Chapter Twenty
They’d eaten and now were lazing by the pool, several days after the big storm. The one that had ended with Bryan deciding to believe. Deke knew he wanted to do something special for Bryan, something big. Smiling, he turned to his dozing lover.
“Gonna bind you to the bed, baby. Gonna spend all day long making love to you.”
“What?” Bryan’s cock bobbed, proving at least some of him was awake.
“You heard me.” He stood and hefted Bryan into his arms, his boy’s legs wrapping around his waist automatically. They went up the stairs and into the house.
“You don’t have to tie me up.” But Bryan was hard against him, cock heavy and sliding against his hip.
“Yes, I do.”
“Uh-uh.” The warm buzz of Bryan’s arousal zipped up his spine.
“I do. I totally do. I’m totally going to.” He carried Bryan right to the bed, laying him down on the mattress. “Good thing I brought the rope in from my car.”
“Why do you have rope?” He could hear Bryan pondering things like how incredibly good sailors had to be with knots. His boy had no idea.
“I think you know why.” He went to the closet and pulled out one of the bags that he hadn’t unpacked, finding the rope. There were different colors, different weights, different textures.
“For your other lovers.”
“No, they’re for you.” He brought them back to Bryan and ran them over his lover, letting Bryan feel how heavy they were. How soft and rough, how each one was different.
“You bought them while we were apart?”
“I bought them for my soul mate. That doesn’t mean I knew it was you at the time. This one.” He handed over a rough, beige one. “Was bought in the late seventeen hundreds.”
“What? Really? Like really?” Bryan touched it, fingers dragging. “That’s a little harsh.”
“I know. But I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it.”
“It’s special. I get that.”
“Uh-huh.” Deke ran it across Bryan’s belly, knowing it was rough and scratchy. Then he picked up the heaviest one, knowing how soft it was. When he repeated the action, Bryan’s eyelids went heavy. “Oh.”
“Oh, indeed. Spread your arms and legs for me, baby.” He was going to tie his boy down and hold Bryan in his hand.
“You don’t have to tie me down.”
“I’m going to do more than tie you down, baby.” He grabbed Bryan’s arms and dragged them up over his head. There was a moment of shock, of utter surprise, then Bryan gasped and started to tug at his hands.
There. Now he had Bryan right there with him. He held on, letting Bryan fight.
“You remember your safeword, baby?”
“Dirty socks.”
“Good. Now you can fight the bindings, fight me even, and know that it’s safe.” He met Bryan’s gaze and waited for the brief nod that finally came. Good. Now he could give Bryan the focus and attention he required. That he deserved.
“I have ropes for your cock. Your balls. To spread you wide.”
Bryan pulled harder, and he pressed Bryan’s hands against the mattress, pushing Bryan down. As he held on to Bryan’s wrists, he straddled Bryan’s waist, settling his weight across Bryan’s hips. There was a fight there, but no fear in Bryan’s mind, not even a bit. His boy knew him. His boy knew their bond.
Growling, he bent and took Bryan’s mouth. Really took it, hard enough to make Bryan’s lip split. He lapped at the blood, sucking it up, and Bryan groaned, legs wrapping around him.
Fucking perfect. He put both of Bryan’s wrists in one hand, and grabbed the soft rope, wrapping it around the wrists he held. He’d been tying knots since before there were boats, and he moved so fast it left Bryan whimpering.
He sat back when he was done, Bryan attached to the bed, and admired his baby. “You look good like this. Like mine.”
Bryan stared up at his wrists, giving Deke the opportunity to bind one knee and draw the leg up toward the headboard. The way that opened Bryan up stole his breath.
He grabbed the other leg. Bryan started to fight him, but he was stronger and he got the rope around, got it tied to the headboard, too, so his boy was completely exposed to him.
“Look at you. This... Oh fuck, baby.”
Bending, he put a kiss on Bryan’s balls before licking them, licking Bryan’s hole. He grabbed a pillow as Bryan tightened, his abs rolling Bryan’s ass off the mattress. Perfect. The pillow propped his baby up and took the pressure off Bryan’s back.
“Now you’re mine to do whatever I want with.”
“What do you want?” Bryan asked.
“Everything. Every sensation, every emotion. I’m going to spend the entire day making sure you know I’m in your soul.”
Bryan gaped at him, lips opening and closing, body spread wide.
“Speechless?” That made him feel like a stud.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Tell me you love me, baby, and then I’ll get down to the business of blowing your mind.”
“I love you, Deacon-meine. More than anything.”
He stroked Bryan’s cheek. “And I love you, baby.”
He settled between Bryan legs, his baby staring at him, eyes wide.
