Teaching Teacher

Chapter Ten

Seb watched the cream as it slowly covered Ruari's cock and hoped the sensations it gave Ruari were as good as the ones he experienced by watching. Little shards of pleasure prickled his skin and heightened his senses. He was so turned on. Not only by what he saw but also by Ruari's reaction to what had happened between them. He'd made the cuffs on a whim, knowing what they meant to him, hoping Ruari would understand and experience the same emotions. The fact that he did and liked their alternative use as well was the icing on the cake.

"Now touch," he ordered, holding himself back from slowly licking every drop of cream off. That would be for later. He wasn't sure if they would make it to actual cock-in fucking. However, he knew they would both be mighty satisfied with whatever they did.

Seb stood at the end of the bed and watched intently as Ruari took his own cock with both hands. He let his fingers glide through the cream as he stroked himself. Seb grabbed the chair he had put nearby and sat in it, legs splayed.

"Look at yourself. Watch yourself and me in the mirror." Seb touched each nipple ring, seeing the look on Ruari's face as he did. He watched Ruari's hands move faster. The silver encircling his wrists shone brightly with the reflected flickering light of the candles. Ruari's lorum peered out from its coat of cream.

"Now stop," Seb demanded. "Look at me." Slowly he widened his legs and touched his throbbing cock. "This is how you make me feel, Ru. A giant—a turned-on giant. One ready and able to take on the world. Your trust, it means everything. I'm humbled and grateful. Oh, and as horny as hell." Seb grinned. He wanted to stand outside and shout his feelings to the world; his happiness was so great. "Now come for me, my love. Fuck yourself and come."

Ruari nodded. "Will you do the same? Fuck yourself and come?"

"After, maybe. First, I want to see every second of you coming for us. No camera, no mirror, just me looking. Your cock begging for release, your cum spurting all over your hands. Just for us both." Seb waited anxiously. Would Ruari accept that and realize how he felt? He needn't have worried. Ruari nodded and began to move his hands. Up and down, soft pressure, more pressure, Seb saw the way Ruari's fingers flexed and relaxed, changing angles and position. From his chair at the foot of the bed, Seb missed nothing and relished everything from the hitch in Ruari's breath, to the sweat on his forehead. Each tiny movement added to his excitement.

Ruari's eyes were glazed. As Seb watched, he saw how they darkened, seemingly with each stroke of his hand. He caught the choppiness of Ruari's breathing as it intensified and saw the way his body shook as he began to move his hand ever faster. Seb couldn't help himself; he touched his own cock, mirroring Ruari's actions. He saw Ruari look up to the mirror and smile in satisfaction.

"Now that's the way to help me come." The satisfaction was evident in the tone of Ruari's voice as he slurred the comment. Just as well, then. Seb knew he could as easily stopped fucking himself as fly to the moon. No chance. But Ruari was going to come first. He needed to see that.

He said so. Emphatically. Commandingly. Dominatingly.

Ruari's hand moved slower, more definite. "Hell, Seb. I'm going to come. Are you watching? Fucking yourself as you look?"

"Talk about what you're doing." Seb spoke through gritted teeth, holding back his climax with difficulty.

"Sorry?" Ruari sounded bewildered.

"Talk. Tell me what's happening. What sensations and emotions are running through you. How your dick likes to be held. Where you tingle, throb, hurt. How you skin tingles, your head spins, or whatever happens to you as your cock fills. Tell me. Tell us both."

He saw the tide of crimson color Ruari's cheeks and watched his hand clench for a second before resuming its relentless path.

"My mouth is dry, my cock is wet, and you're touching yourself, helping my feelings go through the roof." Ruari moaned the words. "Shit, Seb. What a turn-on. Jerking off has never been so good."

Seb agreed with that. "There's only one problem with this scenario." He panted, not able to speak coherently as his passion increased. "I won't be able to fill that delectable ass of yours."

"Not yet. But another time you will. Over and over and over."

Yeah, over and over and over. Amazing thought.

"That's a promise," Seb said. He continued to rub himself, looking at Ruari intently. He needed to see his love come first, to watch his reaction. Part of his own completion would be to see the pleasure and the exquisite pain as Ruari fell over the edge into ecstasy. "Open your eyes," he said. His voice was forceful as Ruari's eyelids closed. "Keep looking at yourself. Watch yourself. All the time. Watch, feel, and tell me. Now." He saw Ruari's eyes open wide. He stared at himself, them, the mirror, and then back to his hands.

