Chapter 13 #3
“Who needs a chiropractor? Are you feeling steady?” Toby kissed his nape.
“Mmm…” That tingled. “I am. Sorry, but it was time to move.”
He was pretty proud of himself, to be honest…
“Shh. You were perfect. Lovely.” Toby moved around in front of him. “I couldn’t ask for more.”
Toby took him by the chin and kissed him, slow and deep. He could feel the hunger, sure, but there was more too. Something deeper, genuine.
Oh.
Their first real kiss.
He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax back and breathe deep. Oh damn, that was fine.
Toby took his time, tasting him, exploring, letting him explore in return.
His body was responding—of course it was, he wasn’t dead—but more than that, he was soaring, his heartbeat speeding.
Toby caught him around the waist and ended the kiss. “Beautiful boy.”
I’ll give you anything you want.
Toby thought it, but he didn’t say it. He didn’t dare, because it was the truth. He was fairly sure it was the most true thing he’d ever almost said out loud.
He couldn’t count the boys he’d been with who had warmed his cock reluctantly and only because he’d demanded it. Roper had relaxed right into it, so clearly enjoying their connection, the service, the act itself.
Such a gift. The service, and the boy himself.
“Do you need to sit, kitten?”
“Hmm?” Roper’s eyes were the slightest bit unfocused, gaze on his mouth.
He smiled slightly. Maybe the boy just didn’t know what subspace was. “Come, boy. Let’s get you off your feet.”
And then I will kiss you again.
“Right.” Roper chuckled softly and patted his cock with a gentle hand. “You made me a little lightheaded.”
He swallowed back his moan. Naughty boy taking liberties. “That is a compliment, and I’ll take it.” He let Roper take his arm as they headed for the couch. “You made me a little lightheaded too, among other things.”
“Good. I want to make you feel satisfied.”
“We’ll get to that.” Toby decided against the couch and led Roper down the hall toward his bedroom.
“I hope so.” Roper winked at him, offered him a wicked smile.
He snorted. “Left, into my room, boy.” He wasn’t going to admit how long it had been since anyone shared his actual bed. He’d been to hotels, to the club, but he hadn’t brought anyone home in ages.
He felt rewarded for making his bed every morning.
Roper stepped in, lifting his face and inhaling deep.
That was both weird and kind of hot. And he felt strangely self-conscious. Was the boy scenting his laundry? His gym sneakers?
“God, I’ll never not know that’s you.” That was bliss on his boy’s face.
Okay, a scent kink. That was a new one to him, and he found it strangely erotic. “You didn’t tell me you were part hound.” He herded Roper farther into the room.
“What is it with you and critters?” Roper’s cheeks went bright red.
“I could ask you the same question.” He leaned close to one heated cheek. “That was a fucking turn on I didn’t know I’d been missing out on.”
He could see the way Roper shivered, how his nipples went hard. “You can tell a lot about chemistry with a man, by whether you’re into the way he smells.”
“Hm.” He stuck his nose into the soft flesh under the boy’s jaw and inhaled. “Mm. What am I learning? You smell like soap and a very nice, masculine aftershave.” He couldn’t place it, but he liked it.
Roper lifted his chin. “Sauvage. Ryder knows how I feel about good cologne. He got me a bottle for our birthday.”
Our birthday. No wonder Roper hadn’t thought of a plan that didn’t involve his twin. They were that close. Roper didn’t even have his own birthday in his mind.
“It suits you.” He slid his hand under Roper’s shirt and found one of those stiff little nipples. “That scent will always be Roper now.”
“Oh…” Roper arched, pushing into his touch.
“I’m going to give you what you want because you’ve been such a good little brat. I’m going to fuck you tonight, and you can blow me in the morning.”
He felt so greedy.
It was great.
Roper moaned softly. “Sounds like a great lesson plan, Professor.”
