Chapter 25 #2
Brett brushed his fingers beneath his eyes. “Nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry for waiting so damn long to say it. I thought it was the right thing to do.”
Felix shrugged. “Maybe it was. Maybe we needed to get to where we are now before we could be together. We’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”
Brett kissed him, softer, taking his time as Felix undressed him. Once they were both naked, Brett pulled back. “Are you ready?”
“Always.”
He led him to the St Andrew’s Cross and turned him to face it. “Let me adjust things so it doesn’t strain you more than you can take,” he murmured as he moved things around. Satisfied, he reached for Felix’s hand. “Remember to use your safe word if you need it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He fastened Felix’s wrists and ankles to the cross, his lungs burning as if he couldn’t get enough air. Once he was secured, Brett exhaled heavily, his forehead resting on Felix’s shoulder, his cock as hard as it had ever been.
“Are you okay?” Felix asked.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I just never expected us to be here.”
“Me either. You’re very stubborn.” The laughter in Felix’s voice helped to break his melancholy.
“For that, I’m not going to allow you to come for a long time.” Brett pressed his lips to the skin closest to him. “We’ll start slow and build up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Every time he spoke those words, it loosened something in Brett’s chest. Something he’d never known was weighing on him.
He turned away, opening a cupboard where all the toys were kept.
He chose one with feathers attached to it.
He wanted to see Felix with goosebumps all over before he moved to something else.
Closing the distance between them, he said, “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Despite the words, Felix tensed, and Brett paused. “Relax. Nothing hardcore, I promise.”
Felix exhaled in a rush and dropped his head forward, his shoulders lowering.
“Well done.”
Bringing the feathers up, he closed the distance, brushing them across the back of Felix’s legs.
He jumped initially and then relaxed again.
Brett moved them slowly across every inch of him, even nudging his balls at one point, and as he’d wanted to see, goosebumps rippled across his skin, following the feathers’ path.
When he took them away, Felix groaned a little.
A small sound that seemed to have escaped without meaning to.
Brett returned to the cupboard, choosing his next toy: a crop.
He stepped back to his lover, enjoying every moment of seeing him tied up for both their pleasures.
Staying a little distance away, he brought the crop to his calves, as he had done with the feathers.
Running it over him, he stopped occasionally, giving him a small swat with it, more to get him used to the sensation rather than the effects of a harder smack. That would come.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” he breathed.
“A little harder this time,” he explained and then set a brisk pace with the swats. One against each of his thighs and his ass cheeks. Then he went a little harder still, the sound of the leather tip against his skin sending shivers down Brett’s spine. He licked his lips. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
Brett chose a flogger. It was his preferred tool, apart from his hand, and the leather strands fell through his fingers as he caressed it.
His mind briefly went back to that night when the Dom had used a whip on his sub.
Brett was capable of using a whip, but he liked the more personal touch of being closer to the person when he flogged them.
“Remember to use yellow if you need a break and your safe word if you need to stop.”
“I will, Sir.”
As before, he brushed the flogger across Felix’s skin before he did anything else.
He found it helped them to get used to the sensation, and where some Doms liked to keep it a surprise, with this being Felix’s first time, he wanted to help him through it as best he could.
Once Felix seemed to relax again, Brett pulled back his arm and flicked the flogger, catching Felix right across the buttocks.
Felix moaned, his ass cheeks clenching and releasing as the sting and heat undoubtedly flowed through him.
The sounds and sights as Brett continued to flog him sent tingles down his spine and straight into his dick.
He was rock hard, and when he took a second’s break and looked down, his cock wept.
The vulnerability of Felix being so open to him, so exposed, sent his pulse racing. He wouldn’t be able to take much more, and he needed to ensure Felix was taken care of, so he sent one more strike and dropped the flogger to the floor, stepping closer to him.
His front touched Felix’s back, sweat sticking them together, and Felix groaned.
“Please, Sir,” Felix begged.
“Do you need me?” Brett slid his hand between Felix and the cross, finding his cock harder than he’d ever remembered seeing it before.
“Yes, Sir! Please fuck me!”
Brett left him for a few seconds to grab lube and quickly prepped him, his fingers sinking into him easily enough. When Felix was ready, Brett lined himself up and slid slowly inside.
“Oh, god!” Felix said, his head dropping back on Brett’s shoulder, curving his back and sticking his ass out further.
Brett sank deeper until his balls met his ass, and then held. “Holy shit, Felix. You’re so hot and tight. I can’t take it.” The position reminded him of their first time in the chapel.
“Please, Sir. Please move!”
Unable to deny the request, Brett pulled back and slammed deep. They both groaned, and then Brett set a fast pace, the sound of their skin slapping together heightening his arousal.
“Fuck, Felix. What the hell do you do to me?” he gritted out as he climbed closer to his climax. “You’re tightening around me, a red hot sleeve for my cock. A place I can fill with my come as much as I want,” he whispered in his ear, feeling the shiver of his body.
He took hold of Felix’s cock again, stroking along with his movements, and Felix moaned on a continuous note, his ass clenching around Brett as he came, and took Brett with him. Brett’s teeth found purchase on Felix’s neck, and he tightened his hold even as his body flew.
It took a long few moments before his brain fired up enough to check on Felix.
“Sorry, are you okay?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Felix replied, his body loose, the ties and Brett taking his weight.
Brett smiled, kissed his neck, and pulled free. He dropped to a crouch and pulled Felix’s cheeks apart, licking across his hole when Brett’s semen dripped free.
“God, I love watching this,” Brett muttered, pushing the fluid back into his ass with his tongue. “Fuck.”
He untied Felix’s ankles from the ties and then his wrists before taking his full weight and carrying him to the bed.
He positioned him on his front and grabbed some cream to soothe the areas that needed it.
Once he had done that, he massaged his arms and legs to ensure no problems later on.
Grabbing some apple juice and a straw, he held it to Felix’s mouth, and he drank greedily.
“Thank you, Sir,” Felix said sleepily.
“Thank you.” Brett swallowed down the tears clogging his throat. “Rest. I will be here.”
Felix murmured, and Brett continued to watch him as he dozed. Tears escaped then; the love for the man beside him was more than he could keep inside. And in that moment, he made the decision he’d been warring with. It was time.
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