Bloom

Chapter Twenty-Seven

He was ready to go to read and go to bed after a while. Actually, he wanted to get off and read afterward. Also, he wanted to use his heat and have an anal orgasm. The day had tired him out, and he needed something to relieve tension.

“Jaime?”

“What?” Jaime reached for the book he’d left on his bedside. Aleric squinted at the small title on the front. A Guide to Pregnancy for the Abundant Male. Before, During, and After.

“Is that one better?”

“Yeah. The author was an abundant male and a physician. I think he knows what he’s talking about. He’s also not a sack of dicks who act like abundant males are whiny and manipulative just because they want to rest and ask their husband to fetch a snack or whatever.”

“That’s good.”

Aleric couldn’t use his toy with Jaime next to him. Going into the sitting or privy room was strange. Asking Jaime to leave would be rude. Or he could take his own book, read, and ignore being horny. He hadn’t thought to jerk off in the bath, and that wasn’t as satisfying anyway.

A blowjob would be great as long as Jaime let him do it in return that time. He wanted to do it first because pushing his heat and waiting while he pleasured the other was something he liked. Giving was relaxing in its own way.

“Do you want to read right now or would you mind doing something else?” asked Aleric.

“Like what?”

“I’m not about to go elsewhere with my toy.”

Jaime chuckled. “Did you buy one that same day?”

Aleric’s face grew hot. “I’m horny a lot. I need more than my hand.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. Do you want me to use it on you?”

Aleric hadn’t thought about that, but it wasn’t quite what he wanted. He needed touch, not a cold, glass toy. “We-we could fuck instead. Nothing kinky.”

Jaime paused. “I’m not sure if that’s the best idea. What if you regret it afterward? It’s not the same as oral.”

“I don’t regret the blowjob, and right now, I need something. If we’re not doing that now, I’d like oral. Unless you don’t want to do either.”

“Can I eat your ass? You won’t be stuffed, but it’ll give you anal stimulation.”

“Wait-you were serious that afternoon?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.”

Nobody had ever eaten Aleric’s ass, and he hadn’t done it to anyone. “I-I don’t know.”

“Have you done it?”

“No one’s ever offered.” Aleric had read it in a book once. “I don’t think I’d want to lick someone’s asshole. No offense. If you do that to me, I can’t see myself doing it back.”

“Giving it and receiving it’s different. I’d rather give it, and I like the taste of slick. I’ll do it if you want to try it, and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. I can suck your cock, or if you want, I could finger you.”

Aleric thought for a few seconds. “All right, but I want to please you first. It’ll be much better if I can suck you off.”

Jaime put the book down on the bedside table before he pushed the blanket from his legs and scooted over. His erection was obvious. Aleric immediately pushed his heat as he moved to meet him in the middle of the bed.

“Wait-what are we doing?”

“I just said I want to suck your cock.”

“I know, but tell me what you want.”

Aleric’s face and chest grew warm. “I like rough blow jobs, and that’s what I want to do first.”

“How rough?”

“Grab my hair and use my throat how you please. Pretend that’s all my mouth is for.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. You have no idea how much I miss it.”

“What else?”

Aleric hesitated. If they were doing that, why not one more little thing? “You could tie my wrists if you wanted. An easy loop tie would be more for the feeling, and I could get out of it pretty fast.”

It wasn’t like being spread and tied to the bed or having his wrists truly bound, which he couldn’t get out of so easily. It'd be a safe form of feeling helpless while Jaime used his mouth. He could wiggle out of a loop.

“As much as I’d love to do that, we’ll skip it,” said Jaime. “We’re doing enough, and since you’re going to be wearing my cum on your face, you might have to close your eyes. That’s one sense down. You want to feel like I’m in control but still safe, right?”

Aleric’s ass was growing wet, and it took an effort to stay still. “Yes.”

“I can do that to you. Do you want me to eat your ass afterward?”

“Yes.”

