Our Gravity

by Tymber Dalton

  Without hesitation. “Your cock, Sir.”

  “And whose ass is that?”

  “Your ass, Sir.” It felt like a weight had lifted from his shoulders, from his heart.

  From his soul.

  Fuck, he’d kill for that sexy-ass smile.

  “That’s right. My cock, and my ass. That means you don’t play with that cock without my permission, and you don’t get to come when we’re not together unless you ask permission. And it goes without saying—but I’ll say it anyway—no one gets to play with that cock or that ass but me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And don’t worry—I probably won’t be playing with my cock, either. Now that I have you, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to take care of that for me.”

  A warm, sweet shiver rippled through him. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Teeth nibbled his lower lip, lightly tugging. “No, thank you, boy.”

  Chapter Seven

  They fell asleep with Dustin curled in Bryce’s arms. It didn’t matter to Dustin that he was taller than Bryce, it still felt right.

  Like for the first time in forever, he had someone he was meant to be with.

  Everything had felt…easy. Not just sex, but the conversation, their rapport.

  At some point during the night, Bryce switched off the butt plug, or maybe the batteries had died in it, Dustin didn’t know. But when he briefly awoke at one point, he realized he’d rolled onto his side, away from Bryce, and Bryce had followed him, now spooned along his back.

  Dustin wiggled back a little, closer to Bryce, and pulled Bryce’s arm tighter around him before dropping back into a sweet and peaceful sleep.

  Best damned sleep he’d had since he couldn’t remember when.

  No dreams, either. Just awaking in the early morning hours when he’d usually be getting up for work and realizing his cock was hard, his ass was stuffed, and Bryce was awake.

  “Mmm.” He pressed his lips against the nape of Dustin’s neck and it made him shiver all the way to his damn toes. “Mornin’.” Bryce’s voice sounded deeper, throaty, sleep-sexy.

  His.

  He realized he wasn’t the only one with a hard cock. And now that he was awake, Bryce was slowly rocking his hips against Dustin, his cock nestled along the seam of Dustin’s ass.

  “Good morning, Sir.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he said.

  Then Dustin spotted something in Bryce’s hand a split second before the butt plug exploded into life in his ass.

  As Dustin moaned, trying to curl into a fetal position with the damn thing jackhammering against his sweet spot, Bryce wrapped both arms around him and tightly held him from behind.

  Restraining Dustin and clamping his arms against his side.

  And it didn’t help Dustin hold back any, realizing he was being penned in by Bryce’s arms.

  “Come like this if you can, boy,” he said. “Do not touch your cock. Be my good boy.”

  Dustin closed his eyes and tipped his head back, unable to hold back his moans. Bryce’s teeth grazed his shoulder, making it feel even sexier, nipping, sucking, and drawing more noises from Dustin.

  Dustin was glad they were in a house and not an apartment, because this was going to get fucking loud.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He moaned, unable to process the intensity, the pleasure bordering on pain and focused right.

  Fucking.

  There.

  Bryce’s fingers found a nipple. He captured it and pinched, rolling it in his fingers.

  “Ohhhh, fuck!”

  Stubble sweetly scratchy against Dustin’s cheek, hot breath in his ear. “Come for me, boy. Give it to me. Now.”

  At the same time Bryce said the last word, he twisted Dustin’s nipple and it was just enough. His body responded, ropes of cum exploding from his aching cock, all over the bed, all over his hands and Bryce’s.

  And a low, deep rumble exploded from Bryce. He shut off the butt plug and rolled Dustin over onto his stomach, into the puddle of fresh spooge. Shoving Dustin’s thighs apart, he pulled the butt plug out of him and replaced it with his cock.

  “Yes! That’s my good boy!” He grabbed Dustin where his thighs met his hips and pounded into him.

  Dustin was still not quite sure he hadn’t had a cerebral hemorrhage or something, and didn’t have enough recovered brain cells yet to move and help fuck. He was sort of floundering on the bed, wondering what kind of a mess he was making, and then realizing those last two words were still pinballing through his brain.

