Chapter 15 The Release of Playtime
The Release of Playtime
As wonderful as it always was to relax with Darren, the suggestion of transitioning to the eroticism of formal playtime made Miles's pulse quicken.
Darren's gaze moved to his, appreciative and undeniably hungry. "Thank you for your attentions, my love," he murmured, and Miles found himself smiling, body growing warmer in anticipation.
"I'd be happy to pay you more," he offered, fingers far enough up Darren's pant leg now to stroke his inner thigh.
"If you would like me to give you pleasure while you look at whatever that is?
" They'd played like that before. Miles liked anything that involved giving Darren pleasure, of course, but there was an intoxicating freedom to letting himself be objectified even outside of formal playtime.
Darren gave a low hum of consideration, eyes moving over his body slowly. "I would like to play," he said, and arousal and relief both rushed through Miles at the declaration. Then, Darren handed over the tablet.
Miles finally got a glimpse of what had caught his husband's attention and felt both flattered and intrigued at once.
The man in the photos was a near-perfect specimen.
He had huge, beautiful, sculpted muscles, even bigger than Miles's own.
He stood in powerful poses, like a special ops soldier, which made Miles immediately think of being dominant.
Could he present such a powerful, compelling figure to a future sub?
The man's muscles were also nearly completely laid bare by his lack of clothing; only a sweat-damp tank top, tiny cotton camouflage shorts, and black tactical boots.
Over all of it was the black webbing of tactical gear - shoulder harnesses, a black utility belt, and double holsters with tight black straps around thighs so muscular they looked like a single flex might break the clasp.
"Looks like the gear you got from Bound what had hurt was feeling like he wasn't worth a position where he could dedicate himself to helping people, as his father had before his own death in the line of duty.
There are other ways to help people. Looking at himself in his gear, finally, Miles could see power and potential instead of regret.
He'd been drawn to his new cyber-security company because of their work with nonprofits, and because it allowed him to put his hard-won analytical and investigative skills to work in a way that still felt altruistic.
But maybe he could find time to do more.
Maybe, once he felt confident in domination like Darren was sure he could be, he could find something meaningful, like May's charity.
In the meantime, he could serve Darren. And, when they found the right partners, he could serve his submissive.
"Mmm. Looking good, pet." Darren leaned against the doorway, inspecting his efforts with open appreciation.
Smiling, Miles pulled on his shoulder holster, then laced his fingers behind his head again for inspection. "Forgive me for not being as built as he is, Master."
Darren gave a soft, incredulous laugh under his breath.
"You aren't that far off, darling. Plus, you've got all those sexy tattoos.
" He moved to meet him, stroking a hand over his stomach and up his chest. His gaze moved hungrily alongside it, as intense as a caress.
"The most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on," he murmured, and then his blue eyes flicked to Miles's. "Stay like that. Let me touch you."
"As you wish, Sir," Miles replied, and did his best to do as instructed.
It was difficult to hold the pose when Darren leaned down to press his mouth to Miles's chest hungrily, licking and sucking, teeth scraping over his collarbone.
More difficult when Darren found his nipple through the thin undershirt, sucking and nipping at it through the fabric and moaning into his skin.
Darren's fingers moved over his body like he was memorizing every piece - his pecs and shoulders and biceps, down his sides and over his hips.
"Thank you for keeping this for me, pet," Darren murmured as he nuzzled along the line of his shoulder holster.
"I really, really love how strong you look right now.
In every way." He traced the line of his shoulder with his mouth, licking along the lines of his muscles.
When he reached the hard ridge of his trapezius, he sucked harder, right where his shoulder met his neck, sinking his teeth into it with a groan.
The lick of pain made his need flare even hotter.
Miles's hips jerked up before he could stop himself, trying to rub against Darren's thigh.
Darren made no attempts to hide his own arousal, rocking back against him.
"So fucking hot, pet. I can't wait to find a sweet little sub that will worship these muscles as much as I do. "
"And call me 'Daddy', Sir?" Miles tried to joke. He was beginning to realize it might be impossible to avoid the label; should he try to get used to it?
"And call you what you allow them to." Darren squeezed his pecs again, running his hands down his flanks. "Don't worry, my big, strong muscle sub. We'll find something appropriate for your sweet little sub to use when he's on his knees begging for your huge cock."
Miles was quickly beginning to regret the choice of boxers, or at least his decision to buckle the utility belt on top of them. He whimpered as Darren's fingers twisted in the fabric on his hips, pulling it tighter across his aching cock.
Darren gave a soft hum of dismay, stepping back.
"My poor pet," he murmured, running his hands down the outside of Miles's thigh.
"All these huge, bulging muscles, and a huge, bulging cock to match.
" He traced a fingertip up the length of Miles's aching cock through the thin cotton.
Miles whimpered again; even with the split in the boxers, they were too constricted to give him any freedom.
"Shhh," Darren murmured, still teasing gently. "Don't worry, pet. I'll take care of you."
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