by Romilly King
Having Ash and Richard babysit him had made his mood even sourer. They were still so goofy in love and all Brio had was a Venditor Ash had procured for him to make him feel better.
Brio felt tears sting his eyes.
He just wanted to know that Painter desired him – no scratch that – he wanted tangible proof that Painter desired him, real stiff, hard, erect and coming tangible proof.
His phoned flashed a warning at him that the front door had been unlocked and Brio hastily rolled over onto his stomach and feigned an afternoon nap when Painter made his way into the living room.
“Hey,” Brio felt Painter’s warm hand on his arm, “You okay?”
Brio grunted.
“You tired?”
“Yes,” Brio rolled over again onto his back,
Painter’s ridiculous blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at Brio, “You look like a grumpy bear,” he bopped Brio on the nose, “Why are you so tired,”
“Late night,”
“If you couldn’t sleep you could have called me,”
Brio blew out a breath, “It was too late,”
“What time?”
“Nearly 3 am,”
“What kept you awake until that time?”
Brio rolled his eyes, “It happens, the problem is that 10.30 pm is exactly one minute before 2.30 am,”
Painter looked thoroughly confused.
“You know how it goes,” Brio said, “I looked at the clock at 10.30 and I thought, okay, one more game online then bed but I lost the game and then I started rambling around the web and I saw this link on Pornhub and the next thing I know it’s 2.30 am and I’ve just beaten off to a dwarf in shibari with a plug up his ass suspended over a guy who gets off from licking his feet.”
“Yeah, that happens to me all the time,”
“Exactly,” Brio hauled himself out of the jaws of comfort that was his sofa, “Want a coffee?”
“Why not,” said Painter and followed Brio to the kitchen.
Serving Painter his favorite coffee made the itch inside Brio worse. He ground his teeth, if a tiny service towards his Dom sent him spinning then he needed more. To date the spankings had helped, the shibari had really helped, but long term it wasn’t enough and he needed to know that he turned Painter on as much as Painter turned him on. He needed this to be a thing for both of them.
Oh well, Brio thought with his usual shit or bust attitude, time to roll the brat out.
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“Ready for your evening routine?” Painter asked politely when they had finished watching an old episode of Buffy – the singing one, Brio loved it; sue him, and that kiss at the end, sexual tension released, so hot.
“Love the euphemism man,” Brio snarked, “Can’t we say spanking today?” He pushed a barefoot at Painter’s leg, giving him an annoying little kick, “Not man enough to say the S word,”
“Man enough to deliver it,” Painter replied evenly,
Brio rolled his eyes, “I’m not feeling it tonight man, think I’ll skip it,” He climbed off the sofa and stretched, making sure Painter got a good eyeful of his abs and sharp hip bones when his t-shirt rode up, “
“Really,” Painter’s tone was stoney.
“Yeah, think I’ll go have a shower, have some me time,” he winked at Painter, “Get an early night without a sore ass for a change, it tends to put me off my stroke if you know what I mean,”
He strolled towards the door to his room, counting slowly in his head, he got to five before he heard Painter throw himself off the sofa.
Expecting the hand that landed on his shoulder Brio twirled away and danced out of Painter’s reach, “If you want to spank me tonight, Sir,” he stretched the Sir out insultingly, “You are going to have to catch me, let’s see if you’re man enough for that,”
The responding flash in Painter’s dark blue eyes was all the notice Brio had before Painter was after him. The game was on.
Painter didn’t say a word as he stalked Brio through the house. He attempted to corner Brio and when that failed he aimed for short bursts of speed and lightning fast grabs which Brio twisted out of with mocking laughter.
It was like being chased by the Terminator Brio thought as he took the stairs to the playroom level three at time and Painter silently and relentlessly trailed him.
He realized the playroom might have been a mistake when it became apparent that there were a lot fewer options for escape if Painter cornered him, but then the intent hadn’t been to escape forever.
