Page 91 of Night By Night
Outside of that, they had subtle rituals JJ wouldn’t pick up on. Morning coffee and breakfast, for starters. Hank always got it ready for Dox. Hank got up first and started every morning kissing Dox to wake him up, sometimes giving him a good-morning blowjob. They took a shower together nearly every morning.
At night before bed, Hank knelt at the side of the bed, between Dox’s thighs, his head resting in the man’s lap and Dox massaging his scalp while they went over the day’s events. Or, sometimes—more often lately—just sitting there and telling each otherI love you. It was now a treasured part of Hank’s daily routine.
Hank couldn’t wear his wedding ring at work for fear of ruining it or getting hurt with it on, but Dox found silicone rings, and Hank wore one of those instead. Another ritual was, at the end of the day, Dox replaced the silicone ring with his wedding band, and then swapped them out again every morning for Hank. He kept his wedding band on all weekend, Dox making the swap again on Monday mornings.
Unless they were having a serious conversation as equals, Hank called Dox “Sir.”
Hank had also handed all control of their finances and expenses over to Dox. Hank still got to see everything, and give input, but he had been ordered not to waste time or energy worrying about them. Including worrying how to pay JJ’s medical expenses. That Maddox would make sure everything was taken care of.
Right now, Hank could tell Dox was studying him, trying to decide if he was really into it or just playing along. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He smiled down at Dox. “I’ve liked everything you’ve done to me so far,Sir. Can we spend this weekend exploring whatyoureally want to do?”
Hunger narrowed Dox’s gaze. “Yeah?”
Hank nodded, released his grip on him, and slid down to his knees again, holding his hands up to him. “Yes,Sir,” he firmly said. “I trust you. I promise if something is too much for me to take, I’ll speak up.”
Maddox studied him for a moment. “You know I don’t need to do more than we’ve done, right? It’s okay if you can’t—”
“Iwantyou to use me this weekend. How will I everknowwhat I might like if we never try? Igetit, you wanted to go slow with me at first. Mission accomplished. I’maskingyou to take charge of me this weekend, and I’m begging you to please fuck me.”
It was hard to keep his gaze focused on Dox’s when the man’s hard cock bobbed right in front of him. His own cock was hard, too, and didn’t that say something?
Hell, he’d had more—and better—orgasms during the few weeks they’d been together like this than he’d had in…
Well,ever.
Dox had been infinitely patient with him, too. Even more proof of his love. Had Dox asked it of him before now, he would have happily rolled over and given Dox his ass. After the way the man could roll his eyes back in his head?
Hell, yeah.
Except Dox had taken his time, slowly adding more play and activities that had progressively driven Hank into deeper levels of what he’d learned was called subspace.
With every little bit of control he ceded to Dox, Hank felt freer, felt his mind calm and quiet, felt himself falling deeper in love with Maddox.
Hank wasn’t lying—what had been missing in his life wasthisman.
Dox reached down and laced fingers with him, squeezing. His voice dropped into that deeper and now familiar tone that sent ripples of pleasure washing through Hank’s body.
Because it meant while Dox might extract pain from him in some way, it also meant Hank was going to get to bust a nut in a mind-blowing way.
“You want to be my good boy this weekend?”
Fuuuuuck. Hank’s cock throbbed, aching and dribbling pre-cum. “Yes, Sir. I want you to use me hard the wayyouwant to use me. I want to be your fucktoy this weekend.”
Dox’s thumbs slowly stroked the backs of Hank’s as he stared down at him. “And youpromisenot to let me go too far? I would hate myself if I did that.”
Hank nodded. “I promise I’ll safeword if I need to, Sir.” He hadn’t had to yet. “I want to see what my limits are, too. How will we ever figure them out if we don’t try? We won’t get a lot of chances like this right now. I’maskingyou for this, Sir.”
Hank watched his chest, every breath he took as he stared down at him, like excitement had already wound tight inside him.
Dox finally nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Then we’ll do that.” He squeezed Hank’s hands again before tugging on them, wanting him to stand. “Come with me, boy.”
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A mix of fear and eager anticipation washed through Maddox as he led Hank to their bedroom.
Having carte blanche with his boy for the weekend?