  Good. Boy.

  Holy fuck, I am utterly fucked.

  He was able to arch his back and finally brace his hands against the headboard, grabbing hold of two vertical metal rods and fuck back against Bryce.

  “That’s it, baby. You like your Sir riding you?”

  “Yes, Sir! Harder.”

  “Ooooh, baby.”

  Apparently, Bryce had overdrive. He picked up the pace and force, and from the way Bryce was pounding him, it was going to jar the fillings out of Dustin’s future dentures. Bryce downshifted and ground that gorgeous cock into his ass better than any cock had ever fucked him.

  And it wasn’t until he heard Bryce coming that he realized something else.

  Well, two things, actually.

  One, that he could already see he would be an absolute slut for this man in any and every way Bryce wanted him to be, both sexually and with their BDSM relationship.

  And two, between the world-class fuck going on in his ass, and the way his cock was rubbing around in the spooge puddle he’d made, he was now hard again.

  Holy fuck!

  Bryce finally fell still, collapsing on top of him, both of them breathing hard and Dustin trying not to rock himself against the sheets to get off.

  “Well, I know one thing that’s happening today,” Bryce mumbled from where his face was now planted between Dustin’s shoulder blades.

  “What’s that, Sir?”

  Bryce kissed Dustin’s back. “Laundry.”

  Dustin started laughing. “Yes, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Bryce rolled Dustin over and dropped onto him again. Bryce knew he was smiling, because it felt like he’d never really smiled before right now.

  With him.

  “Good morning.” He kissed Dustin, not caring about morning breath, not caring about the spooge drying between them, not caring about anything except that Dustin was hard.

  Again.

  Yippee!

  “Don’t move.” He grabbed the lube from the bathroom counter where it’d ended up, prepped himself, and then straddled Dustin. “Fair’s fair, boy.” He lined up the head of Dustin’s gorgeous and thick cock with his ass and slowly pressed, savoring it.

  A low hiss escaped Bryce as he worked it inside him. “Yeah, baby. That’s what I needed.”

  Dustin’s hands settled on Bryce’s hips, and the sweet, wide-eyed look of astonishment on his face could only be interpreted one way.

  At least, Bryce thought it was astonishment. Without his glasses, Dustin was a little blurry, even this close up. “I apparently have an effect on you, thank goodness.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Ass met thighs, and Bryce wiggled around a little, finally leaning in and capturing Dustin’s hands. He pinned them over his head and smiled.

  Usually he needed at least two cups of coffee in him before talking, much less smiling.

  Dustin definitely had an effect on him, too.

  “What do we say we start this morning right, hmm?” He started moving, his ass soon adjusting to the meat he was riding and loving every second of it.

  “We haven’t already?” Yep, that was disbelief in Dustin’s tone.

  “That was just the wake-up.” Dustin rocked his hips as best he could. “You can come any time you want, boy,” Bryce said. “As long as your cock is in my ass when you do. Otherwise, you’ll wait until I decide to let you come again.”

  Which, let’s be honest, Bryce wasn’t going to d
eny him anything today. He wanted to spend as much of today as possible teaching this man he’d just needed the right damn Dom in his life, and he was just the Dom to blow him and his expectations out of the water and treat him right.

  His words also had the desired effect, a little delicious desperation thrown into the fun mix and getting Dustin moving even more under him. Bryce took pity on him and even as his own cock started inflating, he kept riding his boy, trying to gauge how close he was, looking for signs.

  Enjoying getting to learn his body in this way, too.

  Because he planned on seeing him like this a lot.

  A whoooole lot.

  A daily occurrence kind of lot.

  He gathered Dustin’s wrists in his left hand, and reached down with his right to stroke his own cock. Yeah, normally he needed copious amounts of coffee to do anything like this, too. Never was much of a morning fucking kind of guy.

  This.

  Man.

  He rode him, harder, finding and keeping Dustin’s rhythm, their gazes locked on each other. Maybe all he’d needed was to get knocked out of whatever crazy-assed orbit he’d been in and into Dustin’s. Because this felt better than right, better than perfect.

