Chapter Twenty
Easter
“ I ’m really sorry,” he dips his head, glancing at his hands in his lap.
“Will you cut it out?” I chuckle. “I’ll get you a new one. Fuck, I’ll get you ten.” Yes, the bunny onesie is ruined. But fuck, did we have fun ruining it. And although Benjamin looks crestfallen right now, it was as much my fault as it was his. Sure, his cum ruined the fabric in the front, but I was the one who tore off the bunny’s butt when he tried to get out of bed and I forcefully pulled him back.
“Really?” He perks up, looking at me, his grey-brown eyes wide.
“Sure.” I shrug. I’ll get you anything you want. At this rate, I’m already headed for an Amazon Gold Member Card.
“Okay, East.” He smiles at me in that way of his that makes me want to slam the brakes and pull the car over this very minute and fuck him senseless. I don’t care where or when or who sees us. He belongs to me now and I’m a needy bastard. As far as I’m concerned, the rest of the world can either watch me tear my Bunny’s hole apart or fuck the fuck off. My fingers tingle to just swerve onto the hard shoulder and put the ‘ Attention! Emergency Fuck Ahead’ light on. Ugh, I wish, but if there’s one thing my mother hates, it’s tardiness. She won’t have it, and we’re already running late because Benjamin had a breakdown of epic proportions when I told him that 1) yes, we definitely ruined the bloody bunny onesie and 2) I forgot we were invited to lunch at my mum’s house. Yes, we. That was her final demand before she hung up two hours earlier, ‘Don’t be late, Easter, and remember to bring that darling boy of yours.’
Mum greets us from the doorstep, waving her arms like a bloody marshaller, as if I’ve caught a case of amnesia overnight and forgotten where I grew up. Her rainbow-striped apron sparkles in the bright spring sun and I instantly feel bad for not appreciating her more. As far as mums go, I’ve won the fucking lottery. It’s not that I don’t. Appreciate her, I mean. I’m just bad at telling her. How much I love her. As she starts jumping up and down, her lips shaped into that ‘ yoo-hoo ’ of hers, I vow to tell her before I leave today. I know she still carries a lot of guilt from back when Dad died, but now that I know what it’s like to truly love someone, I can’t seem to hold on to any leftover resentment towards her.
“Your mum’s a rainbow,” Benjamin snorts and starts humming ‘ She’s a Rainbow ’ by the Rolling Stones. I smile at him like a loon, forgetting myself and where I am, randomly blurting, “You’re the sun.” He turns in my direction so quickly that he nearly headbutts me. “Reaally? I’m the sun?” he looks at me wide-eyed, shifting in his seat. Oh, dear God, this Bunny is one B from blowing in his pants already. We need to get this show back on track and commence Mission: How to Survive Lunch with your mum without fucking your Bunny on the Table .
“Right,” I grunt, wiping my hands roughly across my face. “Let’s go, darling.”
We quickly disembark from the car and make our way towards my personal cheering squad, aka Mum. Bunny lingers a few steps behind me as we walk across the lawn in front of Mum’s bungalow. Spring flowers are starting to burst through the crisp green carpet, and Benjamin oohs and aahs eagerly telling me their Latin names, most of them something with vulgaris . For fuck’s sake.
“Darlings!” Mum storms towards us as we reach the house. “Let me take a look at you!” She beams, and I brace myself for her mum attack , scrunching my nose because that is a scientifically proven defence against mum kisses. But she breezes right past me, like I’m day-old toast, heading straight for Benjamin. “There you are!” she coos, wrapping him in a rainbow hug and rocking him from side to side. He looks helplessly at me over her shoulder, his eyes wide, dark brown curls all over the place, sparkling as they catch the sun.
“Just go with it,” I say, smirking. “Don’t fight it. It’ll only spur her on.” He blinks at me, then relaxes into her arms, his eyelids fluttering closed. My poor darling. It will take some time and a lot of reassurance, but I’m determined to convince him he has a family now. He has me and Mum. And Mr Harvey, of course. He’s already texted me twice this morning asking about Benjamin. Maybe we’ll bring Mr Harvey with us the next time we visit Mum. That’ll keep her somewhat pacified.
