Page 44 of A Case of You
“Bed. On your back. Hands over your head.”
With his hands bound it was a little awkward, but Brandon enjoyed watching him get into position.
Brandon straddled his face and stared down into his eyes. “Time for you to earn your orgasm tonight, boy.” He reached down and stroked Stuart’s damp hair. “I suggest you get comfy.”
Stuart smiled. “Yes, Master.”
Stuart’s mouth obediently opened as Brandon lowered himself, his balls bathed with Stuart’s warm breath before his tongue eagerly laved over them.
Brandon braced himself against the headboard. “Yeah, perfect.” He and Jeff were the first men Stuart had ever been with, and the man hadn’t hesitated to learn what they loved. After a few minutes of that, Brandon moved up, reaching back and spreading his cheeks.
Stuart’s tongue slicked down his taint, rimming him, softly moaning the entire time and sending vibrations rippling through Brandon’s soul.
One Saturday afternoon when Emma and Grace hadn’t been around, and before Jeff’s health issues hit, he and Jeff had tied Stuart up and spent over an hour taking turns edging his cock with their mouths while the other sat on his face.
Stuart had enjoyed every second of it and begged for more.
They never needed to beat him to drop him into subspace—he loved being used, being of service, bringing pleasure.
Brandon never took him for granted or forgot how lucky they were that Stuart had come into their lives. Stuart never had to wade through the dating pool, he’d never had a bad experience, other than the near-miss catfishing that had been more a warning than a bad lesson.
“You are sooo damn good, baby. So good.”
Another whining moan in reply, and a redoubling of his tongue’s eager efforts.
Finally, when Brandon’s cock ached and he knew he couldn’t hold it much longer, he lifted himself from Stuart’s face and slid down his body, stretching out on top of him.
“Does my good boy need a good fucking?”
“Yes, Master, please!”
The lovely shade of desperation in his voice made Brandon’s cock twitch. He sat up, rolled Stuart onto his stomach, and quickly prepped and lubed him. After rolling a condom onto his own cock and slathering it with lube, he slowly entered Stuart, stopping just after the head of his cock breached his tight rim.
Stuart arched his back, angling his ass up, thighs spread but his lower legs hooked around Brandon’s. “Yes!”
Brandon took his time, knowing Stuart wanted a deep, hard pounding and determined to make him beg for it. Right now, he knew the last thing on Stuart’s mind was his brother, or Jeff’s health, or any other thought except busting his nut.
Brandon braced his arms on the bed on either side of him and slowly pressed forward, just a little, before withdrawing until the head of his cock was barely inside him. Again and again, a little more depth with each stroke, it was all Brandon could do not to slam home, hard and deep inside him, the way he knew Stuart wanted. Stuart’s gorgeous ass tightly fisted his cock and all Brandon wanted to do was plow him hard.
“Beg me, baby,” he hoarsely said, wondering if Stuart had any idea how frayed Brandon’s control really was.
“Please, Sir! Ineedit!”
When Brandon’s thighs pressed against Stuart’s ass, he had to pause, catch his breath, so close to exploding. “Whose ass is this, baby?”
“Your ass, Master!”
After another breath, Brandon took a long, slow stroke, out until just the head remained inside him, before slamming into him again, all the way to the root and making both of them moan.
“Is my boy horny?”
“Yes, Sir! Very!”
“Maybe I should get me some, and then put a butt plug in you and let you think about how to talk me into letting you come in the morning.”
When Stuart tried to rock his hips against Brandon, he dropped his weight onto Stuart again, biting the back of his shoulder, hard, where it wouldn’t show.
Didn’t need to rub the locals’ faces in it.