He began to stroke that pretty hole, rubbing his finger over it again and again. He wanted in that tiny space, wanted to bury himself deep. Bryan needed it, too. He got the slick and lubed up his fingers. Then he pushed one into Bryan, reminding himself that he was taking his time, focusing on Bryan’s pleasure. He knew it wasn’t enough, knew Bryan wanted more, but he was going to take his time.
It was what they both needed. He was going to prove to Bryan that he had everything his boy could ever desire.
He fucked Bryan with that single finger, sliding the fingers of his other hand along the spread thighs, caressing gently. Bryan began to relax, to ease in the bonds. There. Yes! That.
He pushed another finger in with the first and sent them deep, finding Bryan’s gland and hitting it hard. That helped keep the relaxation away, helped wind his baby right up. He knew how much his baby needed this.
He wrapped his lips around the skin of Bryan’s left thigh, and began sucking up a mark as he kept working Bryan’s ass, tapping and stroking Bryan’s gland.
Bryan tried to rock onto his fingers, but he was too firmly bound for too much movement and Deke maintained control.
“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind,” Bryan moaned.
“Uh-huh.” He wasn’t going to deny it.
“Why?”
“Because we need it.” It was as simple as that.
Bryan moaned softly, his lips parted as he panted.
He licked at the mark he’d drawn up, slowly stroking Bryan’s gland at the same time.
He pulled his fingers away, Bryan crying out for him. A moment later, he pushed three fingers in, stretching Bryan wider even.
“Have to get you ready for more. Have to stretch you out.”
“I’m ready.”
“I don’t think so, baby.”
His lover gripped his fingers, milking them. He could imagine that around his cock and it had him groaning, pushing his fingers as deep as he could. “I have a gift for you, Bryan. For my soul mate.”
Bryan moaned, shifting in the ropes. “What is it?”
“I’m going to hold you in my hand.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m going to put my whole hand in you. Hold you in a way no one else ever has. In a way I’ve never held anyone.”
Bryan went totally still. “I... I... You’ll fit?”
It humbled him that Bryan’s reaction was only that, not no, not you’re crazy, just would he fit.
“I will indeed. You’ll stretch for me. You’ll always stretch for me.”
Something in Bryan heard him, relaxed around his fingers. Humming, he fucked Bryan a couple more times with his fingers before tugging them away so he could add more lube before making it four.
“Don’t leave me. Please. Stay.”
“Where am I going?” He petted Bryan’s belly. “I’m right here, baby. Getting ready to put four fingers inside you.”
“I feel so vulnerable,” Bryan told him, letting him in.
“You are. To me. No one else can ever touch you.” He stroked Bryan’s hole, teasing.
Then he grabbed the lube and put a huge glob on his fingers, so he could push it into Bryan’s ass prior to using four fingers.
Bryan squeezed his eyes shut, ass cheeks clenching.
“It’s still going to happen, even with your eyes closed.” He curled his fingers, searching for Bryan’s gland.
Bryan shook his head, beginning to pant for him.
“It is, baby. Totally going to happen.” He pulled his two fingers out, then slicked all four fingers. “I’m going to fill you until all you know is me.”
He pushed the thought into Bryan’s head and began to push his fingers in his boy’s hole. Bryan gasped, toes curling up, calf muscles bunching.
His boy was beautiful and brave, so amazing. He backed his fingers off until only the tips were in, then pushed them a little deeper, repeating the motions until he was in to the first knuckles.
Bryan keened for him, the sound like music.
“See? I told you you could take it. All you have to do is accept it.”
“Accept you.” He wasn’t sure Bryan knew what he was saying.
“That’s right, baby. Take me.” He kept pushing, moving his fingers into Bryan’s body.
“Need you.” Yes. Yes, he knew.
“You’ve got me. Big time.” He pushed in deeper. In a moment he’d add more lube, tuck his thumb into his palm and push his whole hand in. The tiny wrinkled ring of muscles stretched around his fingers, straining.
It was beautiful to watch Bryan, caught in the ropes, exposed for him, and taking his fingers, taking his will. His desire.
He finally let his fingers come completely out, then added lots more lube. “You ready, baby?”
“No.” But Bryan nodded.
He pressed a kiss on the inside of Bryan’s leg. “Here we go.” He curled his fingers together and tucked his thumb in against his palm and started pushing in.
“No...” Bryan moaned, hips rolling up and taking him.
He felt the heat of Bryan’s body, the way Bryan squeezed his fingers.
“Believe in me, baby. Trust in me. No, believe in us.” Bryan’s body eased a bit and he pushed in a little more. “Breathe for me. A deep breath in. I know you can do it.”
“Love.” Bryan whispered the word, then inhaled deep.
Love you. He continued to push his hand in, tiny increment by tiny increment.
Love you. Love you. Love you.
I know. He did. He totally did.
He moved his fingers back out except for the very tips, then he began working his hand back in again. Bryan rocked against the ropes, fighting them, struggling to take more.