Minutes later, we’re placed around a lavish table. It’s clear that Mum has outdone herself, making sure all my favourite dishes are here, along with a wide range of vegetables. Yes, someone, as in besotted-boyfriend-of-the-year, may have dropped a few hints about Benjamin being a veggie fan. Benjamin takes it all in, his gaze coasting along the beautifully set table and the steaming, delicious dishes.
“You go on now, sweetie,” Mum smiles at him. “Don’t be shy. If you see something you like, grab it.” She winks. Benjamin blushes, his eyes locking on mine, and I just nod and smile because what can you do when you’re sitting across from the man of your dreams?
“Thank you, Mrs Bennett,” he says softly. “Everything looks wonderful.” He swallows audibly and my cock hardens in my pants.
“Call me Dot,” she chirps like some 1940s femme fatale . What the hell? Dot?
“Dot?” I muse, reaching for the rosemary-roasted lamb chops.
“Sure,” she says, shrugging. “Why not? I can be a Dot, right Benjamin? Don’t you think I look like a Dot?” She pushes a golden curl off her forehead. Benjamin nods eagerly, sitting up as straight as a ruler. “Yes,” he breathes, licking his bottom lip. “You can definitely be a Dot. Like Dorothy Lamour,” he says solemnly. “I bet she went by Dot on occasion.” What the fuck is happening?
“Dorothy Lamour,” Mum exclaims triumphantly, glaring at me. “See? Benjamin knows what he’s talking about, don’t you, sweetie?” Then she starts singing, “ My heart keeps crying ,” and Benjamin chimes in with something that sounds like, “ I’m all a-tremble over you. ” Mum laughs, then lifts her glass, gesturing for us to do the same, clinking her glass against Benjamin’s first, then mine. “Here’s to Dotty and to l’amour!”
“To love,” I grumble, because I refuse to toast to a 1940s starlet named Dotty. Or Dorothy. Or whatever. Mum puts down her glass, her gaze coasting across the table.
“Here.” She reaches for a dish of what appears to be honey-glazed zucchini and shoves it in Benjamin’s direction. “Have a zucchini. Or two,” she giggles. “I can’t believe my Easter brought home a fellow lover of classic Hollywood cinema. Who’s your favourite?” she continues.
Benjamin blurts “Hedy Lamarr! Or Lauren Bacall. Don’t make me choose, Dot.” My heart warms at seeing how relaxed he is now, compared to the nervousness pulsing off him in the car.
“‘ Don’t make me choose, ’” Mum laughs. “I would never.” She holds a hand to her chest, and I think I have a mini-stroke. “You’re not eating, darling.” She tilts her head at me. “Why aren’t you eating, Easter? You look flushed, darling. Are you coming down with something? You should eat.”
“I’m eating.” I pout like a kid who has just had his favourite toy stolen right in front of him, stuffing a huge piece of rosemary lamb into my mouth and chewing it spitefully.
“Good, good,” she muses. “How’s the zucchini, Benjamin? You do like zucchini, right?” Benjamin hums around a generous mouthful, his eyelashes fluttering in near ecstasy, sticky golden honey dripping down his chin, and I think I whine because Mum looks at me funny. Benjamin’s eyes connect with mine across the table, a sudden devilish spark in the light greyish-brown. Licking his lips exaggeratedly, he half-moans, “It’s absolutely divine, Dot. You nailed it!”
“Oh, stop.” Mum, who’s still wearing her rainbow apron, beams brighter than the sun. Then directed at me, Benjamin continues, “I just love a big juicy zucchini.” That little incubus! “Wanna taste, East?” He blinks at me, feigning innocence, his grey-brown eyes ablaze. “Or are you more of a turnip kinda guy?” He smiles endearingly, pushing a plate of oven-baked turnips in my direction. “ Look how plump they are,” he murmurs. “I bet they’ll just melt right on your tongue.”
