The Butcher and the Beast by Sean Michael

body pressed forward against him.
    “You have it.” He was nearly shaking himself, anticipation making him ache. Grey was lucky. John was not likely to last long before spending himself in that luscious mouth.
    “I do… I do not know what you want me to do…”
    He lay back against the pillows. “The first step is to take a breath, then you may take my cock from my breeches.”
    “Must you make everything difficult?” Grey reached for his breeches, tugging them open.
    John almost whimpered, turning the sound into a husky chuckle instead as his erection leaped out eagerly. “It is not so difficult as all that, is it?”
    “You are maddening.” Grey wrapped around his shaft, stroking, caressing him.
    John licked his lips, his cock throbbing in Grey’s hand. “Only because you find yourself wanting me despite your reticence.”
    “Bah.” Those hands kept working, rubbing. “You have a fever, here.”
    He laughed. “You know the way to cure it, Doctor? You must use your mouth.” Grey leaned forward, tongue sliding so carefully on his shaft—heated, wet. John groaned, his toes curling. “Grey. Don’t stop now.”
    Another lick, another touch and Grey would drive him mad. He reached for Grey’s head and stopped himself, burying his fingers in the sheets to keep from taking what he wanted. Grey needed to do it himself. Grey’s tongue slid and stroked, caressing and wetting him. Tasting him. More. He needed more. “Please. Grey. Please.”
    “What? It cannot hurt…” Those eyes were wide, that mouth too far away.
    He shook his head. “It aches, but only with need. I need more. Please.”
    Grey nodded, hands and lips touching him, wrapping around him. Willing. Heated. He gasped, Grey’s lips soft, like wizardry around his flesh. He kept his hips still, fingers reaching out to slide through Grey’s curls. Grey sucked carefully, hands around the base of his cock, squeezing, rubbing.
    “It will not fall off if you are more vigorous.” The touches were sweet, gentle, good, but not enough. Grey’s eyes flashed up at him, teeth scraping his shaft.
    He jerked and cried out. “Grey!” Such a quick study, so very smart, his butcher was a treasure indeed. The suction increased, those teeth sharp, dragging along his skin. It made him cry out again, a shudder going through him. His fingers tightened in Grey’s hair, his hips twitching. “Faster.”
    Grey heard, responded, eyes fastened on him as that head bobbed. The sight of the good doctor, so civilized, so prurient, golden curls bobbing over his shaft, was almost as good as the sensations themselves. Almost.
    “Soon,” John warned.
    Grey pulled back, lips on the tip of his cock, the sensation sharp. His hips jerked, cum spilling from him as the pleasure sped through him. The doctor pulled away after the first pulse, seed on his cheek, his chin.
    He reached out, finger cleaning Grey’s face. “That was not so distasteful now, was it?”
    Grey blushed dark, eyes unsure and needy all at once. John made a soft noise and tugged Grey up, bringing their lips together. The taste of his seed on Grey’s lips was intoxicating and had he not just spent, he’d surely be hard again. Grey shuddered, hips pushing into him, cock near burning against him. He slid a hand around to Grey’s ass, tugging, encouraging the doctor to rub against him. Grey humped him, shivering and moaning.
    John broke the kiss, lips sliding on Grey’s skin. “Move up, Grey. Bring your cock to my mouth.”
    “What?” Grey was lost to sensation, blinking at him.
    He put his hands on Grey’s hips, tugged them upward as he shifted down on his pillows. “Bring me your shaft.”
    “I— Yes.” That cock dripped and throbbed, aching for him. Offered to him.
    “Yes,” he growled, licking the tip. Grey was salty, bitter with an underlying sweetness. John let his tongue play over the head, watching Grey’s face. Gray was lost, his. His own at this moment. He took the long, hard shaft into