Jayden backed up the bed a little and made himself more comfortable as he watched Lucas prowl around the room. The further away Lucas got the harder it was to see him all that well, but Lucas was just blurred and out of focus, and Jayden was perfectly willing to fill in the details from memory.

God, he wasn't ever gonna get tired of Lucas fucking his mouth, that was for sure. Lucas' cock was thick and straight, and it filled his mouth so much that his jaw began to ache after a while, which only added to the power Lucas had over him.

It was hypnotic, and Jayden craved the surrender that Lucas demanded of him. He could forget who he was, what other people thought of him, and even the sneers of the board and the fact that someone was trying to kill him. The way Lucas handled him, treated him, fucked him, made everything better.

Lucas paused by the door to the bathroom, and then his arms moved. All Jayden could make out was Lucas' ass cheeks and his thick, muscular thighs, but when Lucas turned back toward him he had something long and pale in his hands.

The closer he came, the more in-focus he was, and finally Jayden gasped in anticipation.

It was the belt from his own bathrobe.

He clutched at the sheets and looked up to Lucas' masterful, dark gaze, as though he might be able to work out where this was going, but those eyes gave away nothing.

"On your front," Lucas growled. "All fours."

"You betcha." Jayden rolled over and propped himself up without hesitation, crawling back to the center of the bed as he did so. He lowered his forehead to the sheets and spread his knees a little, leaving his ass up in the air as he rested on his elbows.

Lucas stopped by the bed and dropped the belt by Jayden's shoulder, inches from his nose, but Jayden preferred to keep watching Lucas while he reached for a pillow.

Lucas grabbed it, and then tucked it down under Jayden. He grabbed two more, and Jayden felt the waft of air and nudge of cotton against his hanging cock as they were placed beneath his stomach.

He bit his lip, hoping Lucas would pause to touch him, but it didn't happen.

"Lie down," Lucas said.

Jayden did as he was told, stretching forward like a cat. His thighs soon found the pillows, and he wriggled a little to rest comfortably against them.

Now his ass really was high and dry, his cock pointed down toward the bed as it rested against the pillows, and his legs parted even more to make the position stable.

"Arms down."

Jayden looked up toward what he could see of Lucas as he shifted his arms from over his head to down by his sides.

Lucas grabbed the belt and threaded it around Jayden's thigh. The soft strip of flannel was pulled tight, and Jayden felt the pinch and squeeze as a knot was tied there. Then Lucas pulled the belt around his wrist and knotted again.

Jayden's shoulder dropped to accommodate his wrist being tied to his thigh, and he wriggled against the bond. There was some flex, but then Lucas' weight made the mattress dip, and the belt was tied around Jayden's other thigh, and the last of it coiled around his left wrist to finish it off.

Once all four knots were in place, the belt taut between his thighs, his position was suddenly a whole lot less flexible. He couldn't see much of Lucas any more, either. He had no leverage to move, no way to touch either Lucas or himself, nothing to do now but wait for Lucas to use him.

Shit, he loved this part. The arousal, the anticipation, the almost maddening desire that was sweet and torturous all in one.

The waiting.

He quivered in delight when Lucas' hands ran over his ass. The sudden contact was the breaking of a wave. It punctured the anticipation and gave way to the pleasure of Lucas' skin against his, the safety of being in this man's hands.

Lucas stroked and squeezed. His fingers massaged Jayden's hips and ass, his lower back, the top of his thighs. His touch spread in circles, alternating between firm and featherlight, and then Jayden felt another touch.

Hot.

Wet.

It nestled between his cheeks, resting against his taint, slipping around and up and so close to his entrance and back down again. It nudged the back of his balls. It pressed and it prodded as Lucas' hands continued to rub his flesh.

Gooseflesh rippled across Jayden's arms. His eyelids fluttered half closed. His lips parted and he began to pant as the head of Lucas' cock teased him, brushed over his hole and then away again.

Fucking hell, he was so goddamn hard. He could feel the precum from his own cock as it slicked the pillows beneath him, dripping in little pulses that ran with his heart, and he let slip a low moan.

Lucas wasn't messing about today. A hand left Jayden's skin, and then Lucas' cock was pushing into him, hard and demanding, pressing on his entrance like it was coming in whether he was ready or not.

Jayden sucked in air and held his breath, pushing against Lucas as he let his body relax.

Then Lucas' head breached him, and the air rushed out of his lungs. "Oh, fuck," he whimpered.

There was a little stab of pain. Nothing he couldn't handle. Just a reminder that Lucas was going in dry, which in itself was so fucking hot that he had to force himself to remain pliable and relaxed, to draw Lucas inside himself little by little, every passing breath feeling like eternity. He could feel the little slips and slides, the way Lucas' cock began to slowly fill him.

It was impossible to do this fast. Not dry. All he could do was keep breathing, his fingers twitching and curling against his palms.

Lucas stopped. He wasn't fully in. Maybe not even halfway.