"Now! Come now, Ru. Tell me. Do you sense all that power? Your cock filling, your body shaking with it? Tell me, please tell me. I want it to be good for both of us." He took his hands off his cock deliberately. "You won't see me come until you spill, because I want to know it’s good for you. As good as it is for me. Then and only then will I have completion. All in your hands now."

And for fuck's sake, use your hands. Fast, faster, whatever. Fucking come!

Luckily, Ruari obliged. With words and actions. "I'm gonna come any minute. I can sense myself getting nearer. Jeez, my cum is hot, demanding to spill over. Got to rub faster, harder." Ruari gasped, suiting his actions to his words. His eyes began to close in anticipation.

"Open your fucking eyes. Now," Seb roared at him. "Come as you look, Ruari, or next time, I won't let you come until you're begging on your knees for release. Come now. Look at yourself." His voice changed as Ruari looked at his hands and moaned in agony, ecstasy—he didn't think there would be any difference.

"Now, fuck, Seb, now. I'm coming. All over me. Spilling fucking. Shit. Amazing. Oh hell. Bollocks, it's now…"

As Seb watched, Ruari gave his cock one long hard stroke. Semen spilled everywhere. Mixed with cream, it coated Ruari's cock, his stomach, his balls, his hands, and their bracelets. Seb thought he had never seen such a magnificent sight. He itched to reach the same completion but made himself wait.

Ruari had given that to him; the least he could do was return the favor. He walked awkwardly—with a hard-on such as he had, it was impossible to do anything else—into the bathroom and came out with a soapy flannel, another one soaked in warm water, and a towel. He kissed Ruari softly on his still shaking cock, tasting the heady mixture of Ruari, cream, and cum.

Ruari looked at him. Seb saw the love in his eyes. "Thank you, love."

"Bloody hellfire, Seb. It was a pleasure. But what about you? Don't you want to fuck my ass?" He grinned. "Just give me five to stop shaking and have the strength to move."

Regretfully, Seb shook his head. "Not in your ass this time, much as I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to come now, cock in hand for you. I just hope I can do as much justice to a hand fuck to myself as you did to you. I want to let you see what a turn on it is to watch. No." He put his hand over Ruari's lips. "Watch. I'm doing it my way. Actually, come to think of it, maybe it was a bit premature to give you a cloth." Carefully with a wicked grin, he took hold of Ruari's wrists. "So glad we didn't take these off," he said conversationally as he undid the strap. Without pausing, he rolled Ruari from side to side until the strap was fastening his wrists behind his body.

"Now watch." He straddled Ruari's legs, sitting snugly on his haunches so his cock was displayed to its best advantage and he could touch it in whichever way he desired.

"Fuck, Seb. I want to touch." Ruari pleaded.

"If you do, I’ll come immediately. Please, let’s take it slowly and savor it all.” Skillfully Seb ran his fingers around his nipple rings, noting with satisfaction that Ruari's tongue mimicked the action across his lips. Then knew he had to come. Fast. His hands took hold of his penis, one above the other, and he stroked himself in tandem. Hard, soft, never missing a beat.

"That's it, love. Ah, seeing you watching me is so bloody good. Now, now aah, here it comes. Up me, out of me, all over y-yoooou," he stuttered and howled as his climax overwhelmed him, his semen shooting out to mix with the liquid still coating Ruari. "Yes, Ru, fucking yes ." He could see his elation reflected in the expression on Ruari's face.

What a way to end the night.

***

Ruari drove him to school and went off to the bar to sort out things he'd left the night before. Seb had laughed inwardly at the way they both moved very gingerly. Sore and aching was an understatement, so was emotionally and physically satisfied.

Seb walked into school, whistling through his teeth. Even the thought of no secretary didn't faze him. He would cope; hell, he could climb mountains and jump from the top. Maybe.

He was more than surprised to see Poppy Clifford as she walked in just after he did.

"What the fu—er, um, well, Poppy, why on earth have you come in today?" he asked her. "Not that I'm unhappy at seeing you, just the opposite, but I thought you'd need a few days off after last night."