He grinned and pushed Roper’s shirt off over the boy’s head. “It’s a little off syllabus, but that’s my prerogative, isn’t it?”
“It so is.” Those pretty abs rippled, dancing for him.
He’d never been with anyone like Roper. So fit, so beautiful. So sexual, even when the boy wasn’t trying to be.
He closed the bedroom door because, well, because Whiskey had a way of interrupting things, then slowly relieved Roper of his shorts and briefs.
He loved how, while the hair on Roper’s head was pure silver, the carefully trimmed line of curls crowning that filling cock was black as raven’s wings.
He had to admit, it made for a striking visual.
“You have a little wood there for me, boy. Very nice.” He was so hard now he was aching. He needed. His balls felt heavy. He wanted Roper like he’d never wanted anyone.
He pulled the naked boy in close against his fully clothed body and kissed him again, giving Roper a taste of all of that.
Roper pressed against him—no hesitation, no reluctance, just a direct hunger. One hand was against his fly, rubbing nice and hard.
Toby toed off his sneakers, fingers going right to his pants. His dick needed air, room to move, and he wanted that hand on him, not the fucking denim.
Roper was more than willing to help, tearing at his jeans, opening his fly and shoving them down his hips.
He let Roper deal with his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt, which, of course, got stuck on his wrists as he tried to shove it off. He tugged at one impatiently.
Roper took advantage of his entrapment to move around him, touching and nibbling and stroking him. His nipple got pinched, his balls cupped, his ass patted.
Ah, and there was that glorious brat. “Boy,” he warned, even as he was loving all the attention. “That’s enough.”
“Hmm? You need help, Professor.” Roper nipped his chin, tugged his pubes.
“But you’re not helping, boy.” He sighed, more for dramatic benefit than out of frustration. “Help me free my hands. Add three swats to your count for tomorrow.”
“I am so helpful.” Roper finally—finally—walked around to get his shirt off. “Wouldn’t want to step on your toes…”
“You’re going to be in so much trouble when my hands are free.”
Roper’s smile was wicked, but also warm, admiring, happy, and his boy’s fingers were quick and gentle.
As soon as he was free, he turned to face the boy and took Roper’s jaw in one hand. “I think that was the opposite of help, naughty, hot, kitten.”
Roper’s fingers landed on his belly, teasing him. “Do you think so, Professor?”
“I do. I didn’t mind much, but I do think so.” He caught Roper’s cock and squeezed it. “But I have my hands back now.”
Roper tried to go up on tiptoe, but that didn’t work at all, just chest-bumping him.
He bumped back gently so he didn’t knock Roper over and grinned. “I’ve never fucked a man in a boot before. Well, not that kind of boot.”
“I’ve never been fucked in this kind of boot before either, so there’s that.” He was going to tan Roper’s hide tomorrow.
He shook his head. “There’s lube in the chest over there. Find it and use it.”
“I can do that, Professor.” Roper followed his finger, smiling at the chest. “It’s a handsome piece.”
Roper was at his most handsome when he was smiling. “Thank you. You’ll get to know it well, I hope.”
“Me too, Professor.” Roper opened the chest, searched for the lube, crowing when he found it.
He stopped himself from snorting, but he wanted to. “You approve?”
“I don’t know that I can take your cock without it, Professor.”
He chuckled. “No, nor would you want to, boy. That’s no fun.”
“Nope. You’d tear me up, in the bad way.” Roper stuck his tongue out and groaned.
“I’m much more interested in the good way.” He had been patient most of the day, but it was wearing thin. “Get to it; I’m waiting.”
“Do you want to watch?” The question didn’t seem rude, more genuine.
“I do. I appreciate the ask.” He moved closer and drew his fingers over Roper’s shoulders.
“Of course. I want this to be good for you.” Roper unscrewed the top, then knelt on the bed with his booted foot, leaning forward so he could see those fingers disappearing in that tight hole.
