As they talked, he made himself a sandwich, then ate it as he heard all about the award Dylan had won at school and the music exam that Lily had coming up. She played piano and flute.
"How’s Adam doing?" Hazel asked.
"Great. He’s working hard with Ballet Torsion. Their current show run is coming to an end." He felt a twist in his gut. "I didn’t get to see him dance."
"I’m sure he understands. He knows first-hand how brutal rehearsal schedules are."
"I know, it’s just…" He sighed.
"He’ll understand, kiddo. And there will always be another run of performances. It’s not like you’re never going to see him dance, is it?"
"No." The guilt he was feeling lifted a little.
"Well, I guess I’d better get going," Hazel said.
"I'm seeing someone."
He wasn't sure why he'd never mentioned David before. Actually, that would be lying to himself. He did know. He'd said nothing because he hadn't been sure he and David were even halfway to serious. They were sleeping together, which wasn't the same thing at all. But things had changed between them recently, and not just because David had started to introduce Mason to his kinks. Spending the night, David giving him keys… It felt like their relationship had definitely shifted from casual sex to something far more meaningful. At least Mason hoped that was what it meant.
"Oh?" Hazel asked. "Do tell."
"It's David Morton," he said quietly.
"What? You're kidding."
"Nope."
"Well, look at you. You're happy?"
He smiled wistfully. "Yes, very."
"I'm glad."
He could tell Hazel was smiling from the warmth in her voice.
"Are you going to bring him to Dad's party?"
Mason's chest tightened. He hadn't even thought about it. It wasn't that he wouldn't have been happy to introduce David to his family, but would it be a step David wanted to take?
"Maybe."
"You know he'll be welcome. What's the hesitation?"
"I know. It's just…" He sighed.
"Big step?"
"Yeah."
"I get it. Well, the offer's there. I get that we can be a daunting lot, but we'd take good care of him, I promise."
He didn't doubt that for one second. His family were the most welcoming, warm bunch of people he'd ever met. Okay, so he was totally biased, but they were amazing.
"Right. I've got to go. It's bath time for the kids, and it's chaos if Chris and I aren't both on hand to deal with them. I love you, kiddo. See you soon, okay?"
"In a few weeks. Give the kids hugs from me?"
"You know I will. And they'll send hugs and big sloppy kisses back."
He was still chuckling as he hung up the phone and flopped onto his sofa.
Should he ask David to go home with him, or was it a step too far?
Mason knocked on David's door rather than using the key he'd been given. It wasn't because he didn't feel comfortable using it—he'd done exactly that several times during the week—but because he was turning up unannounced.
"Hi," David said, his expression lifting the moment he saw Mason. "I wasn't expecting you."
He kissed Mason as soon as Mason was inside and the door was shut, just a quick peck before they headed through to the kitchen.
"I was just tidying up after cooking," David explained as he led Mason there. "Do you mind if I finish up?"
Mason shrugged. "Of course not." He leaned against the counter close to the sink, where David was working, but quickly pushed away again and shifted his weight from foot to foot instead.
"You're bouncing." David laughed. "So, you're either excited or nervous."
"Or both," Mason replied with a grin. He pulled a single key out of his back pocket and slapped it onto the countertop. "Seems only fair," he said when David stared at it.
"Assuming you want to give me a key."
Mason rolled his eyes. "Like I would if I didn't want to."
David flicked suds up at Mason, who did a poor pretence of trying to avoid being hit square in the chest by the clump of tiny white bubbles.
"It means a lot," David said. "I'm glad you came."
"Don't get soppy on me."
David's lips pinched mischievously. "Soppy or soapy?" He splashed water and bubbles up at Mason, a blob of which landed on his nose.
"You realise it's not fair that you have ammunition and I don't?" Mason folded his arms and did his best to look annoyed, but he wasn't. Not at all. "There is… something else I want to talk to you about."
"Oh?" David rinsed his hands and grabbed a tea towel to dry them. He leaned against the counter, his body mirroring Mason's. "Sounds ominous."