“Oh, they will, darling. They absolutely will,” Mum joins in on what has proven to be either 1) the day Easter Bennett came in his pants at his mum’s lunch table or 2) the day Easter Bennett choked on a piece of roasted lamb. “You should try them with the gorgonzola sauce.” She clasps her hands together with glee. “It’s so creamy and salty and I think I really nailed it this time.”
“I bet you did, Dot.” Benjamin smirks at me, confident and glowing. I did this , my heart gallops. My love did this, and it’s the most powerful rush ever. It’s like a drug to witness the proof of my love for him. How he’s changing, transforming right before my eyes into this confident creature. “I bet you nailed it,” he smiles.
“Have some.” She reaches for the sauce.
Oh, he’s so gonna get it later and I make sure to mouth it to him across the table. You’re gonna get it.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Dot.” Benjamin grins at my mother as he accepts the sauce, but I know it’s directed at me. “Yummy, yum, yum!” He smacks his lips as I dig my knife into a turnip, stabbing it furiously. I’m gonna wreck that hole later. I’m gonna make it sing around my cock as I fuck my cum into him. Then, when that little pink pucker is drooling with my gorgonzola sauce, I’m gonna fuck him again. And again. And again.
“Save some appetite, darling,” Mum warns when I stuff a whole turnip into my mouth, the blasted gorgonzola sauce exploding on my tongue. Fuck, it is good. “There’s spotted dick for dessert,” she says, putting the final nail in the coffin. Benjamin snorts a mixture of zucchini and gorgonzola sauce, his eyes watering. “There, there.” Mum pats him on the back a couple times. Then she looks at me, her eyes watery. “He really is lovely, darling. You did good, Easter. I’m proud of you.”
My elaborate and, dare I say, genius plan to finally shut Benjamin up is slowly but surely falling to pieces. I thought he’d be terrified, or at the very least, stunned into silence by the massive dark chocolate dildo that I made just for him. But he simply regards it with awe and hunger, licking his lips hungrily.
“Is that for me?” he moans, and I nearly drop it to the floor. I nod. “Wow, East. It’s even bigger than your mum’s zucchini.” I cringe, trying to wipe that image from my mind. I might need bleach. Or acid.
“Please don’t say zucchini and mum in the same sentence, Benjamin,” I groan.
“Ooops.” He grins, looking smug, like a cat who caught a canary dipped in cream. “Sooo,” he muses, his gaze running up and down the dildo, tracking the fat vein that I carefully moulded into it. “Are you just gonna stand there, waving it around, or are you gonna fuck me with it, Master?” Jesus.
I love this version of him. The one that exudes confidence and a sexy-as-fuck brattiness. My chest bursts with pride and a sense of overwhelming contentment. I did this. I made him believe in himself and the power of his sensuality.
“Just because you wrapped my mum around your little finger, doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do,” I warn, raising a brow at him. “Last time I checked, I owned that ass, and if yesterday wasn’t a good enough reminder of that, then I guess I’m just going to have to show you again, won’t I?” I keep my voice low, as I move towards him. “Now, be a good little Bunny and get on your knees for me.”
He nods eagerly, heat flaring in his eyes and last night’s love bites glowing on his neck against the paleness of his skin. They’ll stay for days and when they fade, I’ll mark him again. And then again. An image of Benjamin wearing a pink leather collar flashes before my eyes, and I just know I’ll be prowling Amazon later when he’s asleep next to me like the possessive motherfucker that I am.
“Yes, Master,” he breathes, his eyelids heavy with need. “I’ll be a good Bunny now. I’ll be very good,” he promises as he drops to his knees in front of me. He regards me wide-eyed, his head tilted back, as he awaits my next move. I frown because something’s off. “What’s wrong?” he asks, scooting towards me on his knees, leaning in, resting his left cheek against my right thigh. My hand flies to his hair on instinct and I pet him gently.
“Your ears,” I grunt. “Wait right here.” Reluctantly, I release myself from him and sprint out the back door and upstairs. Rushing down the hallway, my skin itches to be with him again. It’s dreadful, really. It’s like a sickness, this urge to be next to him all the time. In my bedroom, I pull out the third drawer, rummaging frantically through the flimsy, fluffy content until I find his bunny ears. My heart settles somewhat and I hurry back downstairs.