Her eyes twinkled. She no longer looked the drab dumpy woman he had first met. She discarded her usual navy or black skirts and sensible blouse for a soft coral dress. In Seb's mind, the dress suited her complexion and shape. It seemed to drape in all the right places or as his mum would say hide what needs to be hidden and show off what should be flaunted.

“Poppy, you look great,” he said sincerely. “That dress really suits you. The color is gorgeous.”

Poppy Clifford blushed and laughed.

"Well, Seb, there was no way that weasel of a man was going to stop me running my life how I choose," she said. "I took a long look at myself in the mirror and didn't like what I saw. I looked as if I was in my sixties, not my forties."

Oops, glad I hadn't put my foot in it there.

"So, I unearthed this dress, put it on, liked what I saw, and decided to go shopping at the weekend."

He applauded. "Way to go, Poppy. Way to go."

"Yes, well. Anyway, a big thank you to you and your partner." She almost stumbled on the word partner but gamely carried on. "I hope when you both decide you're happy with me, and you can, you'll let me take you out to dinner to say thank you. Along with the others who helped of course. But really, it's down to you and Mr. McGregor."

"Ruari."

"What?" She looked bewildered for a moment, and then it seemed to dawn on her what he meant. "I mean Ruari."

"And we'd love to," Seb assured her.

"Oh, er, good. We'll fix a date as soon as we can." She colored and laughed. "In a manner of speaking. Now best get on. I've a lot to do." She bustled out. Seb sat back in his chair. Well, that was a turn up for the books. He texted Ruari. Got a prompt reply . Def. Whenever. Let's bring her to the pub one Friday night. LOL. Seb winced, maybe not yet.

He worked at his desk steadily without interruptions except for a welcome cup of coffee until it was almost break.

So engrossed in the paper he was reading, he jumped as the door to his office swung back on its hinges with a crash.

"Fornicator. Pervert. Corrupting the souls of my children."

Oh shit, not again.

"Hello, Mrs. McGregor," he said, resigned and stood up politely.

Poppy rushed in after her with a hurried, "I tried to stop her, but I couldn't."

"Don't worry about it," he reassured her. He doubted anything could stop the woman.

"Mum! Hells bells, I told you. We are not being corrupted. Any of us." Stacy followed by Ben had also pushed past Poppy Clifford.

"He is a pervert and a fornicator. A corrupter of men." The voice was strident, and it set Seb's teeth on edge.

"Jeez." Stacy rolled her eyes. "So if he is, so is Ruari."

"Exactly."

"Muuuumm." Stacy sounded exasperated. "Neither of them has corrupted anyone. And for the last time I am not changing schools."

"Neither am I," Ben echoed.

Seb's head was spinning. Who had said anything about changing schools? What he would give for another cup of coffee and two paracetamol. Obviously, his secretary knew the signs because she slipped out of the room to return with both a few seconds later. He smiled his thanks.

"Now, what's all this about Stacy and Ben changing schools?" he asked. "And why don't you sit down." He indicated a chair to the side of his desk before seating himself. Protocol be damned; he wasn't standing up while she ranted on.

She folded her arms and remained where she was. Seb mentally shrugged. It was up to her.

"I'm not," Stacy said mulishly. "I'm stopping here. No new school."

"No way." Ben added his mite.

The woman bristled. "I will not let my children be corrupted and follow the evil ways of their brother. You are leaving before you are corrupted."

"We're not, you know, leaving or getting corrupted." Ben stood in front of her, and then sat firmly on the floor. Stacy followed his actions. The door opened, and several dozen students of various ages entered and took their places on the floor. Seb looked at them in amazement. It wasn't just Ruari's siblings who were protesting. More students were now seated on the floor in the outer office. Poppy looked at him in bewilderment, Mrs. McGregor in belligerence, the students in silence. He noticed all of them were wearing lapel labels with "We support our dominie." Stacy unrolled a banner. She held it up with the help of Ben. One other sixth year student produced a camera, stood, took a photo, and sat down again.

Seb read the words on it. "A silent sit-in to support our Dominie. He will not be overcome. Neither will we."

Right. He'd need to up the grammar lessons.

He picked up the phone and dialed. It was picked up before the recipient could have heard more than the first few notes of their incoming call tune. Thank God he'd answered promptly.

"Ruari?"

"Hi, love." The happiness in Ruari's voice came down the line to Seb loud and clear. "This is unexpected. Aren't you knee-deep in dissecting frogs or Shakespeare?" Seb hated the idea he was about to dispel that feeling.