But goddamn his head had come to rest against that little knot inside Jayden that made his cock jerk and the world explode behind his eyes.

"Lucas," he groaned. "Oh, fuck, you make me so fucking hard."

Lucas' hands gripped him around the waist. His cock moved so fractionally, yet the impact against Jayden's prostate was devastating. The tiny little nudges were electric, and sent champagne bubbles through his gut and over his skin. His cock squeezed precum onto the pillows while Lucas' did the same inside Jayden's ass.

Jayden's toes curled. Lucas' knees were between his own, pushing them apart when the belt held them together, pinning him so that he was now completely immobile.

"Ready?" Lucas asked.

"Oh, God, yes."

Lucas chuckled as he pushed in further at last. Every ridge, every bump on his cock dragged over Jayden's prostate.

"Oh, fuck!" He felt the sweat gather between his shoulders and across his forehead. The rubbing over his g-spot had made his ass relax so much that Lucas was able to push in more smoothly now, until he was in so deep that Jayden felt completely enslaved to the cock invading him. "Jesus fucking... fuck... Lucas!"

"Yeah," Lucas grunted as he leaned forward over Jayden. His weight seemed immense, another lock on Jayden's prison, pushing him down against the pillows and capturing his heart. His hands moved to delve beneath Jayden's chest and torment his nipples, pinching and rolling with no mercy.

Fireworks went off behind Jayden's eyes. He opened them, but still he saw nothing but lights as the pain and the pleasure overlapped each other. He was slick with precum, desperate to be fucked, with jolts running from his cock and ass to his nipples and back again like a feedback loop. He thought he might be saying something, but his mouth was doing that all on its own. He had nothing to do with it. His brain had gone into a semi-shutdown where nothing existed but pleasure and need, and everything else was gone.

The peace came down and settled into his bones.

Lucas began to fuck him. His cock pounded Jayden's ass, rocking over his prostate, filling him, spearing him, diving into him with strength and purpose.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, Lucas," he gasped. "Lucas. Lucas! Oh, fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck, I need you so bad! Lucas!"

Lucas snarled against his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Jayden. Told you I'd fuck your name right out of me, didn't I? Show me what you need. Let those pretty little lips say it out loud."

"Lucas!" Jayden wailed as the heat grew inside him. It rippled until it became a tide, and the tide grew to a tsunami. "Lucas! Oh, fuck! Lucas! Yes!"

"God, you're such a perfect fuck," Lucas growled. "So fucking hot." He took his hands from Jayden's nipples to hook one around his shoulder, but the other he placed against Jayden's cheek, pushing his face against the sheets and his fingers into Jayden's open mouth.

Jayden moaned and sucked on his fingers, hungry for them, desperate to have his mouth as full as his ass. He huffed and breathed around them, moaned into them, suckled on them as they pressed down on his tongue.

Fuck, he was gonna come.

His eyes rolled back as he lost himself to blind, violent orgasm. His body shook with the force of it, and as he cried out, Lucas' fingers muffled his voice.

His body was on fire. The shocks plowed through him, each one as devastating as the last, taking what little remained of his identity, his very being, and blasting it away until he was nothing.

Lucas fucked into him, and their sweat mingled, their bodies combined. They were one, whole and forever, and Lucas spilled inside him with a low roar.

Jayden panted as Lucas' fingers slid out of his mouth. Warmth filled him, settling in after the last of the sparks had earthed themselves through his body, letting him breathe again.

Lucas' breath spilled over his shoulder, setting his skin afire all over again, and Jayden mustered as strong a smile as he could manage right now.

"Move in with me," he croaked, his voice faint.

Lucas' head shifted a little. Lips pressed to his shoulder. "When?"

He laughed again. "I don't know. Right now. This very second. Asshole."

Now it was Lucas' turn to laugh. "Well, I guess I do have a week off. I could go get my things tomorrow. Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure. I need you in my life, Lucas. Every day."

"Know what I think?" Lucas' cheek was against his skin now, his voice gentle.

"What?"

"I think you're greedy."

He snorted, but grinned. "For you? Too fucking right I'm greedy. I want you. All of you, every damn day, for the rest of my life, and I'm gonna make sure I get it." His breath caught as Lucas' cock shifted slightly inside him, and he groaned. "Like this. But other ways, too. I wanna look into your eyes first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I wanna sleep safe knowing I'm in your arms. I want to be with you, Lucas." His grin had faded with truth. "Forever."

"Forever," Lucas echoed. He traced his hands down Jayden's arms, and began to unfasten the belt around Jayden's wrists, fingers working blind. "I think I'm free for that."

Jayden sighed happily as his hands fell to the sheets. "Don't bother penciling it in," he murmured. "Go right ahead and use a pen."

Lucas laughed as he untied Jayden's legs and then gently withdrew, and he lay down on the side Jayden was facing.

Jayden blinked a few times and focused on him, then smiled as their eyes met.

"You're on," Lucas said.

Jayden grinned and let his eyes close.

"Perfect," he whispered.