My heart nearly melts in my chest when I see him, still kneeling on the floor in the exact spot where I left him. His pants are stretched around his hard-on, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“Here we are,” I hum as I move towards him and carefully place the bunny ears on the top of his head. “ There’s my Bunny.” He near-purrs, leaning in against me again, seeking the connection.
“Here I am, Master,” he says. “ Your Bunny.” I grab the chocolate cock from the counter, moving it towards his mouth. Although we’re hidden behind the counter, tucked away from the outside world, I’m still conscious of the fact that the nice, warm spring evening has brought the people of Nettle Green out into the streets. My cock hardens at the thought of fucking Benjamin in the town square in front of everyone, claiming him as mine. Would he let me? If I asked him to? I’m sure he would, but I know I’m way too possessive for that. No fucking way anyone is gonna see what’s mine.
Pinning his chin between my thumb and index finger, I tilt his head so his neck is bared for me. Softly at first, I slap the chocolate dildo against his left cheek and he moans loudly, wantonly. He tries to turn his head to taste it, but I tighten my grip around his chin, tsk-tsking at him. “Not yet.” He groans impatiently, but complies. “Yes, Master.” I slap him again, this time a little harder, and he whines needily, his tongue peeking from his mouth, licking his lips. I alternate my slaps between both cheeks as he writhes and pants, crying beneath me. He’s glorious. Absolutely magnificent in his natural submissiveness. No doubt about it, Benjamin was made just for me.
“Please,” he whimpers, his forehead scrunched into a tense frown. “Please, Master.”
“You want it?” I grit. “You want my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes!” he gasps. “Please.”
“Open your mouth,” I order him, and he obeys instantly. “Stick out your tongue. Let me see it.” He sticks it out like a good little cockslut, and I praise him, unable to hold back. “There we go. Look at that slutty little tongue. Such a good Bunny.” He’s a sobbing mess by now, unable to speak with his tongue hanging out like this. I lean in, my breath hot against his left ear. “I’m gonna wreck you on both ends, Benjamin. You know that, right?” He nods furiously, his eyes swimming with need. “You were a naughty Bunny earlier, weren’t you?” He whines but nods. “Yes, you were,” I hum. “You’ll need to be punished for that, won’t you?” He nods impatiently, the bunny ears bouncing on his head, drool running down his chin.
I tap his tongue lightly and a deep gurgle leaves his mouth. He tries to chase the chocolate cockhead with his tongue, but each time I pull back, then tap him again.
“ Uggghhh ,” he groans, more drool cascading down his chin.
“Impatient, are we?” I smirk. “You want to taste it so badly, don’t you, darling?” He digs his front teeth into his bottom lip, muffling a pitiful whine. Reaching my left hand to the back of his curly head, I cradle him, then pry his mouth back open, guiding the cock into his mouth and further down his throat. He slurps, then gags around it. My balls draw up at the sight, my cock begging to replace the dildo. “Take me out,” I order him as I continue to fuck his mouth with the dildo. His hands fly to my pants, trembling fingers struggling with the zipper until he manages to free me from first my pants, then my briefs. My cock springs free, but he doesn’t touch me. He sniffs, shamelessly breathing me in, and within seconds, the scent of my musk reaches my nostrils and then fills the space around us.
Pulling the dildo away, his mouth is swimming with a deep chocolate colour. “Swallow,” I grit and he does, humming with contentment, closing his eyes. “Show me,” I say, and he sticks out his tongue, showing me how I’ve painted it a rich brown. “So fucking sexy,” I praise him. Releasing my hand from the back of his head, I wrap it around my cock, stroking it a few times, beads of precum pearling at the tip as it continues to trickle from the slit. I’m so fucking horny, and for a second, I’m tempted to just blow my load on his face and fuck him later.
“Please,” he whimpers, leaning in against me, smelling me.