He put his free hand on Bryan’s belly, pressing down on it. “Right here. This is where I want you to breathe from. Come on. Here.”
“Here.” Bryan rested a second, watching him. “Here.”
“Right here with me.” He pressed another kiss on the side of Bryan’s leg, nibbled at the skin, to give Bryan another sensation, to back off on the intensity for a moment or two. Those dark eyes watched him like a hawk, staring into him.
He met Bryan’s gaze and held it as he continued to push in, to work his whole hand into Bryan’s body. He would never, ever leave Bryan, never again. This was his heart, his soul, and he was going to hold Bryan on his hand. Neither of them would ever forget this. Ever.
Groaning, he pushed his hand in farther, arriving at the widest part.
“Deacon-meine.” The words buzzed through the air, pure magic.
“Absolutely yours. And you’re mine.” His hand seemed to almost pop in the last bit, Bryan’s hole snapping around his wrist. A sharp, wild cry filled the air, almost a dragon’s call.
He called back, wordlessly telling Bryan how wonderful this was, how amazing, to hold his soul mate in his hand. Their sounds joined, began to vibrate between them, the music pure melody.
He moved his hand, fucking Bryan with it—forward a half inch, back a quarter, forward a full inch, back a half. He kept varying how far in and out he moved his fist, wanting to give Bryan every situation he could. The tight ring of muscles squeezed around his wrist, holding him securely as Bryan rippled around his hand.
He met and held Bryan’s gaze as he slowly opened his fist, uncurling his fingers inside Bryan’s body.
“Fuck.” Bryan gritted his teeth, wrists twisting in the ropes. “I feel—”
“What do you feel, baby?” He wriggled his fingers, amazed by how hot and silky Bryan felt inside.
“Full. Heavy. Lost. Found. I feel you.” The last few words escaped Bryan in Dragon tongue, and Deke moaned when he heard them.
He brought their mouths together, breathing into Bryan, feeling more joined to this man than he had to anyone ever. Not even his family felt this much a part of him. Yours.
Bryan moaned and licked into his lips, and the returning answer was crystal clear. Your own, Deacon-meine.
He wanted to roar in triumph, but at the same time, he knew it would be redundant. He didn’t have to do that. Both he and Bryan knew, deep down in their souls that they made up a whole together. Nobody could come between them. It was impossible.
They were joined at the core.
“I have you in my hand.” He knew that Bryan knew this already, but it bore repeating. It bore saying out loud.
“Uh-huh. It’s huge.”
“It is.” It didn’t matter if Bryan meant his hand or the sensation of having it buried inside. Both were huge. He looked down, the sight of his hand disappearing into Bryan’s ass stealing his breath.
Yeah. Huge. Fucking colossal.
Groaning, he wriggled his fingers, brushing them over Bryan’s gland, and when that earned him another cry, he kept it up, intending to drive his lover out of his mind.
They would both be deeply connected and melted and together in a way Bryan would have never dreamed of and that he’d scarcely believed would ever happen. He added thrusting motions to the finger movement, doing everything in his power to bring pleasure. He wanted Bryan mindless with it, twisting and lost in his will.
“Love you, baby.” He opened and closed his hand a few times. As he was doing that, he leaned over and licked at Bryan’s cockhead—right across the slit.
A sharp scream split the air and then Bryan was shooting, seed spraying on his face. Oh, wonderful boy. He kept moving his hand, knowing it would keep Bryan’s orgasm going, the sensations moving all through Bryan’s body.
He leaned in and licked a line up along Bryan’s cock, from the base of it to the tip. So hot and hard, the velvet skin burning beneath his tongue. He was going to do it again, make his boy shoot.
He moved his hand, pulling back until he got hung up at Bryan’s hole—it didn’t want to let the thickest part of his hand out. That worked for him—he wasn’t ready to be out yet. He moved his hand deeper again, and took the head of Bryan’s cock right in, lips closing around it as he circled the hot flesh with his tongue.
He was battered by thoughts, by the wild flight of Bryan’s need. They made him hum and pull harder, giving Bryan the sucking he wanted himself. This first, though. He had Bryan bound for his will, so he had to bring the pleasure to his boy.
The heavy cock dripped salty proof of Bryan’s desire, the thick flesh swelling in his lips. He pulled harder, humming to add vibrations to the things Bryan was feeling because of him. He knew it was his imagination, but he could almost feel his hum in his fingers as they continued to stroke inside Bryan’s body.
Bryan began to sob, his boy almost completely incoherent now.
He watched as Bryan writhed and twisted in his bindings, not trying to get out of them anymore, but using them for leverage as he tried to get more. He indulged his boy, taking more of the long cock in and swallowing around the fat tip.
Master! The single thought cracked through the air like a whip, stilling them both.
My own, he finally answered, going back to sucking Bryan’s cock. He felt a new understanding between them, Bryan trying very hard now to wait for his command, to hold back until he was given permission.
