SKYLER #2
But sometimes Skyler asks for this. Usually he just wants it for fun. And then there are other times when letting Trevor take control of him helps him get out of his head if it’s too full of self-doubts and other people’s opinions for him to think properly.
Right now it seems like Trevor’s the one who’s in the mood for it. Maybe it’s because he just came home from work, from a day of being in charge, and that boss energy has carried over. Whatever the reason, Skyler is definitely on board.
He jumps when there’s another slap to his ass.
This is followed by the rhythmic sound of nails clacking against the floor as Stella wisely flees the room.
“I asked you a question, baby.”
Holy hell. How does Trevor manage to call him baby and still give his words a dominating edge?
Skyler’s brain scrambles to remember what the question was as Trevor slaps one ass cheek, then the other, following that one up with a squeeze and giving his ass a little jiggle.
“Oh, um, I—”
“Are you going to do what I say?” Trevor interrupts his floundering.
“Yes!” he agrees quickly. “Yes, I will. Yup. Anything you say.”
Trevor chuckles at his enthusiastic answer.
And Skyler realizes that making him answer was more than a simple display of dominance.
It was Trevor’s way of checking that Skyler was up for something like this.
Having safely determined that, Trevor uses a firm hand between Skyler’s shoulder blades to press his chest down harder on top of the counter. “Don’t move,” he says.
Skyler’s pretty sure he’s never had a thought of moving in his life.
He feels the loss of Trevor’s body heat as Trevor steps away from him and over to the side where Skyler can’t see. He listens intently to the sound of a drawer opening and Trevor rifling through it, unsure what he could be looking for.
When Trevor steps back into view, he’s holding a medium-sized, mint-green silicone spatula.
Skyler gasps, jolting up to a standing position. “Oh my god, no! I cook with that!”
“That’s what the dishwasher is for,” Trevor says with a gentle laugh.
Wrinkling his nose, Skyler mutters, “It just seems wrong.”
“Do you not want me to?” Trevor asks seriously, giving the spatula a light test slap into his palm.
All Skyler’s concerns about whether this is sanitary are forgotten at the thwack.
He gulps in anticipation.
Yeah. He wants, he wants, he wants.
He gives a nod, and the only word he manages to say is, “Please.”
“Please what?”
Taking a deep breath to get himself together and hopefully stop from coming on the spot, he adds, “Please do it. I want it.”
Trevor grins wickedly. “Then you’d better get back over that counter.”
Skyler hurries to comply, spinning around and bending down, bracing his forearms on the marble. His cockhead nudges the side again, and he suspects he’s leaving a smear of precum, but he’ll worry about cleaning later. He needs this now.
Trevor’s hands come to Skyler’s hips, gently urging them backward a bit so that his hip bones aren’t pressed to the edge of the counter and his cock is no longer in danger of hitting into the side.
“There, stay like that,” Trevor says. “I promise I won’t hit you too hard, okay, baby?
I don’t want you to hurt yourself on the counter. ”
Skyler smiles to himself. Soft, soft, soft. His husband is the softest.
When the first strike lands on his ass, he instantly reconsiders that sentiment. That was not soft. But he liked it.
There’s a pause, in which Trevor is probably waiting to see if he’ll object, but nope. No objections here.
Trevor hums like he’s fascinated before hitting him again. Then he rubs over Skyler’s ass cheek, spreading the warmth. “It’s already making you red, baby. Are you okay?”
“Mmm, more,” Skyler moans out his request.
Obligingly, Trevor removes his hand from Skyler’s ass and gives him another few light thwacks with the spatula.
“So pretty,” he hears Trevor murmur, almost to himself, as he rubs Skyler’s hot skin again.
Skyler squirms, wiggling his ass in an attempt to ask for more.
It works.
Suddenly, Trevor’s raining down blows, alternating cheeks and switching up spots without pausing to rub him anymore.
The heat quickly builds until Skyler can no longer think.
His mind goes foggy as his whole being narrows down to the fire on his ass cheeks and the smooth, cool marble against his chest and face.
“So good for me, baby,” Trevor tells him. “You take this so well. Take whatever I give you so well.”
Yes. He does. He will. Always.
Anything Trevor gives him is always what he needs.
The hits eventually slow, gentle, letting his racing heart start to calm. And then a sharp strike lands right at the bottom of his cheek where his ass meets his thigh. It lights him up again, makes him burn and want.
Trevor hits the same spot on the other cheek, and even though Skyler expects it this time, his hips jerk forward of their own accord, his body trying to escape even though he doesn’t want to.
