Chapter 9

Connor’s stomach sank as he checked the schedule: Matthew again. There were three appointments before him, which should give Connor enough time to prepare. Those were easy. Or they should have been.

He walked through them mostly oblivious to everything. His mind was caught in a mix of Matthew, Wesley, and Alin that had him on edge. Then the dreaded hour came, and Matthew knocked on his door way before Connor had gathered himself enough to welcome him.

Yet, there Matthew was, gaze averted, hands hanging loosely at his sides.

“Come on in.”

“Sir.”

As soon as Matthew entered, the walls started closing in around Connor. He froze, struggling to get himself under control. Once his breath was coming in some sort of steady rhythm, he turned to find Matthew standing in position in the middle of the room.

Connor had to admire Matthew’s posture. His feet were spread just the right distance, his shoulders loose and his back straight. There was no tension in his body, peace coming off him in a steady stream. He was elegant, experienced, versatile, and he had a really high threshold for pain—everything Connor should have liked. But now, facing him, it became clear that this was not what Connor wanted.

However, that wasn’t something he could do anything about. He had a job to do, and Matthew was it.

“On your knees.”

Matthew obeyed instantly, his knees touching the mat in one smooth motion that had him in perfect position before Connor had time to cross the room to join him.

“On your fours.”

Again, Matthew followed the command seamlessly.

Suddenly, Connor wanted to make him suffer. Matthew was into pain and humiliation. So, that was what Connor was going to give him.

He went to the cabinet and pulled out a riding crop. It was long and slender, the tip barely wider than the rest. He snapped it against the edge of his boot. The crack it gave filled the room and made Connor break out in goosebumps. Matthew didn’t even flinch.

“Come here. On your knees like a dog.”

Connor watching him shuffle across the mat. The shirt he was wearing pulled up, exposing the patch of skin above his belt. With another swish, Wesley pointed the tip of the crop to his shoe.

“Lick it.”

When he reached Connor, Matthew leaned in, still as graceful as ever. His tongue peaked out and lapped at the leather of Connor’s boot tip.

A shudder ran through Connor, and his blood started to flow faster. He reveled in the feeling. The arousal. The power.

Matthew kept licking, slowly making his way to the ankle. Gripping the handle of the crop tightly, Connor brought it down against the sub’s jeans-clad ass. The little shudder Matthew gave spurred him on. He let the crop drop again and again, until his arm hurt and his mind cleared.

In that hour, with Matthew licking away at his boots, he realized how much he missed Wesley, and how lucky he was to have him in his life. Working on Matthew was no longer an issue. With Wesley in his life, grounding him, he could do anything.

With that in mind, he couldn’t wait for the workday to be over, so he could rush home.

***

Wesley yelped as Connor jerked the base of the plug Wesley was wearing. A little slap admonished him, but Wesley couldn’t help giggling. As he wiggled to escape Connor’s reach, Wesley couldn’t stop himself from remembering the first time he’d worn the butt plug. At work, no less. Now, he had to wear it while at home, and it hadn’t been any less exciting.

He was rock hard long before Connor returned. He both loved and hated the “no touching without permission” Connor had enforced, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but comply. At least this time, Connor hadn’t called him and started masturbating over the phone.

Connor’s teeth scraped over Wesley’s shoulder. Wesley moaned and leaned back, pressing against Connor’s chest. His ass rubbed Connor’s hard cock. Adrenaline surged through him, heightening his excitement.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Connor punctuated each word with a soft press against Wesley’s butt, the plug rubbing Wesley’s prostate in time with Connor’s thrusts.

Wesley wanted to feel Connor deep inside him, to have Connor fuck him silly. But there was something he wanted even more.

“How about I fuck you this time?”

Wesley looked back over his shoulder just in time to see Connor’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush. “You can fuck me anytime you want, babe.”

Wesley turned in his lover’s embrace and wrapped his arms around him. “I will. Now, hand me the lube and get into position.”

With a grin, Connor reached behind him on the nightstand and retrieved the little bottle. “What position would that be?”

“I want you on all fours. I’m going to pound your ass.”

Without hesitation, Connor walked around Wesley and climbed onto the bed. On his knees, he braced himself on his arms, lifting his butt into the air.

Wesley remained still for a long second, taking in the picture his lover made, before the throb of his cock reminded him of his task. Pouring lube on his fingers, he went to stretch Connor’s ass.

He took his time teasing the hole. Beneath him, Connor shivered. He pushed a forefinger in, and the ring of muscle contracted violently around his digit. Wesley paused, working it, before adding another.

Connor squirmed, gasping. “Come on. I’m good. Give it to me.”

Still Wesley waited, until Connor’s muscles were hot and loose around him. After lubing himself up, Wesley got into position behind Connor and pushed inside. The rim spread, allowing entrance. The crown breached. The muscles contracted. Wesley fought to remain still, his own muscles clenching. The plug shifted, brushing against his sweet spot again, and his cock reacted in kind, giving a sharp throb.

Connor groaned, half turning to looked at Wesley. His eyes were wild, pupils wide. “Fuck me.”

Wesley’s resolve broke at the raw need in Connor’s voice. His hips snapped forward, tensing around the base of the plug as he drove his cock in to the hilt. It felt as if he were being fucked while he himself fucked.

“Oh God, this feels…amazing.” He slid in and out, his rhythm wild, his hands gripping Connor’s hips.

Connor cried out and threw one of his hands behind to catch Wesley’s, holding on for dear life. “Harder.”

Wesley obeyed. Sweat dripped down his nose, tickling him, but he dared not stop and wipe it away. “Touch yourself.”

Moaning, Connor shook his head. “No. I want you to come for me. Come in me.”

Wesley grunted, but the command in Connor’s voice couldn’t be ignored. His hips snapped faster, harder. A sharp press against his sweet spot put him over. Head thrown back and fingers digging into Connor’s flesh, he came. A continuous cry poured out of him. Stars exploded behind his eyelids.

Beneath him, Connor tensed and ground back, enhancing Wesley’s sensations. “That’s it, my love. Fill me up.”

When he was done, and consciousness returned, Wesley stumbled back. His now-limp cock slipped from Connor’s hole. Connor rose and turned. His dick was still hard, and glistening with precome.

“I want you to suck me off.” His hands went to Wesley’s hair, fingers tangling in it as he guided Wesley’s mouth to where he wanted it.

Wesley wrapped his lips around the head and slid down. Connor’s hold tightened, and he started fucking Wesley’s mouth. Wesley grabbed Connor’s thighs for balance as he let himself be used. His ass clenched again, shifting the plug around, the pressure almost too much after his orgasm.

“That’s it. Suck me.”

Connor increased the rhythm, going deeper and faster. Wesley gagged, then worked his throat, relaxing his muscles.

“Oh, fuck. You are so hot.”

Wesley moaned his approval at the praise. The humming pushed Connor over. His hands turned to fists in Wesley’s hair, the hold painful. With a last surge, he lodged himself deep in Wesley’s throat. And came. He was so far down, Wesley couldn’t even taste it. Instead, he swallowed, almost choking on the first spurt.

Slowly, Connor’s hold relaxed, releasing Wesley. Smiling, Connor half sat, half fell back, taking Wesley with him.

“Thank you.”

Laughter bubbled out of Wesley. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you for giving me another chance.”

The End

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