Chapter 21 #2
“We’re in room eight. All the way at the end of the hall on the left.” Roper made sure to stay just out of reach as they walked.
“Eight.” He tried to think if he’d ever been in eight before, but he couldn’t recall. He jogged a step, getting close enough to thump the boy in the ass.
“Naughty, naughty Professor!” Roper found the door marked eight, going to unlock the heavy door.
He moved in so close he blocked the light, making it difficult for Roper to find the lock. “Is there a problem?”
“Yep. I need a little light, and you had me leave my phone at home.”
“A phone is a distraction and not needed when we are together. Unlock it. Quit dawdling.” He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Then let me borrow yours! I need more light, dammit.” So did Roper.
“Don’t make demands of me, boy. If you need something, you will ask politely.”
“Come on, Professor, I need a hint of light.” Roper’s ass pushed into him, snuggling right in.
“Manners,” he growled, rocking against his boy.
“Fuck…” Roper got the door open, the panel swinging open to a lovely room with a spanking bench, a huge leather chair, and an armoire, all done in a deep, dark blue.
He closed the door behind them and turned the lock, and all the noise and music and voices from the club disappeared.
He looked the spanking bench over and hid his grin. “You picked this room for a reason, I assume?”
“Hmm? I like blue?” Roper fluttered his eyelashes, then grinned. “Honestly, this one was open, Professor.”
“How lucky for me.” The plan formed quickly in his mind. First, he had to give his boy something to push back against. He hooked a finger in the waistband of Roper’s shorts and snapped it against his boy’s skin. “Take them off.”
Roper gasped dramatically. “Why, Professor! Do I seem like that sort of boy?”
“Ha!” He barked out a laugh, then spun Roper around and bent him over the spanking bench. “You are precisely that sort of boy.” He smoothed a hand over the leather and between his boy’s thighs, nudging the ring hidden there.
Roper spread as if he’d pushed a button, willing and hungry, and he was going to have so much fun.
He gave that perfect ass a solid smack. “Take them off. I’m not going to ask you again.”
Roper stood and wriggled the shorts off, making sure to show off.
He pretended not to notice—but he absolutely noticed—and went to the armoire. He tossed Roper a tube of lube. “You know what to do with that.”
He got the wide, faux-innocent eyes. “Jack off?”
Roper squirted the lube on his fingers.
He squinted at his mischievous boy. “Oh, I dare you.”
Roper whispered, “God, I love you,” then he wrapped one hand around his cock.
He rolled his eyes. “That’s a choice. Possibly not a good one—for you.” He pulled a nice fat plug out of the armoire and made sure Roper got a good look at it before he took the tube of lube away.
Roper groaned, eyes on the plug, cock filling and—
He blinked.
Roper had shaved.
That sweet cock was bare, and his boy had hidden it from him somehow.
His boy was delicious.
“Look at you, all naked for me.” He covered Roper’s hand with his own, jacking his boy harder. “Very pretty.”
“S-surprise.” Roper’s eyelids went heavy, and he licked his lips.
That was an invitation he couldn’t refuse and he kissed his boy, loving the way Roper responded to every touch. Then he let go, guiding his boy to bend again, just over the edge of the bench so Roper could keep working his own cock.
Roper moaned for him, a flush climbing up along his spine.
“You do keep me on my toes, boy. I’d had a slightly different plan, but I think I like this one better.” He was pleased. And proud. And his prick was too.
He was generous with the lube, working two fingers into his boy with no trouble, then adding a third, making sure to get Roper well prepared. “Do you like a plug, boy? Are you experienced with them?” He tried to make the mundane questions sound sexy, but they had to be asked.
“You know I’m not. I’ve never-- but I’m so in.”
That was enthusiastic.
“I see.” He chuckled. “No getting off. Not yet.” He slipped his fingers away and nudged the boy’s hole with the tip of the girthy plug. “Slow and steady.”
“I trust you. You’ll give me what I need, Professor.”
“Always, boy.” He took his time, adding lube as needed, fucking Roper with the toy, watching Roper’s body stretch with need.
To Roper’s credit, his boy stayed still, panting softly, giving them both this pleasure.
“Beautiful boy. Almost there. So close.” He pushed the plug right to the edge of it’s widest point and let it slide away. He did it again, this time letting it pop into place.
“Master!” That wasn’t pain, that was pure need.
“Good boy.” He checked that it was seated properly but didn’t let Roper get comfortable. He moved Roper away from the bench and worked his boy’s cock again with a firm grip. “Don’t stop, boy. You chose this path for yourself.”
“Uh-uh. You dared me. You chose.” Roper’s lips were parted, cheeks pink.
“Did I though?” He moved around his boy and took the leather shirt-collar off, so all that was left was the chain and the little silver charm. Then he took a seat in the big armchair. “You’re stunning like this.”
“You’re awful far away.” But Roper was putting on a show for him, exposing all that need.
“I’m exactly where I want to be.” He gave the aching bulge under his fly and stroke through the leather, then opened his pants to fish his dick out. “Far enough away that you can’t have what you really want.”
Roper’s abs rolled as he clenched, and Toby saw his boy’s heavy cock throb.
He sank deeper into the chair and took his cock in his fist, stroking slowly, teasing his boy and riding the buzz. “Don’t you come, boy. You hold it.”
“You make me crazy.”
Toby hoped so.
“How many strokes do I owe you tonight? And how do you feel about the heavy hitters? Floggers, crops, etcetera?”
“Honest? I’ve never had it done with love, Professor. I think… I would try it with you.”
Every time he thought he understood what pride felt like, Roper found another way to show him the depth of his trust. His chest grew tight, and he thought his heart might explode. He stood and moved up close to his boy to take a kiss.
Roper wrapped his arms around his neck, holding his gaze. “So fucking happy, Professor.”
“So happy. I love you.” He kissed Roper with all of that emotion, holding nothing back. Roper was giving him everything and his boy deserved nothing less.
A low cry pushed into his lips, sweet as honey, addictive.
He rocked their hips together, giving them both a moment of sweet friction.
Roper almost climbed up his body, and he grabbed the base of that sweet cock and squeezed.
Not yet.