It was still a shock to his system when Painter feinted right, Brio went left, and Painter body-slammed him into the wall.
He grunted with the force of Painter’s weight and the next second Painter had his hand around Brio’s throat and was hauling him up to look him in the eyes, “Not in the mood, Brio?” Painter growled, “What a shame,”
“Fuck you,” Brio figured he must have some sort of death wish because Painter’s pupils blew wide and his hand tightened around Brio’s throat. Then Painter was kissing him, biting at his lips, growling, and for a moment it was amazing and then Painter seemed to realize what he was doing.
“Shit,” Painter let Brio go and backed up; he shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face.
No, thought Brio, not happening, that was about to be awesome.
“Hey,” Brio whispered, his voice low and careful as he stepped up close enough to Painter that the man could catch him again if he tried. “It’s all right. It’s only you and me here. There’s no one here to judge you.”
Painter let out a snort and ran a hand through his hair, he couldn’t quite meet Brio’s eyes.
“I’m here to judge me,” he admitted, quietly, “And look, what I mean is, I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Brio smiled, understanding, and just a bit sympathetic, too.
He touched two fingers to Painter’s cheek and pressed in.
“This is foreplay,” he whispered, “We’re just playing, yes? To get us both in the mood. I’m not asking you to hurt me. You only need to catch me, and then I’ll be all yours, and you can do whatever you want to me. Is that okay? Or do you prefer we get right to the action?”
And for a hot moment Brio can see Painter is tempted to say yes.
Except.
You’re gonna have to win me, he thought to himself, I’ve waited too long for this, I need the fight.
“Try again?” Painter suggested, he touched Brio’s fingers where they rested on his face. “I don’t want to give up on the first hurdle.”
“There’s that fighting spirit,” Brio lilted, amused now, and stepped even closer. “I like that. I only have two requests.”
“Yeah?” Painter said, he swallowed hard.
“Bind me,” Brio whispered into Painter’s ear. “When you catch me, if you catch me, even if it’s just my hands. I need you to do that for me. And when you fuck me…” Painter shuddered when Brio leaned in and touched his cheek with the flick of his tongue. “If you fuck me, if I’m good enough, I need you to fuck me hard.”
… Yeah, that.
That did it.
Painter lunged for him but Brio was gone before he could get a solid grip on him.
Brio had always been fast on his feet and with the adrenalin pumping in his system, he led Painter a chase.
His fatal mistake was in underestimating how flexible Painter was and how determined he was by then. One minute Brio was grinning feral and taunting from the other side of the spanking bench to Painter, the next Painter had side vaulted over the bench, kicked Brio’s feet out from under him and pinned him to the padded floor.
Painter’s larger body pressed Brio into the floor and his mouth was hot and biting on Brio’s neck, “Oh yeah,” Brio gasped out as Painter rolled him onto his stomach and held him down with his hips pressed to Brio’s buttocks.
“You wanted to be tied?”
“Yeah,”
“I’ll tie you,”
“Go for it, give me what you’v
e got,”
Brio nearly swooned when Painted manhandled him to his feet. He never should have underestimated the Dom, he rarely showed his strength but it was there all right, “Let’s play,” Painter’s voice was a hoarse growl and he stripped Brio between bruising kisses.
Within minutes Painter had Brio naked – he hadn’t been wearing much anyway – and had walked him back to the spanking bench. Brio felt the hard edge of it against his naked ass, the leather cool and he moaned in anticipation.
“Colour?” Painter held Brio’s wrists in one huge hand and a solid grip on his hair with the other, one thick thigh was pressed between Brio’s.
“Green,” Brio moaned and rutted against Painter’s thigh.
Painter pressed Brio back onto the bench and in a single swift movement slid to the side, pulled Brio’s arms over his head, and slid him up and onto the bench on his back. He manhandled Brio until his head was hanging over the end of the bench and swiftly cuffed his wrists to the legs of the bench. Brio felt the blood rush to his head – what blood that hadn’t already taken up residence in his groin - and he panted heavily before he spread his legs to let Painter cuff his ankles to the other end of the bench.