  This felt like the rest of his life just waiting, stretched out ahead of him. And despite being a realist and knowing shitty things about the shitty depths people could go to do even shittier things to each other, this felt like he’d achieved the right groove, the right path.

  The right man.

  He struggled to hold back. “Come for me, baby. I’m close.”

  There it was, the slight lift to his brow, a gasp, and when Dustin’s rolling moan started, Bryce frantically pounded his own cock to finish with him as Dustin’s cock pulsed and filled his ass.

  Bryce grinned, triumphant, and sat up. He smeared the puddle of cum around on Dustin’s stomach and then traced the letters BB in it.

  Dustin laughed, but it almost sounded like an exhausted gasp. “Sir?”

  “I own it. I’m marking it.” He grinned down at him, leaning in to kiss him, not caring about the mess. Nothing soap couldn’t clean up. “Mine.” He sucked on his lower lip, finally releasing it as he sat up again.

  Dustin reached up and traced a DP in the mess now coating Bryce’s stomach, too. His gaze flicked to it, then back up to Bryce.

  “Damn right,” Bryce said, feeling choked up. “Fuckin’ A I’m yours, too. Let’s go take a shower. We have stuff to do today.”

  * * * *

  They climbed into the shower together and it was…

  Dustin struggled to keep himself from thinking ahead. Of the future.

  The way Bryce scrubbed his back for him, finishing by wrapping his arms around Dustin from behind and letting their bodies slide together.

  The way Bryce smiled at him before he handed him the scrubby, turned, and braced himself against the wall, feet spread.

  Open invitation.

  Dustin started out scrubbing his back, but soon dropped the scrubby and his hands roamed as he pressed against Bryce’s back. Up and down his sides, around his waist, lower.

  Cupping Bryce’s cock, which stirred in his hands but didn’t get fully hard again.

  “Even I need a little while to recharge,” he joked, not moving.

  It felt so fucking good to have a real person in his arms.

  Who wanted to be with him for more than just sex—

  Okay, so, to be fair, all they’d done so far had been sex and cuddling, but it wasn’t the same thing. This was…

  More.

  Way more.

  He took his time, nuzzling the nape of Bryce’s neck with his lips as his hands continued roaming. He found out Bryce’s nipples were as sensitive as his own, and he played with them, tweaking, tormenting, Bryce wiggling his ass against Dustin in response.

  He didn’t know how long they stayed there like that, but when he realized they were going to use up all the hot water, he finally stepped back.

  Bryce turned and pulled him into his arms, and Dustin found himself dipping his knees, reducing the height differential.

  That earned him a playful smirk. “It’s okay, buddy. Doesn’t bother me. Most guys I’ve been with have been taller than me. I kinda like it that way.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s a turn-on. Pet on a leash. Knowing you’re not here because I’m making you be here, you’re here because you want to be, and submitting to me because you want to.”

  Dustin smiled. “That butt plug is evil.”

  Bryce’s grin widened. “Yeah, it is. Didn’t hear you complaining.”

  “Didn’t say that, Sir.”

  Bryce’s smile faded. “Don’t string me along, please. I’m going to freak you out right now.”

  “Huh?”

  Bryce cupped his hand around the back of Dustin’s neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. When he finally ended it, he kept his forehead pressed against Dustin’s.

  “I’m gonna freak you out by admitting I don’t know what this is or what I’m feeling, but I don’t want it to stop, and I’ve never felt like this about someone before.”

  Dustin swallowed hard. “Then I guess I’m going to freak you out, too, Sir.”

  “Huh?”

  The metaphorical cliff lay in front of him.

  He jumped. “Because I think I am on the way to falling in love with you.”

  Bryce pulled away just enough to meet his gaze. “Yeah?”

  Dustin nodded. “Yeah. So either they need new day jobs running a dating service, or we’re both fricking insane.”