Damn. The boy was positively shameless, and he loved it. He stepped up close enough to give one muscled ass cheek a love tap. It didn’t come out like a love tap though, and the pale skin pinked up nicely.
Roper hummed and wiggled. “Do I get to take that off tomorrow’s count, Professor?”
“No, and you can add two for asking.” He smoothed his hand over the warmed skin and watched Roper get himself ready. The boy had clearly practiced this one a few times. As those fingers slid inside, he caught Roper’s wrist and pushed them in deeper.
That earned him a deep, rough cry, and didn’t his boy arch so prettily?
“You can handle more, boy,” He said with a low growl. “Show me.”
“Fuck me.” Roper bit the words out, but he added another finger, his thighs parting.
“You don’t give the orders here, boy.” But of course, that was exactly what he wanted to do. He rolled a condom on, then snatched the lube from Roper and slicked up his hungry prick, intending to use his boy the way they both needed.
“Orders?” A dull flush climbed up Roper’s spine.
He shoved Roper’s hand away and teased them both, nudging at that perfect hole. “Fuck, I want you.”
“Please. I need to feel you, now. Deep. Hard.” That sweet body clenched against the tip of his cock.
He had a fleeting thought that he should give the boy just the opposite, but Roper wasn’t being bratty or playful, and Toby wasn’t in the mood to play either.
He wanted. He was going to have the boy.
“Yes.” He shoved in, sinking deeper until his hip met Roper’s ass, and then he took Roper by the hips and rocked in a little deeper.
“Yes!” Roper’s voice was deep and raw, his head slamming back.
Fuck, that was pretty.
And Roper was tight. Not newbie or inexperienced, just naturally fucking tight. Toby held on and took what he needed, giving the boy what he wanted in return.
Deep.
Hard.
So fucking good.
Roper worked his cock like a master, body rippling around his prick, milking him, making him want to lose control.
He didn’t complicate things with words. He moved exactly as his body told him to, driving them both higher.
Roper climbed up to the headboard, bracing himself, giving him more pressure.
“You…better be close, boy,” he managed to get out around his clenched teeth. Everything was spiraling inside, urgent and unstoppable.
“Mmhmm…” Roper reached down, stroking himself quick and hard.
His eyes crossed with the extra pressure, and he bent over Roper’s back, one hand gripping the boy’s shoulder.
“Yes. Yes, right there. Fuck me!” Roper bowed, ass tight as a fist.
He grunted, adding more power to his thrusts. A piece of him was grinning at the pushy bottom, but mostly, he was trying to hold himself back long enough to make his boy see stars. “Now, boy. I want to feel you. Now.”
“Professor!” Roper shot hard, his body convulsing, shaking around him.
He managed two more half-hearted thrusts and then he was shooting hard enough to make him shudder, letting go of control in exchange for total bliss.
Roper was incredibly strong for a small man, holding his weight, keeping them both balanced. Impressive.
He shifted his weight carefully and disposed of the condom. Normally, he’d ask his boy to do it, but he didn’t want Roper to have to deal with hobbling on that boot. He’d like the boy to feel like he wasn’t injured for a few minutes.
He sank back into the pillows and put an arm around Roper, helping him to turn and settle.
Roper was heavy against him, a low hum brushing his skin, soft and sweet as hell.
This was lovely, perfect. But he still needed to be a responsible Dom. “How do you feel? Anything you need to tell me?”
“I needed that. Thank you, Professor. I’m a snuggler.”
“Perfect.” He’d needed that too. And waiting had been the right answer. He felt like a new man. “Beautiful boy.”
“I’m glad you said yes to coming for a walk.”
He chuckled softly, stroking a hand over Roper’s shoulder. “You could have decided you didn’t want company. But I am very pleased that you did.”
“Mmm. Me too, Professor. Tickled as shit.”
Tickled didn’t even begin to cover it. He was in big trouble. He was ready to rope this cowboy and tie him down so Roper couldn’t decide to leave.