If Brio wanted to watch whatever is was Painter was going to do to him it is going to be a struggle in this position. Brio was pretty sure it would be worth the effort.
When Painter started to undress Brio’s nearly started to cry. Finally, finally, he was going to see his Dom naked.
Painter, fully naked, all long lines of muscle and tanned skin, strode over to the cupboard and spent a moment selecting what he wanted before he returned with a tube of lube and a slim vibrator in his hands.
Brio was being driven mad by the fact that he couldn’t get a good long look at Painter’s body, the position he was in forced him to hang back over the bench and Painter was, deliberately he felt, keeping out of his direct line of sight to tease his sub.
The first touch of Painter’s fingers between his legs made Brio moan. Painter ignored his hard cock and instead used the perfect position he had arranged Brio in to get his fingers working against the rim of Brio’s hole.
Turned out Painter was an evil tease. He moved his finger in and out of Brio’s hole with shallow thrusts, occasionally, very occasionally, he leaned forward and flicked the crown of Brio’s cock with his tongue. Brio sighed and moaned, tugged at his restraints, and wiggled his ass as best he could. He wanted more, but not more for himself, more for Painter. He didn’t understand why Painter would pleasure him but not the reverse, that was his job as a sub and he wanted to do his job.
Painter finally slipped two digits deeper inside Brio, sweeping them around until he located Brio’s prostate, and Brio arched right up off the bench from the long press of fingers against him. “That was impressive, for being tied up,” Painter spoke for the first time and Brio moaned, doing his best to rock down onto Painter’s fingers but getting nowhere. “Now, now,” Painter scolded, “Patience. Or at least tell me what you want.”
“Want you, Sir,” Brio moaned throatily and strained to lift his head to see Painter. He was surprised and delighted to see that Painter, standing tall and unashamed at the foot of the bench, was fully hard and that his hand was automatically moving to provide some relieving pressure on his cock.
God his cock was beautiful, “You’re hard, Sir,” Brio babbled, “You’re hard and you’re beautiful,”
Painter’s cock was in perfect proportion to his lean 6 foot 3 frame. Brio had seen a lot of cocks in his time are they weren’t all this perfect, far from it.
Painter was waxed, his groin bare of hair to show off his size and heft. The skin of his cock was tanned golden apart from the head which was flushed and, dear god, glistening with pre-come.
“It’s not for you Brio,” Painter warned as he stroked himself, his face stoic.
“Argh," Brio moaned and let his head fall back, “Sir, please, give me your fingers then. Please touch me again, ple—” His rambling was cut off by another moan as Painter obliged, pushing two fingers inside again and giving Brio the pressure he asked for.
“You like that? That’s good because I have more to give you.” For a moment Brio hoped for flesh but then Painter swapped his fingers for the lubed-up vibrator, turning it on and angling it so that it rested directly against Brio’s prostate.
Brio’s cock was rock-hard and when he flexed his abs and managed another look down his own body he could see it flushed and practically begging for a touch. He rutted his hips as much as he could but the bindings were secure and despite Brio’s well-known contortionism, he couldn’t move far.
He could feel Painter’s gaze on him and when he opened his eyes Painter was watching him. From the look on his face, he was enjoying the writhing and the sounds that were escaping from Brio’s mouth.
Brio felt the vibrator slipping from his twitching hole, “Be still,” Painter ordered. He reached down and adjusted the vibrator so that it was further in and tight against Brio’s prostate.
Brio shuddered and tried to keep still and then Painter rounded the bench towards his head and Brio’s main thought was to get closer to that cock.
Brio’s neck and shoulders were killing him, the strain of lifting his head to watch Painter was wearing him out. He let his head fall back for a brief moment as Painter neared him. He licked his lips and gazed up at the Dom and then Painter reached out and slid a hand beneath his head, supporting him.