When Trevor goes back to hitting the meatier parts of his ass, he creates a steady rhythm. Not too slow, not too fast. Not too gentle, not too hard. It’s just perfect for making Skyler’s mind go blissfully empty again.
Like this, he has no room to worry about the responsibility of being the first gay Disney prince. He can just let his mind and body relax in the floaty, hazy place where all his edges feel fuzzy.
All he needs to do is be good for Trevor. For his husband. His everything.
He’s not sure how long it takes him to notice after Trevor stops spanking him. But when he slowly lifts his cheek from the countertop and glances back at Trevor, Trevor is watching him with loving, adoring, ocean blue eyes.
“Hi, baby,” Trevor whispers, as if Skyler’s waking up from sleep.
He wasn’t asleep though. He was here. Simply floating under Trevor’s care.
“How’s it feel?” Trevor asks.
As Skyler mentally assesses his body, the feeling of heat on his ass floods back in. He knows without checking that his dick is still hard as a rock, and now that he’s aware of it again, he’s also aware of how desperately he needs to come.
“Feels good,” he says. “So good. But I need to come. Please. Please make me come.”
“I will, baby,” Trevor assures him. “But remember I said that I wanted to eat you? I still do. I just needed to heat up my dinner first.”
Skyler isn’t sure if he’s going to laugh or cry. But he doesn’t have time to do either before Trevor is back behind him and sinking to his knees on the kitchen floor.
“Oh god,” Skyler says as Trevor’s strong hands hold his ass cheeks apart.
And then he can’t say anything else, because Trevor’s tongue is licking at his rim, tasting him, teasing him.
Pulling his mouth away, Trevor says, “You cooked me such a good dinner, baby.”
This time Skyler does laugh. He can’t help it, despite how turned on he is. Because this is ridiculous. His husband is ridiculous and wonderful and hot and fuck.
“Pretty sure you cooked it,” he gasps out as Trevor’s tongue spears inside his hole.
Trevor’s noise of agreement is buried between Skyler’s ass cheeks.
As he eats Skyler’s ass like a meal, Trevor brings his hands down to wrap around the backs of Skyler’s thighs.
He uses them as handles to pull Skyler farther backward against his face, and Skyler’s not sure how Trevor can breathe like this.
Then Trevor slowly drags his nails down Skyler’s thighs while he licks and sucks at his hole, and all the different sensations are the most delicious torture. Skyler’s legs start to shake when Trevor lets go of them.
Using one hand to hold Skyler’s ass open for him, Trevor brings the other around to the front of Skyler’s hip. “If I touch your dick, are you going to come?”
“Yesss,” Skyler breathes out.
Trevor hums. “Then I’ll wait. Want you to come while I’m fucking you.”
Skyler whimpers as Trevor’s attention goes back to his ass. That’s all he can do. He might cry if the fucking doesn’t happen soon.
After another minute, Trevor stops what he’s doing and releases Skyler, who sags against the counter, trying to keep himself up and not sink to the floor on his jelly legs.
“Stay,” Trevor commands. Then he swiftly walks out of the room.
He’s probably going for the stash of lube they keep hidden in the living room, since it’s closer than going upstairs to their bedroom.
Honestly, they should probably just keep some in the kitchen too, because it’s not like this is the first time they’ve fucked in here. And Skyler’s sure it won’t be the last.
Especially not if Trevor keeps coming home from work with this kind of appetite.
A sense of relief washes over him when Trevor returns holding the bottle, because Skyler knows he’s going to get fucked now. And he’ll likely come as soon as Trevor is inside him. After that, he doesn’t care what happens. His throbbing cock is all he can focus on at this moment.
And the heat on his ass. That’s still there, hard to ignore now. And he loves it. It heightens the feelings of everything else.
After squirting some lube onto his fingers, Trevor drops the bottle on the counter beside Skyler’s head, then he brings his hand down to Skyler’s ass. He prods gently at Skyler’s hole with one finger, and Skyler pushes his ass back in a desperate attempt to get that finger inside him pronto.
“Come on,” he urges, sighing happily when Trevor’s finger slips past his rim. “More. Hurry. I’m ready. You can fuck me now.”
He’s not even sure what he’s saying, but it’s true. He gets fucked often enough that he doesn’t need much prep. When Trevor fingers him, it’s more for the pure pleasure of it than anything else. But right now, his cock is painfully hard, and the pleasure is more like torture.
“I know I can fuck you now,” Trevor says, in an infuriatingly casual tone. “I can also make you wait some more if I want to, because I’m in charge, aren’t I?”