Mason opened his mouth, but the question stuck. He'd thought of nothing else since he and Hazel had ended their call an hour or so earlier. He'd churned the question around in his head, over and over, until he eventually decided to just come over and spit it out. Except now he couldn't, even after handing David a key to his flat. Surely, exchanging keys was a bigger deal than David meeting his family? But it didn't feel that way.
"Now you're making me nervous," David said. "What's up?"
"Nothing's up."
David moved closer and rested his hands on Mason's hips, hooking his thumbs through Mason's belt loops. "Want me to help you loosen your tongue?" he asked, leaning close for a long, slow kiss during which their tongues caressed each other. "Did that help?" David asked as their mouths parted.
Mason hummed. "Not enough. Maybe you should try again."
He loved the feel of David's lips against his and the tickling softness of David's beard against his skin. He stroked David's cheeks with his thumbs as they kissed, smiling into it when David pushed him so his lower back was pressed against the counter and David was rubbed up against him.
"Better?" David asked. "Because I don't want to go overboard and distract you."
"You don't?"
"Well, I do, but I shouldn't." He took a half-step back so there was space between their bodies.
Mason pouted, an expression he knew David loved when they were getting horny together.
Laughing, David ran his thumb over Mason's lips. "We can fuck later." He paused, eyes sparkling. "Or play. But first, what did you come over to talk about?"
"Or both?" Mason ventured.
David waggled his eyebrows. "I like the way you think. Come on, talk. I can't stand the suspense."
Mason breathed in deeply before he spoke. "It's my dad's birthday next month. He's having a party, so I'll be going home for a weekend." He paused, biting the inside of his mouth for a couple of seconds before carrying on. "Do you want to come with me?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd like you to come with me," he corrected himself.
David smiled broadly, the skin around his eyes creasing deeply. "You're asking me to come meet your parents?"
"My whole family. I have six sisters, remember, and most of them have families."
"Are you trying to scare me off?"
Mason shook his head. "Just reminding you of what you'd be letting yourself in for." He twisted his foot on the tiles, knowing he was rambling and blowing the whole question. "It's probably too soon."
David pressed against him again, stopping him before he was able to move away. "I'd love to."
Mason's jaw dropped, but he quickly slammed his mouth shut. "Really? I wasn't sure… I didn't think…"
"I'm crazy about you." David leaned in to kiss his neck. "And if your family are half as amazing as you, I'll love them all."
"And they'll love you," Mason said with absolute certainty. How could they fail to?
"Do they know?"
"What?"
"How much older I am than you?"
"Well… I told my sister Hazel that I was seeing the great David Morton, so…" He paused and checked his watch. "In about thirty more seconds, my whole family will know." He chuckled, only half-exaggerating the speed at which news travelled within his family. He was
always the last to know things, but that was his own fault for living so far away.
David's shoulders dropped a fraction. "That's good. It won't be a shock when I turn up with you."
Mason rested his hands on David's waist. "You don't know my family. Hardly anything shocks them, and me seeing a guy twice my age won't make that really short list."
"In that case, I really am looking forward to seeing them."
They stayed still for several minutes, kissing and holding one another. David stilled him, Mason realized. He felt totally relaxed in the older man's company, especially in his arms. That was a big part of the reason why he'd agreed to try out David's kinks, and probably the entire reason why he'd enjoyed their first session. Why he actually looked forward to the next time David would dominate him in the bedroom—or wherever.
David pulled open the drawer beside him. "Can I show you something?"
He paused long enough for Mason to nod before taking out a long, thin bamboo skewer. After setting it aside on the counter, David unbuttoned his cuff and rolled his sleeve up above his elbow, revealing his broad, strong arm. He retrieved the skewer and ran the point along his own skin, creating a fine white line that was ever so slightly raised. But as Mason watched, the line faded to pink.
"It doesn't hurt," David told him, gesturing to Mason to hold out his own arm.
