unable to give much back. I mean, apart from the obvious.” Clover grinned and slid his leg to Drake’s hip.
Drake pulled Clover in until he felt warm breath on his throat. His lungs wouldn’t take in more air than absolutely necessary. “I’m… it excites me to have you bound, but it also makes me feel better.”
Safer. That was the word he should have used, but shame wouldn’t let him. When his partners were in bondage, he wouldn’t be surprised by their touch and embarrass himself by freaking out.
So many years had passed, and he was still nursing old wounds.
The gentle kisses Clover trailed along Drake’s jaw soothed all ailments, even if only for a while. The boy fit so perfectly into his embrace. Like a sweet and sour candy, because he could be both. Tender and angelic when falling asleep in Drake’s arms, but needy and shameless when taking cock after cock.
The things that came out of Clover’s mouth when he was having sex… Drake almost regretted gagging him sometimes, but watching him struggle and drool was far too enticing to pass on.
“I bet this makes you feel better too.” The devil in human skin slid his hand between their bodies and squeezed Drake’s cock through his jeans.
Drake stiffened, surprised by the bold gesture. Clover would usually entice him into sex in a way less direct—with stares or by talking in that deliciously filthy way—and Drake wasn’t sure how to react first. He wasn’t afraid of Clover or worried that the boy would stab him in the back, so what was keeping him back from allowing this kind of touch?
It made sense, even if his head was already raising alarm levels. “I—”
“Mm? Is it bad that I’m in the mood?” Clover nuzzled Drake’s cheek. “I love everything about your body.”
Drake swallowed. The way he felt about his body varied from day to day. There was only one bit of it he loathed regardless—the brand of Apollo’s ownership. He’d been marked, like a product in a supermarket aisle, so buyers would know they owned quality merchandise. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I guess I don’t work like most people. I find it hard to open up.”
“It’s okay. I might be all bubbly, but you’ve known me long enough to know that there’s much more to me. Yeah, I like to laugh and make jokes and all that, but there’s bits of me I didn’t think I’d ever show anyone.” Clover started rocking against Drake’s hip, so unbearably available it would’ve been a sin not to squeeze his ass, so Drake moved his hand across the angular hip and cupped Clover’s buttock, which had filled up since they met. It was more packed with muscle now, just like the rest of that pale body Drake longed for every day.
“I know. You don’t mind that I’m… different. I think you get it,” Drake said, nuzzling Clover’s cheek as the light played with his bright hair.
Clover laughed and squeezed Drake’s crotch again, reminding Drake that the boy had been holding his hand there for a while. “You know me. I’m pretty err… open-minded. Also, you’re ridiculously hot and played hard to get for far too long.”
Drake’s lips pulsed with the need to kiss, and he wouldn’t deny himself, rolling on top of Clover slowly enough for the boy to keep his hand where it was. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d allowed someone to touch him so freely. Clover’s touch was so gentle, so thoughtful, that he found himself leaning into it and rocking his hips against his palm while their lips moved together in a lazy dance.
Clover slid his other hand into Drake’s hair, and closed his eyes, trusting and unafraid. He made the prettiest picture. Earlier that day, he’d shown that he could be alert, that he could fight, that he could kill, yet with Drake he was still the same horny little marshmallow who’d let his men manhandle him and asked for more.
Drake was still unsure, even though Clover’s gentleness already put Drake’s heart in that pale, beautiful hand. “Do you like this more than being tied up?”
Clover looked at Drake with eyes conveying so much affection. “I like a lot of things. I like variety. I love when you tie me up. It feels like I don’t have to worry about a thing. You take away all past and present, and let me be in the moment. You’re sexy when you’re in control. But I also like you this way and sometimes fantasize about you
fucking me just like this. Hard and fast, but with my hands on you, in your hair, against your skin.”
Drake swallowed, his gaze meeting Clover’s head-on despite invisible hands trying to pull him somewhere under the surface, where the glow of Clover’s adoration couldn’t keep him warm. “This… this is scary to me.”
“It’s okay. I like you whichever way. Even if you’re not in the mood, that’s okay too. But not gonna lie, I’m pretty horny for you right now.” Clover arched his hips under Drake, making his erection obvious.
Drake choked up, but he swallowed the discomfort and cupped Clover’s face, holding him still for a deep kiss that set off fireworks in his head. He wanted to fulfill Clover’s dreams, give him everything he deserved. “You know I’m always horny for you. I want to eat you whole.”
Clover parted his legs under Drake, allowing him to settle between. “I’m yours anytime.”
“Me too. I’m yours too, I mean,” Drake said, taking in the pristine image of Clover’s face surrounded by a halo of milky white hair. His skin was hot, yet needle-pricks of cold kept assaulting him in warning. His stomach felt tight, and so did his muscles, body prepared to run, but he also knew Clover would never hurt him. He could trust Clover.
“Oh, really? I can just come up to you, say I want dick and you’ll provide?” Clover winked at him and squeezed his thighs around Drake’s hips. The gesture brought their cocks together, and Drake moaned, clutching Clover’s hair.