“Is this what you want?” Painter asked as he carefully tipped Brio’s head to the side and using his free hand to grasp his cock brought it closer to Brio’s lips.
Brio could smell him, the hot musk of his body, the salty ocean scent of his precome, the cinnamon notes of his body wash. He stuck his tongue out and strained towards Painter’s cock only to whimper softly when he found it out of reach.
The buzzing in his ass was an incessant counterpoint to the flexing of his hole and his body was drenched in sweat but Brio wanted more, he wanted that beautiful smooth steel silk skin on his tongue and in his throat.
“Please, Sir,” he begged, “Just one taste, I promise I’ll be good,”
“Oh baby, what do you want a little taste of?” Painter’s voice was deeper now, more commanding than Brio had heard it before and his blue eyes glinted. When he let go of his cock it stayed upright, bobbing close to Brio’s face, just out of reach.
Brio felt fingers that a moment ago were wrapped around Painter’s cock press against his lips and he opened his mouth obediently.
Painter pressed three fingers into his mouth, stretching his lips obscenely and Brio felt his eyes roll back in his head at the taste of Painter on his tongue.
Brio took what Painter gave him, breathing through his nose and relaxing his throat as Painter pumped his fingers in and out of his mouth. Between the confirmation that Painter wanted him, the stimulation of his prostate, and the taste of Painter in his mouth Brio was slipping away to where he needed to be.
“Good boy, such a good boy,” Painter pulled his fingers from his mouth and Brio gasped, then Painter fisted both hands into Brio’s hair and crouching down he kissed him, his tongue surging into Brio’s mouth, his taste even more intense and intimate exploding on Brio’s taste buds, “I will take you,” he growled into Brio’s mouth, “I want to take you, my beautiful boy,”
“Please, please,” Brio’s voice was slurred, his body already so close to the edge.
Painter kicked the quick release switch on the cuffs and reaching down dragged the vibrator out of Brio’s ass. Brio howled at the sensation and the loss.
Painter was between his legs, Brio’s legs were free and Painter hauled him down the bench by his hips until his ass hung over the edge. Brio saw Painter look down, he saw the hunger on his face as he lined himself up with Brio’s twitching hole and then he was pressing forward, sliding into him in one long, burning stretch. Fuck he was big, and it hurt and Brio was in heaven, his body impaled on his Dom’s cock.
“Oh
God,” Brio looked up and his eyes locked with Painter’s. Painter looked wrecked, his mouth hung open and he panted, the muscles of his shoulders and neck were pumped up, the veins throbbing. With a monumental effort, Painter got himself under control before he hooked an arm under Brio’s knee and hefted it up, opening him up more and holding him just where he wanted him.
“Colour?” Painter ground out,
“Green, oh God Painter, green, give it to me,”
Painter’s hips slammed forward and Brio screamed in joy.
He could hear Painter, through the pleasure and the pain, praise falling from his lips, “So tight, so good, so beautiful, oh god Brio I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, please baby, come for me,”
Brio came hard, surrounded by the control of Painter, the smell and feel of Painter, but more than that he comes in the knowledge that he is wanted by Painter, broken as he is.
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“I got you, I got you,” Painter’s voice was soft in his ear and Brio felt himself being rocked. They were laid out on the soft recovery area of the playroom floor and Brio was cradled in Painter’s arm.
Brio blinked up at Painter, his stomach was still covered in his own come and he could feel Painter’s come slipping slowly from his aching ass. “Did I do okay?” he asked.
“You did great, you were perfect!”
Brio smiled goofily up at Painter, “No spanks for me tonight,”
“Only if you shut up now.”
“Will you sleep with me?” Brio didn’t want to ask but it felt so nice to have Painter’s naked skin against his, he wanted a little more of it.
“I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep,”
Brio pouted, “At least cuddle me,” his voice was slipping towards his little voice, he felt so overwhelmed with his reaction to Painter and Painter’s reaction to him. He needed comfort, he’s proud of himself for asking for it.