"Uh, Ru? I think it might be an idea if you got your dad and you both came to school as soon as you can. I seem to have a bit of a problem." Now that was an understatement if there ever was one. "You're both needed here." He touched the bracelet on his wrist. It was snug where they had clasped it the previous night. He knew Ruari had been disappointed when he chose not to enter him. He hoped he realized how he was showing they were equals, showing his faith in their relationship. Never before had he shown such vulnerability to anyone. Seb snapped his mind back to the present; he had no time to think about that now.

"How come?" Ruari sounded bewildered, as well he might. Seb realized he hadn't done very well with explanations.

"Er, well, your mum arrived breathing fire and brimstone again. Said she was taking Stacy and Ben away from the school. They've started a sit-in in my office. Along with half the school." Seb laughed. He could see Mrs. McGregor glowering at him as she was maneuvered out of the room with seemingly effortless ease by various bodies. "And the other half seems to be in Poppy's office."

"And the corridor." Stacy was listening to his side of the conversation. "Tell him we all support you both."

"And the corridor," he relayed and then listened to what Ruari was saying. "Okay, fine. Yeah, good idea. What? Well, there's two hundred and twenty-seven in school so…your guess. Yup. Love you." He shut the phone off and realized there were several dozen of his pupils listening. Just as well Mrs. McGregor was no longer in the room, although he could hear her haranguing Poppy next door. He didn't think he had heard the words "corrupted" and "pervert" so often in such a short space of time as he had the last few days.

"What did he say?" Stacy asked.

Seb raised an eyebrow at her. She bushed. "Sorry, sir. Please, what did my brother say?"

Seb realized how often he was called sir, and he thought with a smothered chuckle, the only lips he wanted to see say it were Ruari's—in a very different way.

"Your brother was talking to me, Stacy, not to you," he said mildly but in a tone each and every student present knew brooked no argument. "And I'm sure I read a silent sit-in on your banner." Once more he lifted his eyebrow. Seeing the look on her face, he relented slightly. How could he be annoyed when his school was backing him like this?

"He wanted to know how many cans of Coke and packets of crisps he needed to bring."

A smile spread over her face but wisely she kept her mouth shut.

The phone on his desk rang. He lifted the receiver.

"Seb, Mr. Keo." It was a very flustered Poppy. "There's a reporter from local radio on the line. Said he'd be told about the sit-in and wanted to speak to you. He did say he's spoken to the chairman of the governors who confirmed they had the utmost faith in you and your partner."

Well. Gob smacked or what. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the gods, for giving him such support.

"Hold on a sec, will you. I'll let you know when you can put him through." He turned to the assembled pupils. "Who contacted the local radio?"

Slowly one of Stacy's friends put her hand up.

"Why, Connie?"

"Because, it was unfair, Mr. Keo," she said. "We all think you are a good dominie, a brilliant teacher, and you're fair and honest. Even in the few weeks you've been here, the school is better, and I didn't really contact them per se."

Per se? Hell, if he was educating them that well, maybe he didn't need to allocate extra grammar lessons after all.

"It's just the reporter is my brother," Connie said. "You see, Stacy and I were talking about her mum and all this stuff on speaker phone, and he heard us. That's all. But if it meant helping Stacy and Ben and you, then I would have done it anyway."

Shit.

"Okay. Mrs. Clifford," he said into the receiver. "Could you take a number and tell him I'll contact him after I've spoken to the pupils and parents concerned? Thanks."

"What's going to happen?" Ben spoke up.

"That's up to your parents," Seb told him. "Now I appreciate your support. All of you. But the best way to show you support me is to go back to class. Let me speak to Mr. and Mrs. McGregor."

He waited. Saw Stacy and Connie huddle together. Connie stood up. "Okay, sir, we'll do that. With the proviso we can demonstrate at lunchtime if we deem it is necessary."

He nodded. "Connie, what are you going to do at uni?"

"Law."

Figures.

He watched as the still silent students filed out. He listened intently as Connie explained the situation to students outside the room. There were a few moans and groans, good-natured as far as he could tell. Probably from people who saw the protest as a way of missing lessons. Seb stood by his desk until only Ben and Stacy were left.

"Your dad and Ruari should be here soon." A brief text as the room was emptying had confirmed that. "Do you want to wait in here or go back to class?"

