Ian touched Drake’s neck and he shuddered. “Would you like that, Drake? To have something of mine here.” He lightly gripped Drake’s neck.
Drake’s shaft pulsed, as if he were on the verge of coming. He was, and that wouldn’t do. He pulled up every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from losing it.
“Answer me,” Ian growled.
Drake clenched his buttocks, that hidden spot between them suddenly feeling empty and needy. “Yes, sir.”
“Ian is fine, unless you prefer Sir.” Ian stroked his hair again, then cupped Drake’s nape. He pulled until Drake lowered his head to rest it on Ian’s thigh.
“Ian,” Drake murmured, dizzy with the comfort and need Ian brought to him. Ian kept his hand there on the back of Drake’s neck for the next several minutes as he ate. “Are you sure you’re full?” he asked after a while.
“Yes, Ian.” Drake’s eyelids felt heavy, just as his groin did. How could he be so horny and so…content at the same time?
Ian sat for another minute or two—or it could have been half an hour. Drake was so relaxed. He was finally where he needed to be. Time ceased to matter—Ian was enjoying his meal, and Drake was in a peaceful place. The past weeks had been full of fear, but Drake didn’t feel any of that now.
Ian murmured things to him occasionally, but honestly, Drake didn’t hear the words, just the tone. It soothed so many wounds inside even if it didn’t obliterate them.
Eventually, Ian ran his hand beneath Drake’s jaw and tipped his head up. Drake opened his eyes, wondering vaguely when he’d closed them. His vision was blurry at first, but he made out Ian’s face. The peace Drake had felt began to be replaced by a need so intense he could hardly breathe.
“Soon,” Ian promised him. Ian stood and kept his hand beneath Drake’s jaw, bringing Drake to his feet with that encouraging touch. Ian kissed him then, slanting his mouth over Drake’s and wrapping those steely arms around him.
Drake felt safe and cared for even as his arousal intensified. He clung to Ian, eager for everything the man could give him. Oh, he wanted to do his share of giving, too, but Ian would lead the way in this new relationship, at least in the sexual part of it. Drake wasn’t going to allow himself to be a doormat, but he wanted to be dominated and see if it was everything he’d begun to fantasise it to be.
“Have you ever been spanked?” Ian asked as he ceased kissing his lips and instead nuzzled his cheek. “Bent over some piece of furniture, or over a lover’s lap, and had your ass smacked until the pain and pleasure made you scream?”
“No,” Drake rasped, trying to press closer to Ian. “I want to. I want—” He didn’t know what-all he wanted.
“We’ll figure it out together,” Ian promised him. “Do you have a safe word?”
“Can’t I use red and yellow for stop and pause?” Drake hadn’t been able to pick words of his own, and figured there was nothing wrong with those two.
“Those work just fine,” Ian assured him. “Have you ever worn a cock ring, or been tied up?”
Drake whimpered as the images flashed before his eyes. “No, no, I haven’t, but if you keep asking me stuff like that, I’m going to be too far past needing a cock ring.”
Ian cradled Drake’s face in his hands. “You do understand that if you’re uncomfortable, in too much pain, or just need a break, you’re to use your safe words. Whichever is applicable, or both, I don’t care. Everything stops when you say them, and we either decide whether or not to continue after discussion for yellow, or we stop completely with red, and discuss what happened, why you felt the need to stop what we were doing. It isn’t wrong to use either of them. It’s wrong to grit your teeth and try to bear something you hate for my sake. Remember, it’s about your pleasure. I’ll enjoy it too, but you are my priority.”
“Are you a sadist?” Drake asked, feeling emboldened by
Drake’s shaft pulsed, as if he were on the verge of coming. He was, and that wouldn’t do. He pulled up every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from losing it.
“Answer me,” Ian growled.
Drake clenched his buttocks, that hidden spot between them suddenly feeling empty and needy. “Yes, sir.”
“Ian is fine, unless you prefer Sir.” Ian stroked his hair again, then cupped Drake’s nape. He pulled until Drake lowered his head to rest it on Ian’s thigh.
“Ian,” Drake murmured, dizzy with the comfort and need Ian brought to him. Ian kept his hand there on the back of Drake’s neck for the next several minutes as he ate. “Are you sure you’re full?” he asked after a while.
“Yes, Ian.” Drake’s eyelids felt heavy, just as his groin did. How could he be so horny and so…content at the same time?
Ian sat for another minute or two—or it could have been half an hour. Drake was so relaxed. He was finally where he needed to be. Time ceased to matter—Ian was enjoying his meal, and Drake was in a peaceful place. The past weeks had been full of fear, but Drake didn’t feel any of that now.
Ian murmured things to him occasionally, but honestly, Drake didn’t hear the words, just the tone. It soothed so many wounds inside even if it didn’t obliterate them.
Eventually, Ian ran his hand beneath Drake’s jaw and tipped his head up. Drake opened his eyes, wondering vaguely when he’d closed them. His vision was blurry at first, but he made out Ian’s face. The peace Drake had felt began to be replaced by a need so intense he could hardly breathe.
“Soon,” Ian promised him. Ian stood and kept his hand beneath Drake’s jaw, bringing Drake to his feet with that encouraging touch. Ian kissed him then, slanting his mouth over Drake’s and wrapping those steely arms around him.
Drake felt safe and cared for even as his arousal intensified. He clung to Ian, eager for everything the man could give him. Oh, he wanted to do his share of giving, too, but Ian would lead the way in this new relationship, at least in the sexual part of it. Drake wasn’t going to allow himself to be a doormat, but he wanted to be dominated and see if it was everything he’d begun to fantasise it to be.
“Have you ever been spanked?” Ian asked as he ceased kissing his lips and instead nuzzled his cheek. “Bent over some piece of furniture, or over a lover’s lap, and had your ass smacked until the pain and pleasure made you scream?”
“No,” Drake rasped, trying to press closer to Ian. “I want to. I want—” He didn’t know what-all he wanted.
“We’ll figure it out together,” Ian promised him. “Do you have a safe word?”
“Can’t I use red and yellow for stop and pause?” Drake hadn’t been able to pick words of his own, and figured there was nothing wrong with those two.
“Those work just fine,” Ian assured him. “Have you ever worn a cock ring, or been tied up?”
Drake whimpered as the images flashed before his eyes. “No, no, I haven’t, but if you keep asking me stuff like that, I’m going to be too far past needing a cock ring.”
Ian cradled Drake’s face in his hands. “You do understand that if you’re uncomfortable, in too much pain, or just need a break, you’re to use your safe words. Whichever is applicable, or both, I don’t care. Everything stops when you say them, and we either decide whether or not to continue after discussion for yellow, or we stop completely with red, and discuss what happened, why you felt the need to stop what we were doing. It isn’t wrong to use either of them. It’s wrong to grit your teeth and try to bear something you hate for my sake. Remember, it’s about your pleasure. I’ll enjoy it too, but you are my priority.”
“Are you a sadist?” Drake asked, feeling emboldened by
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