“I know what we can do. Stand up.” Aleric stood, and Jaime got off on his side. “Stay there. Is there something I can put down?”

“There are a few throw blankets in the closet.”

Jaime found one and spread it out. He doffed his shirt, tossed it down, took Aleric’s arm, and led him over in front of the long looking glass mounted on the wall. Jaime made him face it and took a handful of his hair in a firm grip.

“Look at yourself. Even though I can’t wait to do things to you, and your ass is probably halfway soaked by now, you have a safety word, and you can use it at any time. Remember that.”

“I know. It’s ocean.” Why was he making Aleric say it in front of the looking glass?

Jaime’s eyes were riveted to the reflection of Aleric’s flushed face. His body was far more interesting to Aleric whose eyes drifted to look at his bare chest.

“Keep looking at yourself. You can also say stop or change anything if you don’t like it or simply don’t want to do it. And that goes for having your ass eaten. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Now shut up and be a good slut.” Jaime turned him a bit and lifted the edge of his shirt. “Sluts don’t get clothes. They stay naked so they can be used like the whores they are.”

Dear Elira. Considering the way he was talking, and the things he’d said in the woods, he’d been holding back on their first night. As soon as Aleric’s shirt was tossed on the floor, his sleep pants came next. Jaime slid his drawers down, immediately faced him away, and bent him over. Holding Aleric around the waist, he groped one of his cheeks.

“You’ve got such a nice ass. Stay bent over. Grip your cheeks and pull them apart. I want to see your asshole.” Jaime released him, and Aleric obeyed him even though his face grew hotter with shame.

No one had ever degraded him in front of a looking glass and made him watch while he shamed himself. The thought had never even occurred to him. Through his legs, he looked obscene with his asshole on display, and that only made him produce more slick. A thick rivulet was already trailing down the back of his balls. Jaime didn’t say a word as he ran a couple of fingers up Aleric’s balls and to his hole.

His breathing picked up at the slight pressure, although Jaime didn’t penetrate him.

“Look at how wet you are, slut. Keep your eyes on your hole. I bet I could slide a couple of fingers right in there.”

Please, yes. Aleric needed to feel something in his ass. More of the clear liquid leaked out, and instead of slipping a finger in, Jaime rubbed his cheeks.

“You’re so pretty. Stand up and clasp your hands behind your back. Keep them like that unless I say otherwise, and don’t move.”

Aleric straightened up. Keeping his hands behind his back was another safe way of restraining him where he could get out of it in a second. Jaime held his hard cock without stroking him. The still pressure was practically maddening, but he could stay still even though he wanted to move and fuck the grip around his cock.

Jaime had tented the front of his sleep pants, and he was probably aching to feel Aleric’s mouth on him.

“You’re good at staying still even with the heat. Turn around, slut, and look at yourself again.”

Jaime kept a hold of his cock. Satisfied that Aleric was watching himself, he thumbed a nipple and pinched it. He was pretty sure it felt more sensitive than normal. It was likely since he was pregnant.

“You’re beautiful, especially with the blush.”

Jaime stroked his chest and was particularly gentle around his stomach which was still flat. He finally released Aleric’s cock and turned him to rub his back.

“Part your legs. Your balls are quite wet.” Jaime cupped them from behind. “What a patient whore. I bet you can’t wait to suck my cock. Bend over. Show me your wet hole again.”

Jaime parted his cheeks and slipped a finger in. Aleric couldn’t help a faint noise. Finally. Friction.

“Shh. Save your moans for when my cock is in your mouth. If I let you make any noise.” Jaime gently pushed his finger into the hilt. “Uh-uh. No squirming.”

Aleric tightened his jaw when his prostate was firmly stroked. Jaime used his other hand to grasp Aleric’s cock. If Jaime decided to get him off right there, he wouldn’t complain.

Jaime released his cock and stepped back. “If you want more, you better get on your knees. I don’t think I need to tell a whore what I expect, and you can figure out how to get to my cock with your mouth.”