"Wait." Stacy was adamant. Ben nodded.

"Honestly, Mr. Keo," he said earnestly. "Why can't she just leave Ruari alone? He's not hurting anyone. Mum's the one who's doing the hurting. Herself as well as us."

Seb had no answer to that. From the outer office, he could hear Mrs. McGregor's voice, suddenly raised. A knock on the door, and Ruari and his father entered, his mother between them.

"We're not leaving this school, Dad." Stacy spoke firmly before anyone else had the chance. "Whatever Mum says. Mr. Keo had nothing to do with Ruari and Miriam. Hell, even I know Miriam is glad to be away, happy in her new life, and really pleased Ru has found someone to love." She stopped, obviously realizing what she had let slip. Seb saw the look on Ruari's face.

"How do you know that, Stace?" Ruari asked her.

Stacy let her breath out noisily. "I e-mailed her and told her, Ru. I like Miriam. She was wrong for you. Even I knew how unhappy you made each other, but she was always nice to me, and we kept in touch. She's really happy and had said she hoped one day you would be too. When I realized about you and Mr. Keo, I told her."

***

Ruari almost laughed. All that worry for nothing. They could have just asked his sister. But the problem now was his mum. She would never change, never accept him for what he was or his relationship with Seb, but she was his mum.

"Mum," he said firmly as she stood defiantly straight next to, but not touching his dad. "You need to realize. I am gay. Nothing you say or do is going to change that. I didn't choose to be gay. I am gay. That's my biological makeup. Seb is my love, my lover, and my partner. We will be together, take our vows." Hell, he hoped he wasn't being presumptuous here. "Commit to each other in any way we can. You call yourself a Christian. Well, trying to make trouble for someone because they don't conform to what you want isn't very Christian-like, is it?" His mother said nothing, but the hatred in her eyes made him want to cry. Nothing he could say would change her attitude, but he had to try.

"This is a good school," he said. "Seb is a good man and has the support of the teachers, the governors, the pupils, and most of the parents. Don't make yourself a laughingstock, Mum. Have your beliefs and stick to them. Ignore my love and me. I can't make you do anything else. But don't take Stacy and Ben away from the school they love and their friends just to get back at me for daring to make something of my life. Because that's what this is all about really, isn't it? You know that Seb being gay has no relevance on how well he does his job. And if you have any Christian charity, think about Stacy and Ben. Stop making them creep around behind your back to see me. Don't push them away from you. If you think I can corrupt them, then you've not done a very good job of bringing them up. And I know for a fact that's not true. They're a credit to you and Dad." Ruari knew he was pale and shaking. There was a drumming in his ears, and he thought there was a chance he might pass out, but these were things he had to say, whatever the consequence.

"He's right, love." His father spoke for the first time. "I love you, but I don't like your attitude. You're a wonderful mother to two of your children, except in one thing. And now I'm going to do something about it, something I should have done a long time ago. Put my foot down with your bigotry. Ruari may not be my biological son, but he is my son, and I love him as much as I do you, Stacy, and Ben. So Ru, I'll be in about eight on Friday for a pint or two. And Mr. Keo? I hope you'll join me. Now, let's go and let the school get back to normal. You two." He looked sat his younger children. "Back to class. Ruari, your mother and I will walk. Mr. Keo?"

"Seb."

"Seb, thank you."

"I haven't done anything," Seb protested, wondering just what the man was thanking him for.

"You have. You love my son."

Mr. McGregor took hold of his wife's arm to usher her out. The look she gave Ruari was indescribable.

"I won't bother you anymore. You are no child of mine." She shook off her husband's hand and stalked out. Ruari's father gave both Seb and Ruari an apologetic smile and moved his shoulders slightly before following his wife out of the room.

Ruari shrugged.

There was silence in the room. Slowly he looked at Seb. "So, you gonna marry me?" He waited anxiously for Seb's reply. It wasn't a long wait.

"Thought you'd never ask. Of course. And you got in before me." Seb squeezed his arm. Touched his bracelet to the one on his arm.

The phone rang. Poppy poked her head around the door. "That was the reporter from earlier. Said to tell you he's had the full story and not to worry." She smiled at the two of them. "I er, eavesdropped on the last bit. Ruari, I'll make a very good mother of a groom."