“Did I tell you that you could do that?” I say as I continue to stroke myself.
“No, Master. Sorry, Master. I just…” he trails off, opening his grey-brown eyes.
“You just what?” I taunt him.
“I just really want to taste you.” He blinks at me innocently, and I’m done for.
“Stick out your tongue, Benjamin,” I say, as I guide my cock to his mouth. He opens wide for me, showing me his tongue, and I trace his mouth with the tip of my cock, painting his lips with my juices. He moans happily, chasing me with his tongue and I can’t help chuckling. He has no shame and I tell him exactly just that.
“You have no shame, do you, Bunny? You’re just such a horny little beast, aren’t you?” He nods, humming his agreement before he sucks my cockhead into the wet heat of his mouth. And it’s like heaven and hell at the same time. The bliss and the burning sensation in my balls. I thrust my hips carefully, moving my length in and out. He sucks and slurps and drools like the animal that he is. I alternate between shallow thrusts and deeper ones, teasing his throat, indulging in the feel of him gagging around me. It’s the craziest power trip. His eyes water, tears trickling down his crimson cheeks.
Pulling out, I take him in, my love. He whimpers with displeasure but I’m quick to push the chocolate cock into his mouth and he latches on to it like a pacifier, happily suckling the tip. The chocolate’s starting to melt, but luckily I made it nice and fat enough to last us all night.
Like before, I lose myself in him. The outside world fades away, the voices from the street bleeding into the background. I lose track of time, as I fuck his mouth with the dildo, then my cock, and then the dildo again. My dick is covered in chocolate drool now, Bunny’s saliva gliding down my balls, too. He’s still on his knees for me, humping the air, his dick a fat outline behind his pants. I’m impressed that he hasn’t come yet. He must be exhausted. I mentally put pink knee pads in my Amazon shopping cart.
“Get up,” I rasp, pulling my cock from his mouth. He complains briefly, struggling to his feet, until I flip him around and bend him over the counter, his front facing the street outside. I drop the dildo next to him. It’s glistening with his saliva and I can’t wait to shove it inside him. Tearing down his pants, I take in his fleshy ass, both pale cheeks littered with goosebumps. I lean in over him, blanketing his shivering body with my much larger one.
“You’ve been such a good Bunny,” I whisper against his neck and he moans.
“Thank you, Master.”
“How’re your knees?” I ask him, rubbing my hands along his ass, digging my fingers into the fleshy globes.
“They—they’re fine, Master,” he stammers, shifting on his feet. “Do you…do you think anyone can see us?” he asks, and I hear the edge of excitement in his voice.
“I think they can,” I lie and he cries out. “You want my cock, baby? Or you want the dildo first? You want the good people of Nettle Green to see how well you take it? How wide your hole can stretch around it before you scream and come on my cock? ”
“Yes, God yes,” he begs. “I want it. Please, Master.”
Leaning back, I reach for the dildo and spit on it once, twice, then a third time. My spit mixes with the remnants of his, the chocolate glistening deliciously.
“Spread yourself for me,” I say, and he manoeuvres his hands down to his ass and spreads the cheeks wide for me. His tight pink hole awaits me, covered by that light dusting of dark hair that I’ve come to love so much, just like I love every little part of him, my Bunny. I prod my finger against the rosy rim and he pushes back to meet me. Gathering some precum from my cock, I circle the pad of my thumb around his hole, rubbing it in, getting him ready for me. Once I’m satisfied I won’t hurt him, I guide the dildo to his hole and slip it in on one long glide. He wiggles beneath me, the tips of his fingers digging into his ass cheeks, as he whimpers and mumbles something unintelligible.
“What was that?” I ask him, pulling the dildo out slowly, before I push it in again, this time with a little more force.
“So good,” he sighs, his right cheek resting against the smooth surface of the cherry wood counter. “You always fuck me so good, Master,” he exhales. Fucking hell. I thrust harder, fucking him faster with the dildo, getting him nice and loose for my cock. I know I won’t last long, but neither will he. He’s fucking the counter in irregular movements and I know if I tell him he can come, he’ll blow within seconds. Benjamin never needs to touch himself when I fuck him. I can get him there, hands-free, with my cock lodged deep in his hole every time. It’s magnificent, the way I can play his body like an instrument, pulling the sweetest sounds from his lips and his pink pucker.