“And this is my cue? You want it now?” he asked, rocking his hips in search of pleasure as his cock stiffened inside his jeans.
Clover bucked against him with a little moan. “I don’t want it. I need it.”
Drake needed this too. He needed to let Clover in. He’d been inside his shell of comfort for so long that he no longer even questioned its validity, but Clover was luring him out bit by bit. Pushed by the need to see more of Clover’s porcelain body, he hastily pushed up the T-shirt he wore for sleeping.
Clover gasped but was eager to get the fabric off, revealing the creamy expanse of his chest and the nipples Drake so loved to tease, because they made Clover’s reactions so raw. He’d explored every sensitive spot on Clover’s body, but despite loving bondage, maybe he didn’t need it to have Clover pliant and available.
Maybe not every time. Maybe sometimes, when he didn’t feel like having a long session, they could just fuck, without Drake’s fears holding him back?
Maybe he could let Clover touch him when he was at his most vulnerable and wouldn’t watch his back any longer?
He grabbed Clover’s wrists and pinned them above his head, pushing his lips against the pulsing artery hiding beneath that perfect skin. “We both need it then.”
Clover gasped, his heart drumming against Drake’s chest. How was it even possible that they’d found each other? Drake quickly dismissed the thought because it led to a bitter conclusion that it was thanks to Tank. So many times before they’d gotten together, Tank had suggested to Drake that Clover was worth a shot. He’d
been right. But that didn’t mean Tank was right always, or about everything.
But about Clover, he had been.
Clover groaned. “Get me out of those pants…”
Drake laughed, more relaxed with every passing second. He unzipped his jeans and kicked them off before removing his T-shirt as well. In just his underwear, he leaned over Clover, digging under the waistband of his pajama pants, not yet revealing the cock tenting the thin fabric. “Or what?”
“Or I’m gonna stain them.” He stared at Drake, licking his lips.
So needy. It was both sexy and endearing. So many times Drake had watched Clover eagerly spread his legs open for Tank without a hint of restraint yet still so pliant and submissive.
He wanted that.
A tug was enough to pull the garment lower and free Clover’s erection, so he sucked it in without further ado, moaning when the tip slid into his throat. He loved how it felt to have a man’s cock so deep inside his mouth, and the fresh flavor of soap that clung to Clover’s skin only made the experience better.
The boy gasped, and when his fingers curled in Drake’s hair, they caused no fear and triggered no bad memories. All that mattered was the here and now with Clover. Skin to skin.
He pushed one arm under Clover to keep his lips close at all times, but the other already moved down his own boxer shorts. For the briefest moment, his brain led him on to believe someone was creeping behind him, using the distraction of the pretty boy in Drake’s arms, but he knew it was a grim fantasy. He was safe. And Clover would never betray him.
Clover loved him like no one had before.
He only let the damp cock go when Clover’s thighs started to tremble, and he grinned, holding his boy still when Clover moaned, begging for release.
“Too soon. You’re mine to enjoy, remember?”
Clover panted, legs as open as the expression on his face. “Just between us? You give the best head.”
Pride was like a golden wreath placed on Drake’s head by Clover’s nimble hands, and he grinned, pulling on Clover’s legs to drag him over the mattress. “I’m happy you finally admit it. Though I wish I could tell everyone. Drake. The master of bondage. The master of blowjobs,” he said, blindly reaching to his travel bag.
Clover’s stomach moved up and down fast with his every breath. It used to be softer, now while still slim, the muscles had definition. “I wouldn’t want the secret to get out. You’re mine.”
Drake scowled. “I’m not sucking their dicks.”
Clover laughed, and his cock bobbed back and forth, stiff and ready for attention. “The line would reach down the block if anyone found out.”
Drake stilled, for a moment torn out of their pleasure-soaked cocoon. “Too much,” he said and lowered his face to Clover’s chest, rubbing the fresh sweat into flesh with his own face. This was what he needed to focus on. Clover and his spread thighs, his open invitation. Whatever happened between them, he wanted Clover to always know how honored Drake felt over Clover wanting him so much.
Clover covered his face with his hands. “Ugh. I’m sorry. I guess that’s why you gag me,” he muttered, but his hips never stopped rocking against Drake.
Drake nodded and shut his boy up by thrusting his tongue down his throat. Lust-soaked dreams danced at the edges of Drake’s mind, but all he needed was right there, thrashing under him. Each touch, rub, each twist of hands on flesh fueled excitement, and by the time Drake found the lube, he wanted to squeeze it straight into Clover and follow it with his dick.
Only he wouldn’t. He needed to relax Clover first, regardless of how painfully it might twist his balls. Fortunately, Clover was a horny little minx and spread his legs in invitation when Drake put slippery fingers between his buttocks. Just the thought of that tight body swallowing his cock soon had Drake’s self-control on the verge of failing.
Most times, he would have had Clover restrained in some way while doing this, but he relished the freshness of this experience. As he pushed his fingers through the sphincter, Clover stroked his nape and arm, eventually raising his legs as well, to give Drake better access.