Damn right, he didn’t need to say it. Aleric wanted the finger back in his ass, but he wanted something else even more. When he sank to his knees in front of Jaime, he felt a drop of slick on the floor under his knee.

Jaime hadn’t removed his sleep pants, and he made no move to help as Aleric nipped at the ties around his waist. He didn’t mind working to get to the cock he so badly wanted. Even though he’d seen Jaime naked before, he’d never gotten to admire him quite so much. Physical jobs, wandering, and practicing with his sword in private had certainly kept him firm.

Aleric didn’t know what to call them, but some men had faint marks on their hips, and Jaime had them too. With the waist of his sleep pants loosened and sagging, they were more noticeable and practically made a V shape toward his dick. Aleric had to use his teeth on either side to make them slide down. The drawers had a little button at the waist, and he had to work a little harder to undo it.

It finally came loose, and Aleric bit at the waist to pull down the drawers. Jaime’s cock came free. Some dominants didn’t want the submissive making eye contact and preferred for them to look down or elsewhere. Some didn’t care, and others liked forcing eye contact. Aleric chanced a glance up as he gave Jaime’s cock a lick along the side.

He didn’t seem to mind. Aleric was ready to stuff it in his throat, but Jaime lifted his cock. “Lick my balls.”

Aleric obediently lapped at the skin of his sack and let a few licks trail to the underside of Jaime’s cock. Gently, to avoid scraping it on his teeth, he drew a ball into his mouth to suck on while he looked up. Jaime let his cock drop on his face, partially obscuring his vision.

The gesture, simple yet so degrading, like Aleric wasn’t worth a courtesy despite sucking on the man’s left nut, made more slick leak from his ass and dribble down his own sack. Another drop had started trailing down his thigh. If he sat on the bed or anywhere, he’d leave a huge wet spot. The tip of his cock was wet too.

Aleric released him to give his cock long, slow licks up the side even though he was ready to shove it in his throat. Anything to draw it out a little.

“I thought you were going to suck me off,” said Jaime.

“Your slut just wants to enjoy the privilege a little more.”

“Aren’t you a sweet whore?” Jaime got himself a good handful of his hair, tilted his head back, and smacked his cock against the side of Aleric’s face. Some of the moisture on the tip smeared across his cheek. “Stick your tongue out and stay still.”

Aleric had to remain still for a few moments with the head of his cock resting against his tongue, and he tasted a little pre-cum. Jaime started sweeping part of Aleric’s hair up and combing his fingers through it like he was trying to get it just right.

When he gripped it again, it was hard enough to sting Aleric’s scalp.

“I think that’ll work to keep you under control. Suck, whore. It’s all you're good for.”

Aleric whimpered as the head was shoved into his mouth. Fuck. He needed this: to be manhandled, treated like a whore, and still feel safe. All he had to do was move his hands and snap if he couldn’t talk.

Aleric worked the length into his throat. He still hadn’t lost his talent since he didn’t gag.

Jaime tightened his fingers until his eyes stung and threatened to water.

“My cock doesn’t leave your mouth until I allow it or take you off so you can wear my load,” Jaime warned, not quite in his throat. Aleric gazed up at him, obediently still and waiting. Jaime was holding his hair so hard, it made sense why he’d been careful about how he grabbed it.

He could allow a little leeway or take control and use Aleric’s throat like it had no other purpose but for pleasure. Jaime’s pleasure.

He shifted his stance slightly. “Look at yourself. Keep your eyes on yourself. I want you to watch while I fuck your throat. You look like a dirty slut.”

Aleric whined as the words made him wetter. Naked, on his knees, hands clasped behind his back, and with a dick in his mouth, he didn’t look like the future lord of anywhere. His chest was blushing pink just like his face. His lips had turned a little dark since they were wrapped around the shaft partially hidden in his mouth. A vein ran along the side of Jaime’s cock and disappeared. Jaime’s hand was snug in his messy hair, and several strands hung askew.