I feel him clenching; the dildo vibrating in my hand, and I know it’s time. Reaching under the counter, I fumble for the bottle of lube that I put there when Benjamin started working for me and I started sneaking off for emergency wank sessions during the day. I squeeze a generous dollop into my hand and quickly lather my cock in it, the touch along sending sparks shooting up my spine. Pulling the dildo from his hole, I swap it with my cock before he has a chance to complain. I slam home and Bunny screams, sucking me right into his warmth.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants. “So good,” he slurs. I fuck him fast and hard, my cock throbbing with each thrust. He sobs whenever I jam my cockhead against his prostate, pleasure-pain painted across his face. “Please,” he whines. “I need to come. Please, Master.” His ass is wiggling as he struggles not to.
“You like that, don’t you, my little nympho? You like it when I wreck your ass. When I wreck your ripe little turnip?” Shit, I have no control over what’s coming out of my mouth at this point, but this Bunny’s onboard the train, full steam ahead to Fuckville.
“Yes!” he screams. “Fuck that hole. Wreck it. Fuck that turnip. Cream me with your sauce. Soak me in it!” Holy shit. Slamming into him a few more times, I feel the familiar burn in my chest, my vision starting to blur at the sides. Blood rushes in my head and I feel it, my orgasm, washing over me like an all-consuming wave of bliss. I shoot my juice inside him and he moans happily, then comes within seconds, his entire body shaking with his own release.
“ Aaaarrrrhhhh ,” he calls out, his lofty voice mingling with my deeper one. “Eeeast,” he yells, clenching around me, squeezing my cock in a tight, warm glove.
“Bunny,” I croak, my eyes stinging, my throat burning. “My Bunny.” I love him so much. More than I ever thought possible. And just like always, we’re one body, one soul, one heart. When he speaks, his voice is breathy. “I love you so much, East. So so much.” And then I do cry, just a little. Because it’s overwhelming as fuck when you never thought there was someone out there just for you, and then suddenly, he’s right here. Everywhere.
“I love you too, darling,” I kiss his damp neck. “I adore you,” I laugh and he winces. Carefully, I pull out. His hole is pink and beautifully bruised. Then, when he laughs too, my cum—mixed with chocolate—oozes from his hole. Like fucking MilkyWay spread; creamy white and rich chocolate. What a sight. It’s like him and me, night and day, light and darkness, the fucking sunshine to my grumpy arse.
“Fucking hell,” I curse, then dive right in between his peachy ass cheeks. Licking along his crease, I scoop up my cum with the tip of my tongue, then suck more directly from his pucker. He giggles and squirms beneath me, and I hum against his rim. The taste explodes on my tongue, but I don’t swallow. Leaning up, I grab him by the shoulders, lifting him, then spinning him around. He regards me through a haze, his eyes love drunk, hair a mess, and the bunny ears askew like the first time he wore them for me. He looks well-fucked and oh so very, very lovely. He looks like mine, my Bunny.
I lean in and claim his mouth in a fierce kiss, hoping that it conveys everything I feel for him. How grateful I am that he came into my life and brought the sunlight with him. That he brought spring. He opens for me, sucking the cum from my mouth, moaning hungrily. We kiss and kiss like there’s no tomorrow. Until there’s no cum left. Until he’s swallowed it all, the evidence of my desire for him now pooling in his stomach.
The world has gone quiet outside, the good people of Nettle Green now resting in their beds, perhaps kissing their loved ones too. Tomorrow, the rush before the holidays starts in earnest, only three days left until Easter. But for tonight, the world has come to a stop, resting as it bears witness to a love unlike any other. A love between a Bunny and his Master. Between a broody chocolate shop owner and his enchanting assistant. But most of all, a love between two men, two lonely souls, who found their peace and purpose in the other.