Chapter 22
22
L eo had made Chrissy wait most of the day, but even he had come to the end of his patience; he could only imagine how his boy was feeling.
Plus, he wanted a little nap before they got dressed and went out.
Chrissy was kneeling fairly patiently next to him, so he slid his fingers through his boy’s messy hair and hummed softly.
Chrissy nuzzled in, leaning right into him without a second of hesitation.
It was hard to believe sometimes that this was the same man that those subs told him was so wild, or that Neil had had so much trouble with. “Stand up, boy.”
Chrissy stood—not jumping up, but moving with a deliberate, delicious surety.
He pulled Chrissy over, getting a look at that pretty cock that his boy had kept half hard for him all day, thinking maybe he’d have a little taste. He looked up at his boy and licked his lips suggestively.
Chrissy groaned. “You are enough to make me dizzy, Sir. I swear to God.”
Dizzy was a good start. He curled his fingers around the base and bathed the head of Chrissy’s cock with his tongue.
“Master! Fuck, your mouth… You want to kill me, don’t you?”
Not exactly, but close enough.
He decided not to torture the boy, as fun as that would be. They both wanted more, and he’d promised, after all. He gave Chrissy a light push to make room to stand, then pulled his boy toward the bedroom. “You have been a remarkably good boy today. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were scheming.”
“Scheming! Listen to you!” Chrissy gaped at him, so dramatic that he laughed.
He’d never imagined having a sub would be so much fun.
That was probably why he’d never imagined having a full-time sub at all. He wanted fun. He looked for joy in everything. There was a reason he liked cartoons better than anything else on TV.
And he loved Chrissy more than anyone else in the world.
“Yes, listen to me.” He slipped out of his pajama bottoms and pulled his boy in close. “You can look today too.”
“Oh, good. Sir, you’re so fine to me.” Chrissy pushed right in, eyes rolling.
He held his boy for a long moment, letting them both feel each other, breathe in all that need.
Chrissy groaned softly, hands sliding around his waist, splaying out to touch.
He bent to the boy’s ear and whispered, “Are you going to give your Master what he needs, boy?”
“Always.” No hesitation at all. “Every fucking day of the rest of my life.”
When he straightened up again, he felt taller than ever, so proud. “Come get your reward.” He almost said ‘take’ instead of get. He was ready to let Chrissy drive.
“Yes, Sir.” Chrissy took his hand, leading him to their bedroom where the clean sheets waited for them.
He followed, smiling to himself. They had a seamless understanding between them, and he loved the way Chrissy honored that, so they could both have what they needed.
What they wanted. Damn, did he want his boy right now.
Chrissy spread him out, pushing in between his legs, hands dragging over his skin and worshipping him. Arms, chest, belly, hips, thighs—the touch revved him up and melted him at the same time.
He caught his boy’s gaze and looked into those lovely gray eyes. “You’re so worth the wait.”
“I love you. I’m going to make you so happy.” Chrissy leaned down and began to lick and tease, even as he slicked those talented fingers.
“You always do.” Leo planted his heels in the sheets and gave his boy plenty of room.
“Yes, Sir.” Those wet fingers slipped inside him, stroking him.
Chrissy’s fingers were cool at first and gentle, but every touch was trying his patience. He rocked into his boy’s hand, asking for more.
“So fucking hot.” Chrissy leaned in, lips around the tip of his cock.
He growled at his boy, but found he was only half-serious. He didn’t want Chrissy to have too much control, but he didn’t want to not feel what he was feeling either.
And how the boy was this patient himself, he had no idea.
Chrissy hummed, tongue laving his cock head, fingers fucking him and driving him mad.
There were worse things.
“Boy.” He tried to say that in a warning tone, but he wasn’t sure he succeeded.
“Hmm?” Those fingers were maddening him, driving him higher and higher.
Chrissy knew how it made him need, but even though he had miles of control left, he wanted his boy. “You’re such a brat and I love you.”
“I love you too.” Chrissy’s fingers slipped free, and his boy moved, shifting to hold him, to cup his ass and press that heavy, hot cock against his hole.
“That’s right, boy. About time.” He reached for Chrissy as he rocked toward the touch, demanding more.
“Uh-huh. Wanted you ready and needing. Love being inside you.” Chrissy’s expression was a study in need.
“Sweet and evil.” Naughty, wonderful boy. “More. Now.”
“Yes, Master. It’s my honor.” Then Chrissy went to town, fucking him like a machine, driving into him.
Honor . He really did have the perfect boy and the perfect partner. He gripped Chrissy’s biceps and hauled his knees up, groaning at the way his boy filled him up just right.
“So fucking perfect.” Chrissy’s eyes rolled back in his eyes as those hips pistoned into him.
He shifted a little, helping Chrissy hit all the right nerves. He gasped and his eyes crossed, and Chrissy hit that sweet spot hard. “Yeah. Yes!”
“Oh. There.” Chrissy fucked him, driving in over and over, making him shudder.
If he’d had any air, he might have laughed at Chrissy. He wasn’t laughing though. He was floating somewhere in the hormonal stratosphere.
“Boy—”
His body jerked and he hauled his knees up even higher, so close all he could do was hang there, and let Chrissy work to push him over the edge.
“Going to make you fly,” Chrissy growled, his eyes rolling.
He didn’t have words for the truth in that statement. He just nodded and arched, the whole world spun, and heat spread over his belly as the blood roared in his ears.
It didn’t take long at all for his boy to arch impossibly, thrusts coming faster as he lost his rhythm.
Leo was still shivering and panting as he watched Chrissy lose himself in the most beautiful way. “My perfect boy,” he managed to say between harsh breaths.
“Yours. Yours, Master. Fuck.” Chrissy stilled, his body shuddering and shaking.
“Such language,” he chided playfully, stroking his hands over his boy’s shoulders. He loved it when Chrissy cursed during sex, but it was still against his rules. He loved that too. More spankings.
“Fuck yeah, Master.”
Wicked, naughty boy.
“Obviously we need to keep that naughty mouth busy.” He shifted, rolling Chrissy onto his back, and kissed his boy. “So much trouble.”
“Mmhmm… Just for you.” Chrissy rubbed their noses together.
This kind of trouble was just for him, but he was pretty sure Chrissy knew how to get into other kinds of trouble. He stretched out long, making Chrissy seem so small for a second. “Mine.”
“Yes, Sir.” Chrissy settled in, sighing softly. “All yours.”
“Party later. Snuggle first?” Or a nap. He could totally nap.
“Whatever we need.” Chrissy pulled the blanket over them. “Love you, Sir.”
What could he say that meant more than that? “I love you, too.”
A nap now. The party tonight. The rest they could play by ear.
He’d never imagined life together could be so much fun.