  He read the all-too-familiar fear in Bryce’s blue gaze. The way he studied Dustin, watched him, mentally weighing his words. Dustin had felt that himself too many times to remember.

  When Bryce next spoke, it was a whisper, barely louder than the water. “I can see myself in love with you, hard in love with you, like spend the rest of our lives together kind of hard. Give me a reason not to ask you to move in with me this weekend.”

  Dustin didn’t want to get his hopes up, but that was damned hard with his heart now firmly in charge of things. “You haven’t run a credit check on me.”

  Bryce chuffed. “Do I need to run a credit check on you?”

  “You should. Just in case. You’re an attorney. We should run background checks on each other.”

  “What will I find when I run one on you?”

  “That I’m forty-five, single, don’t own property, and I’m registered as an Independent voter, which pisses me off sometimes because I can’t vote in most primaries. What about you?”

  The smirk returned. “I own a home, I’m a Democrat, and I have an asshole cat who loves to chew charger cords at an alarming rate. Just phone chargers, though. Nothing else.”

  Dustin reached up and palmed Bryce’s cheek. “Toilet paper to the front or back?”

  “To the front, you heathen.” Bryce smiled. “You try to give me decaf coffee, you won’t have an orgasm for a month. I’ll lock you up and hide the damn key.”

  “I already told you coffee’s a hard limit for me.”

  “Ah, that’s right, you did.” He kissed Dustin, and it felt warm and sweet and heavenly.

  Just like all the cheesy, sappy love songs said it would.

  “Let’s get moving,” Bryce said, finally releasing him and stepping under the water. “I’m starving after that amazing wake-up.”

  When they finished, Dustin had to coax Archer to let him have his shirt back. He’d apparently spent the night sleeping on it, from the looks of all the cat hair on it. Bryce didn’t bother putting clothes on before walking out to make them coffee.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Bryce said. “We’ll stop by your place first, before breakfast.”

  “My place?”

  “Yep. We’ll dump the sheets in the washer now, and they’ll be done by the time we get home. Then you can do your laundry while we play today. Grab stuff so you can spend tonight, too.” He leaned against the counter, arm
s folded over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. He’d put his glasses on, and there was something so fucking adorable about the combination that it made Dustin’s heart thump in a strange way.

  I should not be falling in love with him this soon, but I am.

  “What’s in your head, boy? You just had a look on your face.”

  His cheeks heated as he looked away and shook out his shirt. “We’re both crazy,” he said. “You know that, right?”

  “Yep. We can make that part of our wedding and collaring vows, if you’d like.”

  Dustin’s head snapped around, not sure if he was kidding or not.

  From the amusement on Bryce’s face, he couldn’t tell.

  “Problem with that, boy?”

  Dustin pulled on his shirt before he answered. “No, Sir. Not a problem at all.”

  Chapter Eight

  Bryce drove. Dustin directed him to his duplex apartment and mentally skimmed through the place’s condition before he even stepped out of the car.

  Nope, nothing bad.

  He grabbed his mail and headed for the front door. Bryce followed, stopping in the entry and making no move to hide that he was surveying the place from where he stood.

  “I gotta say, nothing wrong with it, but considering you sell real estate I would have expected something bigger.”

  “It’s a bargain, and I’m not locked in on a lease,” Dustin admitted, laying his keys on the counter. “Those were my deciding factors. And it was immediately available. I didn’t want to jump into a commitment on a place…”

  He realized what he was saying and looked at Bryce, who wore a big grin.

  It couldn’t be denied a reply, either, and Dustin laughed. “Yeah, I get the irony. Make yourself at home while I change and grab stuff.”

  “Don’t forget your laundry.” Bryce was already perusing a stack of books on the entertainment center. “I mean it. I want you to do your laundry at my place. No reason for you to waste time and money doing it elsewhere.” He picked up a book and turned it over to read the back blurb copy.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Maybe someone else would have felt a little put off at someone going through their stuff, but he got it. He’d been to Bryce’s place, and now Bryce wanted a chance to learn more about him.