"Nah, you're too young. But I'm taking you up on it anyway. You'd better go and buy a hat."

***

"So now I really get to see just what we can do in our new and improved bedroom, and bathroom." Ruari smiled slowly, hinting at all manner of things, as they finally arrived home after as he succinctly put it the day from hell. "And I'm in charge, I believe." He looked challengingly at Seb, daring him to disagree.

He saw Seb's eyes narrow, then darken. "Yes, I believe you are. Tonight."

"So, first, we eat. Then let it digest. Then, well, you'll just have to wait and see." Ruari smiled again, cockily this time, and opened the kitchen door. "Dinner in five. Will you pour the wine and take a seat?" He opened the paper carrier bag he had brought in. The smells were enticing. The growl of Seb's stomach was echoed by a similar noise from his own as he began to dish up the food.

"Gluten free," Ruari explained as they began to eat penne carbonara. "Courtesy of Joe." There was silence until both of their plates were empty.

Ruari stood up and carried the dirty crockery and cutlery to the sink. "Now, sit and drink your wine, while I tidy up. Let your food digest. And get ready for love." Ruari's eyes twinkled. "Which I hasten to add will have to be followed by a sated night of sleep."

"Aah, poor thing. Tired, are we?" Seb was laughing. "Just want to go to bed and sleep?"

"No chance. We may well go to bed. Sleep is well down the agenda." Ruari disappeared and hurried out of the room, only to enter to the lounge a few minutes later. Seb, who had moved into the room from the kitchen a few moments earlier looked up from the paper he was reading.

"Ready for me?" he asked.

"Ah, love, I'm always ready for you. But in this case, especially so. Want to come with me? Bring your wine." Ruari stood back and watched satisfied as Seb willingly stood and waited to see what followed.

"Tonight you're gonna fuck my ass, my love," Ruari said as they turned to leave the room, wineglasses in hand. "Hard and fast, soft and slow. That bit of the decision is up to you. The when and where is up to me. As is the just how and when you're going to come. So after you. Along the corridor and into our bedroom. Quite a straightforward fuck. At first."

Seb laughed. "When have we ever done anything straight forward?"

Ruari laughed with him. "Always a first time for everything. So?"

"On my way." He walked past Ruari and began to walk ahead of him in an exaggerated manner. The movement showed his taut body to perfection and set Ruari's cock on high alert. That was with him fully dressed. Heaven help him when he saw Seb in all his glory. He was horny thinking about it.

Seb stopped at the door of their room. Turned to wait for instructions.

Oh-ho, so the dominie isn't so dominant at the moment, then? Good . Ruari was going to enjoy himself and make damn sure Seb did to.

"You can go in, love. Just don't do anything," he said and saw the query in Seb's eyes. "Just look and remember," he advised. "And think sex."

"Sex?"

Ruari nodded. "Sex is not simply sex. It is love, emotion, giving, taking, and being. We are all of these. So, stand by the bed and wait. Please."

Seb nodded and entered the room. Ruari heard his crack of laughter, hastily smothered. He smiled. So that was acceptable, then.

He followed Seb into the bedroom, eager to see his reaction. He wasn't disappointed. He had brought all the decorations from his hallway and decorated their bedroom.

"All," he said clearly. "Can be used and enjoyed. So, beware and be warned."

Seb looked at him, arousal visible in his eyes. "Thank God for that. Even the cuffs?"

Ruari laughed. Trust Seb. "Well, after a rough, visual measurement, I've an idea it will fit something perfect, just perfectly. And I'm so looking forward to seeing if I'm right."

Seb laughed back softly, the tone full of sex. "You going to link it to what, Ru?

Ruari looked at him. He didn't answer immediately, just stared at Seb and slowly, deliberately licked his lips. He saw Seb swallow convulsively. "Wait and see. Take off your shirt."

"Just my shirt?"

Fuck it, what a tease . Well, he would be begging for the teasing to stop before long.

"For now. Look around, my love. What do you like? What shall we choose to explore?"

He waited, determined not to show any emotion on his face, even though inside he was a mass of nerves. Today he'd proposed and been accepted by his lover and rejected by his mother. He’d discovered how far his siblings were prepared to go to show their solidarity with him and Seb. Tonight, he was determined to show to Seb that his faith in him was justified and enjoy himself into the bargain. If they could end the day perfectly in confirmation and celebration, it would be everything he could have wished for.