A thread of pre-cum hung from the tip of his cock, and another droplet ran along the side. His balls, hanging between his parted knees, had a droplet of clear liquid on the bottom.

Anyone walking in would think he was a whore.

“I know what you want.”

Yes, yes, yes. Aleric wanted it all. He needed every inch in his throat. He’d never known he could be degraded, shamed, and made to feel so dirty and small with a looking glass. It made him want to pleasure Jaime all the more. From Aleric’s cock, the thread of pre-cum thickened and fell on the floor.

“Your lips wrapped around my cock is a good look for you.”

Jaime moved him just a little to make the angle better as he pushed himself in. With Aleric’s face practically pressed against his crotch, he could just see himself well enough since Jaime had moved a bit earlier. His ass leaked as he couldn’t help the slight retch. Nothing came up, and it wasn’t like he could have puked anyway.

Jaime’s thick cock filled his throat and blocked his air. Like a well-trained toy, Aleric remained still and stared at his reflection. Jaime made a noise and pulled back so he could breathe.

Slowly, he started to fuck Aleric’s throat in earnest while holding his hair tight to keep his head still. Aleric had enough time to catch his breath, and he used his tongue on the underside. The head mercilessly dipped into his throat with the rest following. With his airway cut off, he had no choice but to accept every last inch until Jaime bottomed out in his mouth. It slid back out so he could breathe again.

The process repeated with Aleric watching himself endure the throat fucking. Jaime picked up the pace a little bit, forcing him to focus more on getting his air.

Buried to the root again, Jaime held him that time. “You like being at my mercy, don’t you?”

Fuck yes. He needed it.

“You don’t even care if you can breathe, as long as my cock is in you.”

At the words, Aleric felt another flood of slick in his hole. Quite a bit suddenly dripped out of his ass to hit the floor with a faintly audible, wet sound that he knew Jaime had heard.

“Whore.” He pulled out entirely, and thick ropes of saliva stretched from his cock to Aleric’s lips. “You need my dick in your mouth, don’t you?” Jaime slapped the wet shaft against his face.

“Yes, please,” gasped Aleric. “Fuck my whore throat. Please. Use me.”

“Keep watching yourself.”

Jaime guided his head that time, and sometimes, he didn’t force his dick in, so he had longer to breathe. Aleric had to watch himself while his eyes watered, drool streaked his chin, and Jaime used his mouth like that was his main purpose in his life. Aleric sucked and lapped at him, desperate to please him even though his ass ached to be filled.

Jaime pulled out and rubbed his cock all over Aleric’s face. “You’re covered in your own drool and slick. I’m not quite ready to cum just yet, so you’re going to stay on your knees and scoot over when I order you. Until then, stare at yourself. I want you to remember how filthy you look.”

Dear Elira. If Aleric had been allowed to touch himself, he would have already cum. Jaime crouched for a moment to kiss him.

“Are you still alright?”

More than all right. Just desperate to please him more and get off himself. “Yes. I want you to fuck my throat again.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Jaime went to sit on the bed while Aleric gazed at himself as told, feeling dirtier and more disgusting in the best possible way. He’d never imagined watching his mouth be used could be so arousing.

“Come here, slut, and suck me off. Watch your drippings.”

Aleric’s face burned as he turned and inched over on his knees, still holding his hands behind his back.

“Maybe I’ll have to make you go outside and cut your own switch one of these days. Those usually make dirty little sluts move faster. They remember how much it stings on the back of their thighs.

Jaime wouldn’t do that. Would he? Aleric tried to make it hastier, and he settled between Jaime’s knees with his head ducked. “I’ll be good.” Not that he’d actually mind trying out a switch on the back of his thighs. The humiliation of being made to fetch his own would make it better.

Jaime cupped both sides of his face. “We’ll see. Do your job.”