Mason did so, and allowed David to mark the underside of it. David was right; it didn't hurt. The point was scratchy but not sharp enough to break the skin. It was a little more uncomfortable than having nails run over his skin, but that was all.
"Being blindfolded makes you more aware of all your other senses," David told him. "So, there might be the illusion of pain, but now you know it would just be a trick of your mind."
Mason nodded and swallowed as desire flowed through him. "I can handle that."
David smiled. "Does that mean you want to play?"
"Yeah," Mason whispered. "It does."
Chapter Twenty-Two
David
David sent Mason to take a shower while he gathered his toys together. He put them on a tray and covered them over, not wanting to spoil the surprise for Mason. Seeing them in advance would lessen the impact when he used them on his sub.
When Mason wandered into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel and still slightly damp, David was waiting for him. He had stripped off his own clothes and placed the covered tray on his bedside table so all his toys would be within easy reach. He'd selected scarves to use and laid them on the bed, though he was holding one in his hands.
"You're wearing too much," he told Mason. "Naked, on the bed, now."
The lust and anticipation in Mason's bright eyes made David's groin ache. He gazed at Mason's damp, lithe body as the young man dropped the towel and crawled onto the bed. Damn that delicious arse. David longed to slap it, to turn the pale globes of flesh, bright red. But he respected the hell out of Mason's limits, so restricted himself to fantasising about it.
"On your back."
Mason obliged. David leaned over him, grabbed his sub's wrist and tied it to the metal bed frame with the first scarf, glad that Mason was watching every movement he made.
"Spread your legs."
He moved to the foot of the bed and tied Mason's ankle, allowing his stare to halt on Mason's hard cock. He was glad his lover was so turned on and hoped it would last. He hoped he wouldn't hear the word flamingo at all while he played with the young man.
"You like tying people up?" Mason asked as David tied his other ankle down.
"Don't speak," David barked. "Not unless I tell you to."
Mason pouted. "I can't speak or orgasm unless you tell me to?"
Good—he'd remembered that rule. David yanked the knot a little too tight, making Mason gasp.
"Not unless you want to be punished," he said, loosening the knot again so as not to cut off Mason's circulation.
He half-hoped Mason would speak again, because the bratty behaviour really did turn him on more than he expected. His previous subs had all been exactly that: absolutely submissive. But, fuck, Mason answering back and pushing the limits of being a sub really made him hard.
Sadly, Mason remained silent, though a cocky expression settled on his face, curving the left corner of his mouth up as he raised the same eyebrow.
David tied Mason's other wrist and then stood back for a moment, staring at the young man who was now completely at his mercy, arms and legs stretched wide. His cock jerked, and pressure settled in his balls, but he pushed down the desire to cum there and then. He wanted their session to last.
He grabbed the final scarf. Mason held his gaze firmly until the moment David covered his sub's eyes with the scarf. He tied the knot to the side of Mason's head and then took the cover off his tray.
He selected a long feather first.
"I'm going to make you talk dirty tonight," David told him.
"I doubt it."
David pinched Mason's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly as the young man writhed as best he could and hissed in a breath.
"Naughty brats get punished," he breathed close to Mason's ear.
He ran the feather over the right-hand side of Mason's body, spending time sweeping it over Mason's ear, lips, and throat. He swirled it around and over Mason's nipple until he'd made it hard. Then he tickled it down his sub's chest, stomach, and inner thigh, carefully avoiding touching Mason's cock. Mason's body shivered in response to the light, tickling touch. Pre-cum leaked from the head of his cock and dripped onto his stomach. He licked his lips, letting out a soft groan as David repeated the sequence in reverse, this time travelling up the opposite side of Mason's body. Over and over, David slowly brushed the feather over Mason's skin, getting closer and closer to his cock but always just missing it.