Well, that was his hope. He needed Seb to agree. He'd already intimated he liked how he had decorated the room, and now Ruari just needed his input on how they were going to start to celebrate.

Seb gave him a sultry look. On some men it would have looked foolish. On him, it looked downright sexy. Ruari was convinced it pierced his skin and went right to his cock.

Seb spoke. "Uh-huh, love. Not up to me. You said you were in charge tonight, so?" His eyes twinkled.

Going to play it all the way, then? Fine by me.

"Now come here." Ruari spoke with as much authority as he could muster. Always willing to be an equal, often willing to take orders, happy to give orders when needed, he felt slightly out of his depth. But thinking about the willingness of Seb to be told when he had previously admitted he was usually the one to do the telling, he was determined to do the telling justice.

As Seb stopped in front of him, Ruari swallowed. Shit, he was so hot. Those nipple rings begged to be tugged.

He bent his head and did just that. Seb groaned and muttered.

"Say it out loud," he said in as commanding a voice as he could.

"Fuck, that's bloody good. Your tongue stud on my nipples. Feeling you tugging my rings. Fucking good, Ru."

"We will be soon. But first." He lifted his head. He could get used to this I'm-in-charge lark. Not that he thought for one minute Seb would let him be completely or very often. "Take my shirt off me." Now Seb would see something new. "Yeah, that's it."

He heard Seb's indrawn breath.

"Shit, Ru." He sounded overwhelmed

"You like it, then? Need to be careful with it for a while." Seb's fingers traced the outline in one featherlight gesture.

"What does it say?"

"Our love is everything. Mandarin and authentic." The tiny script was tattooed on his side. He had been walking past the tattoo studio owned by a friend and gone in on impulse. Chen, originally from Shanghai, had designed and executed it for him. It seemed it pleased Seb as much as it did himself. But back to business.

"Now take off your trousers and anything else." He rolled his eyes, making Seb smile. "I want to see that body naked and ready for us."

He watched every move as Seb unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his boxers down and stepped out of them, his cock springing up as it was released from its confines. He stood waiting, ready to see what would be asked next.

"Now mine."

Fuck. The man could tease. He did exactly as Ruari had asked. But in such a way that Ruari was consciously having to think of anything except those fingers as they unzipped him, Inch by excruciating inch, the gap widened, and Seb's seemingly innocent brushing of Ruari's throbbing cock and the way he caught hold of Ruari's lorum to tug increased the furnace inside him. Ruari's mind was numb as he tried not to focus on how fucking good it felt. The tip of his cock glistening with precum showed how much he was enjoying himself. He just wanted to explode, to come immediately with a roar of exultation. But he would not. Tonight was for both of them. So, Ruari gritted his teeth, knowing full well what Seb was up to.

"Okay, love, now we can move on. Lie on the bed. On your front." Ruari waited until Seb, with a lazy saunter, his ass tensing as he flexed his buttocks, did so. Swiftly, he pushed Seb's legs apart, and with a grin, tied them to the baseboard. He saw Seb's eyes widen with anticipation as he looked over his shoulder toward Ruari.

"Tit for tat?" Seb asked cheekily.

Ruari laughed. "Oh, more than that, love, just you wait and see. Now lift your ass. Yup, perfect." He slipped a thick roll of material under him, lifting Seb's lower torso up from the bed, so there was room to reach his penis. He pushed gently on Seb's upper back to get him onto the bed again and check, he had the cock roll, as Chez had called it when she made it, where he wanted it. "Now spread your arms. Yeah, like that." One arm, the one with the bracelet, was secured using the bracelet and a velvet rope. On the other a leather cuff, which fitted perfectly, was fixed securely.

Ruari stood and just looked at Seb's perfect ass raised in enticement, his body spread out. Fuck! It was so good.

“That is bloody amazing, mate. I could stand and admire for ages, but…” he stopped speaking and winked.

"So glad," Seb said huskily. "What now?"

“This.”

Ruari didn't say any more; he just picked up the first of the props he'd brought from the flat and gently massaged Seb's back. Seb moaned at the sensation of smooth fur as it slid gently over him. Ruari knew just what a turn-on that soft caress could be. But he wasn't finished. With a wicked grin, even knowing that Seb couldn't see it, he took the pink whip, which was not made of leather but strips of velvet, lace, and a fine rope-like wool, all designed to give different sensations rather than total pain. Ruari was no Dom and knew he never would be, but this, well, this was pure enjoyment. He snapped the whip over Seb's ass, knowing it would sting like a good slap rather than hurt and mark like a real whip. Seb jerked and then sighed.