Aleric had to keep up a steady pace as he sucked and took Jaime down his throat on his own. Even though his ass was nearly a stream, and he was about to beg for Jaime to simply pick him up, impale him on his dick, and fuck him senseless, he didn’t slack off. The act of pleasuring another with his mouth was enjoyable and not a task he did only to keep things even or so Jaime could simply get off.

It was a total submission, and he loved making the other feel good, the feel of a thick shaft in his mouth, Jaime’s quickening breath, and holding back on his pleasure.

His cock leaked when Jaime took his head and forced it down.

“Look at me.” Aleric immediately obeyed and didn’t stop. Jaime must have been having trouble holding back since he appeared strained as he leaned back a little. The blanket was wrinkled from him grabbing it. “You’re a good little cock-sucking slut, aren’t you?”

Aleric could only moan since he wasn’t supposed to take his mouth off Jaime unless told. His hair was snatched a moment later to pull him off.

“Tell me what you are.” Jaime wrapped his other hand around his shaft to jerk himself while holding Aleric’s head in place.

“I'm a little cock-sucking slut.”

“That’s not quite what I said. Aren’t you mine?”

“Yes.” His desperation was making it hard to focus. “I’m your good little cock-sucking slut.”

“Stick your tongue out. I know you want to taste it, whore.”

The first hot rope nearly hit Aleric in the eye, and he had to close them as he kept his tongue out. The next streaked across his face, and he tasted salt that time since a little made it into his mouth. Jaime groaned. More cum landed on Aleric’s face, and he was pretty sure some had gotten in his hair.

“Fuck.” Jaime rubbed the head across Aleric’s tongue, smearing more salty fluid. Some dribbled down his cheek. “Swallow what you’ve got.”

Aleric swallowed, and when the head prodded his lips, he gently sucked to get the last drops.

“You really do look like a filthy whore.” Jaime released his head. “You’re a good boy. Relax your arms.”

Aleric didn’t dare open his eyes since Jaime had coated his face well, and he could feel it all over. He was pretty sure Jaime was simply watching him, dirty, disheveled, and kneeling like a pleasure slave awaiting his next order.

“Get up on the bed.” Jaime helped him to do so. “Show me your asshole.”

Aleric set his knees wide. Head down and ass up was a pretty basic position. The back of his balls was wet, and more slick leaked out as he exposed himself. Jaime made an appreciative noise while rubbing his thighs.

“Please,” Aleric whimpered, figuring it was a good time to beg. Logically, he knew he wouldn’t, but if he had to wait too much longer, he was sure he’d be acting like he had during heat fever and damn near rabid.

Jaime stroked his hole, and Aleric’s breath caught. “You are a good boy, so I should reward you.”

Aleric grunted at the pressure on his asshole. “Please call me a good boy again.”

“You’re a very good boy. You did everything I said, and you make a pretty slut with my cum all over your face. Hold still. I can’t wait to taste all of the slick you’re making.”

Jaime grasped his hips, and the cover blanket under him rustled as he moved. Aleric flinched slightly at the unexpected puff of air across his soaked hole.

“Are you okay?” Jaime asked.

“I’m fine.”

“You flinched.”

“You breathed on me, and I wasn’t expecting it.”

“I’m just making sure.”

“Please, fill my ass. Anything…I need it. I’m so wet.”

Jaime kneaded one cheek. “You need it, huh?”

“Elira, yes, please! I need something in my ass. Please.”

Aleric was relaxed and wet enough for two of Jaime’s fingers to effortlessly slide in, and he gasped at the sudden, welcome intrusion. It wasn’t a cock, but it was something, and he squeezed. Jaime worked his rim a little before adding a third, and he pumped them in and out with a warning to stay still.

Aleric had to bite the blanket when Jaime directly rubbed his prostate. “I’m surprised a slut has such a tight hole.”

Aleric made a faintly animalistic noise. A man with no heat would probably never understand just how good it felt to be penetrated. The heat made it more intense and better, while at the same time making him want more. Being pregnant hadn’t lessened it. He squirmed as more fluid formed in his ass.

“Elira, you’re so wet.”

