Page 43 of A Case of You
Allhis. Well, and Jeff’s, but since he owned Jeff, too, still all his by default.
He didn’t mind sharing Stuart with Jeff. More than once, having a second man to keep their horny boy busy had been a blessing. And it was fun watching the two of them together, especially when Jeff was in a slightly toppy mood and took control.
“How’s that spanked ass,” Brandon rumbled.
“In need of Master’s cock inside it.”
“Good answer.” He stepped back and turned Stuart around to face the wall, pressing his palms against the tile, over his head. “Stay.”
He grabbed the soap and nudged Stuart’s legs wider apart. Brandon started teasing him, washing him with his bare hands, sliding his fingers along the seam of his ass and under his balls. Stuart’s cock jerked with each touch and Brandon knew if he tasted him, pre-cum would already be dripping from his slit.
It hadn’t taken much to condition his boy’s body to crave their hands on him. Eager to please, loving to be on the very bottom of whatever the two of them wanted to do to him.
Brandon leaned in to whisper in his left ear. “I should have made you wear a butt plug for the flight today. It would have made going through airport security interesting.”
Stuart’s fingers clenched, his hips automatically rocking against Brandon’s hand as he explored and teased. “Yes, Master.”
“Oh, I did bring one, if you didn’t see it in my luggage. You will wear it all day tomorrow. I plan on fucking your sweet ass as soon as we get back from the rehearsal dinner, and I want your brain focused and in the right mindset all day long.”
“Yes, Master.”
He nipped Stuart’s ear. “Such a good boy.” He reached around with his other hand and squeezed Stuart’s cock, then released it. “Wash me up, then let’s go have some fun.”
He handed Stuart the soap. Now, his green eyes looked glazed and soft, one of his deep subspace tells.
At this point, Brandon could ask nearly anything of him and Stuart would gladly agree to it.
He turned to face the wall, legs spread. Stuart’s soapy fingers trembled a little as they slid up the crack of his ass, around his rim, down again. “You’re going to have your tongue up there for a while, baby, so make sure you do a good job.”
He felt Stuart’s lips feathering along the back of his left shoulder, his body pressed against Brandon’s as both hands cleaned and explored. Brandon’s cock, which had been thick and semi-erect for most of the shower, finished hardening at the contact. Stuart cradled Brandon’s sac in one hand even as the other soaped and cleaned his crack, teasing.
“Good boy.” He arched his back, sticking his ass out farther. “You always take such good care of me.”
If he ever hit the lotto, he would havebothhis boys stay home, able to serve him and each other full-time. Stuart was such a natural, giving person, a nurturer. That his asshole family hadn’t driven those instincts out of him as a child was amazing.
That he’d ended up in Brandon’s life, and with Brandon’s ring on his finger, was a blessing.
He felt Stuart’s rigid cock brush against his thigh as his fingers slipped and slid, until, finally, Brandon needed relief. He turned and took the soap from him and set it aside.
“Rinse off. Bed.”
After Brandon shut the water off and they stepped out, he handed Stuart a towel. “Dry me off.”
As with everything else, Stuart threw himself into it, even dropping to his knees to dry Brandon’s legs and feet.
When Stuart stood, Brandon grabbed another towel and started drying his boy, taking his time, kissing his flesh as he did and making sure to gently tease his raging cock with the towel.
After hanging up the towels, Brandon led Stuart out to the bedroom and snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor next to the bed. Stuart immediately complied, kneeling, head bowed.
Waiting.
Brandon turned on the TV for light and a little background sound, then turned off all the lights in their room and stripped the covers off the bed. He also grabbed lube, condoms, a hand towel, and the short piece of rope he’d tucked into his suitcase.
“Hands.”
Stuart offered them up. Brandon made quick work binding his wrists together, nothing fancy, just a simple tie Stuart could easily escape from, if he wanted.
The point being he didn’twantto get free.