"What the fuck?"

Again. And a third time. Then he stopped and rubbed an ice cube over the area. Seb's body lifted in an arc as the freezing wetness touched his ass.

"Fuck and hell, Ru," he moaned. "What?"

"More?" Ruari asked as he bent and nipped and licked the flesh he'd coated in water.

Seb groaned. "Anything,"

"I'll take you at your word, then." He slipped his hands under Seb's body and snapped the cock cuff in place. He leaned onto Seb's back so they could both feel his cock and his lorum touching him. Ruari moved his hands higher to play with Seb's nipple rings. He knew with only the small amount of movement allowed to him, Seb would have no option to accept his ministrations, and hopefully enjoy them.

The cuff which Seb had admired on the wall of the flat had a thin silver chain attached to one side. Ruari pulled on it, and Seb's cock responded with a jerk that had his own cock pulsing. He listened to Seb's muttered, "Fucking amazing," as he writhed beneath him.

"Stay still," Ruari demanded. "Because if you come, how will you be able to fuck my ass?"

Seb stilled instantly. Ruari tugged the chain again, as he slowly moved up and away.

"Photos first. Okay?"

Seb nodded. "That's fine, anything is okay. Everything is okay." He laughed a sexy all-the-way-from-the-cock laugh that had Ruari's cock twitch in appreciation. "I never thought I'd enjoy being led as much."

Ruari picked up the camera. Focused and took several shots.

"Candid camera was never as good as this before," he muttered as he decided just what and where to focus on. "Lift your ass more, Seb. Ah perfect." He put the camera down and had one last sensual stroke of his lover's constrained body before regretfully untying his legs and then lastly his hands. He had so much more to do.

Ruari touched their bracelets. "One day, you must show me how we link then with us wearing one each."

"Amazingly." Seb said huskily as he flexed his hands but stayed put otherwise. "Sexily. Well, I hope so. That's how I designed them."

"So, something to look forward to. But first." Ruari helped Seb to stand and hugged him. Bodies touching, they kissed, tongue caressing tongue, hands holding each other's. It was a reaffirmation of all they held dear. Ruari considered he was unbelievably blessed, loved, and wanted.

"God, I do so love you." He had no option but to say so. Seb hugged him even tighter.

"And back, my love. I think we owe your sister more than she will ever realize."

"Mmm." Ruari agreed with him "But that's for later. For now, it's what I've been thinking about since last night." He raised his eyebrows. "Well, Seb, are you ready to fuck?"

With a triumphant laugh, Seb pounced. Ruari found himself turned around so fast, the room spun. His legs hit the bed and he landed on his back.

"Is it over to me now?" Seb asked. "My choices? Or is it over to us together?"

"Over to us as long as I have your cock in my ass," Ruari confirmed. "And you don't make me wait too long."

"Oh, love, that's a given."

Ruari watched as Seb lifted the condom and gel he had put there in readiness.

"Facing me, Seb, so I can see your face and play with your rings as you stroke me." He moved farther up the bed to give Seb room to kneel either side of him.

Seb obliged. Ruari's legs were caressed as Seb's lifted them onto his shoulders. Ruari sighed in aroused anticipation as one gel-slicked finger probed and gently entered his ass. He stretched up and touched each of Seb's nipple rings in turn. As he did, a second, and then a third finger followed the first, dancing together in a rhythm.

"More. I need more." He gasped. "Fuck, Seb, I need to have your cock in me."

Seb chuckled. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"Well, I am," he said frankly. "How about you?"

"And me," Seb confirmed.

Ruari shivered in anticipation as Seb pulled his fingers out. Then with a thrust he was filled, beautifully, totally by Seb's penis. Tingles feathered over his skin, and he sighed. He was home.

"Together forever, love." Seb spoke huskily as he began to move, one hand on Ruari's cock, the other giving him the purchase he needed to push and withdraw and build up a steady rhythm.

Ruari absorbed the emotions swirling around him. He knew how lucky he was and knew Seb felt the same way. He truly was home with his love.

"Together forever." he repeated softly. "Forever."

The End