He stroked deep, nudging, petting that sensitive gland.
Bryan began to move like he had a wave rolling through him, riding his hand and his mouth like they’d been doing it for years and were old pros at it. He responded by sucking harder, by moving his hand faster.
His own orgasm was threatening to take him, just like Bryan’s. Groaning again, he sucked harder, his head bobbing as he blew Bryan’s cock, and mind. He could feel Bryan’s desperation, his incredible need.
He swallowed hard and Bryan came, pouring spunk down his throat. He continued to swallow, drawing every drop in to his belly.
When he’d swallowed it all, he pulled slowly off Bryan’s beautiful cock. “I’m going to pull my hand out now, baby.”
“No...stay. Stay with me.”
“I will always be inside you. Always.”
Always. Bryan’s thought echoed inside him.
“You couldn’t be rid of me now if you wanted to, baby.”
Bryan looked at peace at his words.
“I do have to come out, though.”
He didn’t wait for Bryan to answer. He twisted and tugged, adding more lube when he met resistance. Pressing his free hand on Bryan’s belly, he pulled, his hand coming out all of a sudden.
“Deke! Fuck! Oh God!” Bryan twisted in the ropes, and a sense of peace washed over him. His boy wasn’t going to harm himself.
“My turn.” He slicked himself up slowly, let Bryan watch him do it. Taking his time meant the pleasure slid along his skin, but straining to keep from coming now would mean a better orgasm later.
“Your turn. Hurry.” The headboard creaked as Bryan tugged.
“Hurry?” He slowed his approach, rubbing his cockhead against Bryan’s hole. “What’s the hurry?”
“Stop teasing...”
“I set the pace. I say when and how fast.” He rubbed the tip of his cock around the hot little hole again, loving the way it opened slightly, kissing his cockhead. “You’re ready for me, slick and open.”
“So fuck me already,” Bryan demanded, glaring at him.
Like that was going to make him go faster.
Laughing, he pushed the head in, leaving it there, loving the squeeze of Bryan’s hole. He rubbed the ring of muscles with his fingertips, encouraging Bryan to tighten. Once Bryan had, he pushed his way in a little deeper, then deeper still.
As he sank the rest of the way in, he knew this was the best place in the world to be. Not even flying was better than this.
“Please.” Bryan’s soft moan tugged at his heartstrings.
He pressed their lips together, breathing Bryan in as he pulled out, then pushed all the way in again, that tight body accepting him. He could feel Bryan holding him, knew that his cock was rasping against the sensitive ring.
He gazed down at Bryan as he found a rhythm, moving slowly, but with long, deep strokes. He loved watching Bryan tugging at the bindings, loved that his boy wasn’t trying to get away, but wanted to touch him. Soon. When he was done here.
When he’d trapped his seed in Bryan’s sweet ass.
The thought spurred him on and he increased the speed of his thrusts, pleasure ramping up. Bryan was slick and hot from the fisting, perfect around him and taking every single inch.
Bryan watched him, eyes heated, begging even though his boy was spent. He reached for Bryan’s left nipple, grabbing it and twisting—just because Bryan wasn’t going to come again, didn’t mean he couldn’t continue to drive Bryan out of his mind.
Bending, he wrapped his lips around the right nip, playing with the tip with his tongue as he sucked firmly. All the way his hips moved, grinding them together, like he was trying to meld them into one being.
“Please. Fuck. Please. I can’t...” Bryan was limp in the bonds, shaking his head.
“This is when you float on the pleasure, baby. Don’t try to fight it.”
“How? Help me.”
Let it happen. Like this.
Like this.
Yes. Yes, baby. Like this.
He kept fucking, kept thrusting into the wonderful heat of his baby and Bryan took it, took every inch. He lost himself in the motions, in Bryan’s gaze and the heat of his body. He wanted this to go on and on, for time to stretch and pull around them. He let himself drown in Bryan’s eyes, dove right into them.
He could feel Bryan’s pleasure drawing him down deeper, and he tweaked one nipple hard, pulling it away from Bryan’s chest. His boy screamed without sound, the pleasure solely inside his mind.
Good, baby. So good.
He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, his body was strong, but even that had limits and he was approaching his, the orgasm rolling down on him.
“Soon, baby. Soon I’ll fill you up.”
All Bryan could do was moan and stare.
He thrust twice more and the orgasm waiting at the base of his spine began to uncurl.
A bolt of desire hit him, Bryan feeding him pure desire like a drug.
He tried to hold on, but it didn’t help, and with a roar, he came, filling Bryan in long pulses.
“Deke.” The whisper filled the air, barely given breath.
My baby.
“Yours. I feel like I’m on fire.”
“In a way you are. We both are.” He stayed buried inside Bryan’s body. It was where he belonged.