Drake bit his lip when the hole relaxed around his two fingers while remaining so fantastically tight. Clover’s dick was a dark pink, and his shaved balls looked so tasty above the place where they were joined, but when Drake’s gaze trailed up the flushed chest, to Clover’s face, he met the intense stare of blue eyes.
He felt singled out by the bright light of Clover’s attention. Worthy of touching him. Worthy of his time. Loved.
He leaned in and kissed him, trying to move his fingers around, because his dick was throbbing for that hole.
“I want it now,” Clover rasped, never breaking eye contact as he played with Drake’s hair. “I like it when it feels almost too thick.” The way his thighs tensed around Drake’s sides gave him goosebumps. If Clover wanted a rough ride, Drake could most certainly oblige.
“Do you now? And there I was thinking you were made of porcelain,” he said, sucking on Clover’s tempting lip. This was his opening. He needed Clover. Only this could stifle Drake’s bloodlust tonight.
Climbing on top, he folded Clover in two, eyes still fixed on the serene expression on that lovely face. When his dick kissed the slick hole, the temptation to push on was almost too great, but he waited and went slow, watching his lover in case it was too much.
For the first time ever when they fucked, as his cock sank into the glorious heat of Clover’s body, the boy’s hands were free to hug him Clover enveloped Drake with his arms, kissing his lips, arching his hips up to take more cock. So eager, so alive and welcoming despite knowing Drake so well. Clover wasn’t just hot for Drake’s body. He loved their connection, and it brought sex to a whole new level.
Warmth radiated off Clover and trailed into Drake’s body, chasing away any cold left, and claiming him for the boy. Drake rested his burning forehead against Clover’s but wouldn’t close his eyes, even though up close everything was a blur. With warm arms holding him safe, he started thrusting into the tight heat that always welcomed him in a way no one else had. It was pure honesty, pure desire. An experience he already wanted to repeat.
Clover didn’t hold back and moaned with each of Drake’s thrusts. It made Drake realize that he’d never fucked this way before. He’d never had a lover cling to him, open and loving. He wasn’t just fucking Clover, he was claiming him. Clover was here with him, body and soul, his lips whispering about his love for Drake between one gasp and another as he rocked back on Drake’s cock.
It was perfect. Perfect in a different way than the beauty of a helpless man in bondage. There was no barrier and no control. Only sensation and emotion driving two bodies powerless against the force of nature that pushed them together.
He came with his face buried in that lovely neck, and as his cum erupted inside Clover’s pliant body, his lover still held him close, as if he wanted to show gratitude.
“I love you,” Clover said again, his legs holding Drake as tightly as his arms. Drake had no doubt about Clover’s sincerity. The bond they shared could not be broken. After all he’d been through, life granted Drake this new chance at a future. First with Tank, now with Clover. Maybe he’d had to wait so long because years ago, he wouldn’t have been ready to accept the feelings of such an angel.
Emotion ran through Drake’s veins in its rawest state, and when Clover cupped his face, watching him with pure adoration, words came out of his mouth so quietly he worried they’d been inaudible.
“I love you, Clover.”
The massive grin on Clover’s face was like sunshine glimmering off snow. “If you love me, suck me off.”
Drake groaned and let his forehead fall to Clover’s breastbone. “I’m serious, you dick!”
“Me too!” Clover let out a raspy laugh but cradled Drake’s head to his chest. His heartbeat was a quick, steady rhythm under Drake’s ear. He had this way of making things comfortable where others could provoke awkwardness.
> Drake shook his head, but kissed Clover’s lips one last time before descending on his cock like a thirsty man. He grabbed it and rolled his split tongue around the head before swallowing the length halfway and hollowing his cheeks around it. Full of Drake’s own cum, Clover was very close—hot, trembling and in need for release. Drake would not make him wait.
The slender thighs tightened around his face, but Drake wouldn’t stop until cum shot to the back of his throat.
He loved it. Loved how warm it was. How it tasted.
He loved his boy and would do anything to keep him safe.
Even go against their friends.
Clover lay in the sheets, panting. “You… I…”
Drake was proud to see Clover couldn’t even put a sentence together.
But he also knew what had to be done now. If Apollo was after Clover, then he needed to be eliminated. And what better chance could they have in the future? The right decision was clear as day.
“I’m going to kill him for you. And for me,” Drake whispered, crawling up Clover’s body with the taste of his boy’s cum still lingering on his tongue.
Blue eyes met his with complete understanding. “That man needs to go. For you. And for me,” he repeated. “Tonight?”
“Tonight.”
Chapter 10 – Clover
Clover hated being insubordinate to Tank, but there was no other way. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. Once it was all over, they’d have the necessary closure, and Tank would come around eventually. But if Drake said the opportunity was there, they needed to strike. Now.
Clover did want Apollo gone for his own sake, but he couldn’t even begin to understand the extent of the trauma Drake’s been through, and that man, the same man who was now after Clover, was at the center of it all. He needed to die, for both their sakes.
Clover’s heart beat furiously as he took step after careful step along the corridor that smelled of lavender. In the dark, he let his sense of touch guide him, and was glad that the floor was resin, not wood, and didn’t produce much sound under his weight.
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