It was delightful to watch as ecstasy gripped Mason's body, tightening muscles and making him strain against his bonds. Briefly, David considered ordering Mason to suck him off—not to come, just for a few moments of release—but it wouldn't be safe unless he removed Mason's blindfold, and he had no intentions of doing that. Instead, he fisted his dick in his hand and slowly stroked it in time with the delicate sweeps of the feather.
When he'd reduced Mason to a whimpering wreck, he set the feather aside. This time he chose an ice cube. He'd brought several in a metal dish so they wouldn't melt too fast. He selected the biggest and placed it in his mouth, then took a second to adjust to the shock of cold. Then, kneeling astride Mason, he began to kiss the young man. He started just below Mason's belly button, on that wonderful trail of blond hair that led to his cock.
Mason shivered violently. "Oh—" He bit into his lip, his chest shuddering.
Pausing, David reached for one of the plastic clothes pegs on the tray and pinched it onto Mason's inner thigh. Mason's eyebrows rose above the blindfold as he bit deeper into his lip.
"The only words I want to hear pass your lips are dirty ones," David said.
Then he went back to pressing cold kisses against Mason's stomach, travelling slowly upwards, revelling in the twitch of Mason's cock against him. He ended at Mason's lips, using his tongue to deliver the ice cube into the young man's mouth as he kissed him hard.
"C-cold," Mason murmured around the half-melted ice.
"That's not a curse." David grabbed another clothes peg and clamped it onto Mason's already hard nipple.
Mason let out a sound that was halfway between a pained gasp and a needy groan.
David followed up the ice with a strawberry, clamping it between his teeth and then rubbing it against Mason's mouth so the sticky red juice stained his lips. Mason opened his mouth, and they devoured the strawberry together. David grabbed another, biting it in his mouth so he could drip juice all over Mason's chest. As he reached the clothes peg, he ripped it off, making Mason whimper out a mewling cry. He soothed the sore flesh with more strawberry juice before eating the fruit so his mouth was free to lick the sticky droplets off Mason's body, starting
with his nipple. Mason groaned and shifted beneath him, his back arching up off the bed. Still licking and lapping, David reached for the clothes peg on Mason's thigh and ripped that off too, combining pleasure and pain. Mason's whole body spasmed. A sound left his lips that was neither a cry nor a word but some kind of garbled mess in between. And, fuck, whatever it was, it was hot.
The bamboo skewer was next. David pressed the point against Mason's chest, making bright white patterns as he left his mark. Mason's body was never still, first jerking, then spasming, then shivering. Every scratch of the skewer made his neck arch a little more, made his head press back into the pillow a little harder, made him strain against the restraints. His chin and lips quivered. Every reaction, no matter how tiny, made David lust after him more.
He grabbed the feather again and alternated between tickling and scratching. He moved down Mason's body, scratching the skewer over his thigh while he caressed the young man's cock with the feather.
Mason groaned. "I'm gonna—"
David clamped a peg onto Mason's nipple again, silencing him. "No. Not until I say you can."
He swapped the skewer for a bottle of lube, which he used to make his fingers slick. He caressed Mason's arse, running his thumb over Mason's arsehole, applying enough pressure to make Mason squirm.
"And I'm not going to say you can until you talk dirty for me."
And he would get his sub to do that. Mason had thrown down that gauntlet the first time they'd fucked. He kept applying pressure, but never penetrating as he fluttered the feather over Mason's hard cock and tight balls. He pushed himself up onto his knees, allowing Mason to move a little more freely in response to his erotic ministrations.
"David—"
David yanked the clothes peg off, eliciting a sharp cry from Mason before he clamped it onto Mason's other nipple. The young man let out a little sob, and for a second David paused, his heart hammering in his chest. Had he pushed too far? But Mason didn't say their safe word. Thank fuck.
He grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his aching cock, which longed to be inside Mason's tight arse. He pushed his fingers inside first, thrusting them in and out as he continued to use the feather in the most unfair way possible. How Mason was holding on to his orgasm, he wasn't quite sure. If their positions had been reversed, David would have thrown out every colourful word in his vocabulary, just so he could cum.
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