Jaime pulled out his fingers, and his mouth was on Aleric’s hole the next. His warm, wet tongue lapped at the slick oozing out. Aleric almost wasn’t sure what to think of the new sensation. He’d felt a tongue on his cock plenty of times, and it wasn’t the same. The warmth and moisture glided around his rim, and he squealed as he pushed back ever so slightly, wanting more.

Jaime’s thumbs rubbed circles on his hips. “I take it you like it, my pretty little slut.”

Aleric bit the blanket again as Jaime dipped his tongue in, making him wetter. He heard a slurp and was pretty sure Jaime had just drunk some that had leaked out, and for some reason, it excited him even more.

“You taste good.”

Aleric’s cock leaked. Nobody had ever pretty drunk his slick before. Jaime only stopped to thrust his fingers into his ass again and rub him until he was squirming. That time, he smeared some of the leaked slick down Aleric’s shaft and started stroking him before he lapped at him once more.

His breath caught at the double stimulation. If Jaime wanted to do this again, he’d never say no. He circled the rim and thrust his tongue, licking up every bit of slick he could. With the new sensation and being made to wait so long, Aleric was sure he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“Are you going to come on my tongue?” Jaime before dipping his tongue back in.

“Yeeees!” Aleric groaned as he fisted the blanket and struggled not to fuck Jaime’s hand. “It feels so good! Make your slut cum. Please!”

His nuts tightened, and the need was almost unbearable for a moment.

Jaime chuckled against his ass and quickened his hand. Aleric thought he was going to cry for a moment at the intensity.

Jaime squeezed his hip when Aleric cried out. The orgasm rippled through him with such force, he had to shout into the blanket. Jaime didn’t stop eating his ass or stroking his cock, and Aleric tried to clench around the tip of his tongue. Cum streaked his thigh, and the pleasure raced through him while Jaime’s tongue dipped as deep as possible.

“Fuck,” Aleric moaned as the orgasm ebbed, and he twitched his hips. Jaime stilled his hand and gave him a last lick to collect what he could.

Aleric sagged down, too tired to hold himself up or do much of anything. He’d never felt so worn out and thoroughly fucked.

“Would you do that again?” asked Jaime.

“Fuck, yes…”

“Rest on the blanket. I’ll be right back.”

Aleric almost could have fallen asleep despite the cum and fluids drying on him. Watery sounds came from the privy, and he assumed Jaime was cleaning his mouth. He returned with a damp cloth to gently wipe Aleric’s face.

Once he could, Aleric opened his eyes and squinted. “You didn’t have to. I’ll get up…eventually.”

“I know, but I made a mess all over you.”

Jaime even wiped between his legs, although Aleric would have to clean himself better before he went to bed. Afterward, Jaime settled to cuddle him close and rub his back.

If Jaime stayed like this toward him, Aleric would be able to get everything he’d wanted before: a loving husband to raise a child with. Or a few kids. Unless everything changed later. He tried to force that looming thought away and focus on Jaime’s fingers which were kneading circles on his back.

He didn’t want to move, but he knew if he didn’t make himself get up, he’d fall asleep, and he needed a quick wash in the tub. Also, he wanted something small to eat.

“I need to clean up.” Aleric stretched a little and opened his eyes. “You know what? I’m hungry too.”

Jaime kissed his cheek. “What do you want?”

I could go for bread with a little cacao spread afterward. The cook often keeps some on hand. Or if you don’t want to get it-”

“I’ll get it for you while you’re washing.” Jaime got off the bed to dress.

Aleric didn’t feel like taking a full bath, so he simply stood in the sunken tub and put his head under the tap to start with. He was pretty sure he had a little cum in his hair. He’d barely finished when a knock on the privy door made him jump.

“Hey.” Jaime opened the door to peek in. “If there’s no spread, what else do you want?”

Aleric brushed his wet hair out of his face. “A little honey is fine. Not too much of either. Thank you, Jaime.”

“You’re welcome.”