3 - An Engaging Performance
Leander Chase-Morgan
"Watch them as much as you wish," Tristan breathed, casting an appreciative glance towards the two smoking hot leather daddies in the middle of the room.
A groan escaped Leander's lips. "They're so goddamn hot I can't stand it." He slid his hand into the unzipped ass seam in Tristan's specially made suit pants. Then, he eased the plug from his husband's ass and slipped it into the pocket of his own jacket.
"Oh yes...." Tristan laughed softly. He lost no time in pulling open Leander's pants and rolling a condom down the length of his shaft for ease of cleanup. He rose to rock down onto him, groaning in relief as Leander slid easily to the hilt. "Oh..."
The curved sex chair, similar to one they had at home, was perfect for riding. Leander braced his feet on the floor, arching up into the slick heat of his husband's body as his gaze moved again to the center of the room.
As the show unfolded, the submissive had clearly relaxed into the suspension, with no sign of fatigue or pain in his expression. On the contrary, his gaze was fixed on Leander and Tristan, radiating a crackling heat.
The man made no attempt to hide his deeply appreciative desire.
Leander nipped at Tristan's bottom lip with a groan, stuttering up into him.
He needed to have more finesse. He'd really intended to.
But it was impossible to hold off when he was so hard and when Tristan was so willing, so desperate for more.
His fingers dug into Leander's shoulders as he rode him, taking him to the hilt.
His perfect, velvet heat surrounded him, stroking every inch as Tristan whimpered, breath ragged with the need for more.
It didn't take long for the dom to notice the shift in his submissive's attention.
He turned, eyes meeting Leander's, and suddenly Leander could hardly breathe.
Being the focus of the man's attention made him feel like he was the one bound in his ropes, even more when his generous lips turned up into a very promising smile.
He leaned down to murmur something in his submissive's ear, who shuddered visibly, lips parting in a soft moan.
Unable to look away from them, Leander pushed up harder to meet the rock of Tristan's body, fingers digging into his hips.
Thank god he'd nabbed the sex chair. He needed this now, needed to fuck up into the heat of Tristan's body hard and fast, kissing him breathless as he feasted on the exquisite picture of the men in front of them and the sizzling electricity that arched between them.
Tying one final knot, the dom stepped back to leave his submissive swaying in his bonds.
They were both flushed and hard, anticipation crackling between them.
He'd suspended his submissive at the perfect height to fuck his throat.
Casting Leander a clearly intentional smirk, the dom pulled up his kilt and guided his submissive's mouth to his cock.
Leander groaned, raking his fingers up Tristan's back as if he could somehow get deeper inside him.
The blond's lips parted, swallowing his dom to the hilt, yielding with a hunger that Leander could taste.
The dom was long and hard, despite not being quite as thick as his partner.
Watching that cock disappear between the man's pretty lips and down his throat was more appealing than Leander could have ever anticipated.
That was compounded by the fact that the submissive was still watching them, gaze dark and hungry as he let his dom fuck his mouth.
"Is he still watching?" Tristan gasped against his ear and gave a choked cry as Leander bucked up into him again.
Sucking at Tristan's earlobe, Leander urged him to twist and look at them, too, holding him tight.
"Of course he's watching you fuck yourself on your Master's cock," he growled in his ear.
As much as he wanted to last, he was so worked up that he knew it was a lost cause, and he needed to bring his husband with him.
Dirty talk would certainly help. "He's watching me plow your sweet little ass... wishing he was fucking you like I am."
"Oh god, Sir!" Tristan jerked down onto him, clenching tighter around him. He clutched at Leander’s shoulder for support as he twisted more, a tremor running through him. A whine escaped his throat, grinding down onto him with shuddering desperation.
"He aches to fuck you," Leander breathed, the heat building inside him as he continued. "Fuck you with that huge cock... god, fuck you with me... stuff your ass tight and... mmm, full to bursting.... fill you up with his cum...."
Tristan sobbed as he ground his ass down onto him desperately. "Sir, please... oh god please....!"
"Yes," Leander gasped, losing hold of the last threads of his self-control as he granted Tristan permission to do the same.
He jerked up into him roughly as he tumbled over the edge, overcome with heat and ecstasy.
Spilling inside him while Tristan clenched and shuddered around him was the sweetest agony of sensation as he found his own release, the world dissolving around them into bliss.
Tristan whimpered, overwhelmed, holding him tight as he shuddered around Leander's cock.
Unrestrained, completely lost to his release, he panted, slumping down onto him.
The deep surrender and relaxation was exactly where Leander always longed to bring him through sex or playtime or any means, knowing his hard-working husband badly needed that place of stillness and release.
He allowed himself to enjoy the waves of gratification as he slowly came down. Finally, he returned his attention to the pair on the ottoman again.
The submissive's abs and the leather underneath him were streaked with cum. His dom knelt against his side, murmuring soft words of approval into his ear as he began to loosen the suspension carefully, taking him out of it with practiced ease. His partner glowed under the attention.
Smiling, Leander reached up to cup Tristan's face, chest tightening with so much love it felt impossible to bear. He claimed his mouth in a slow, adoring kiss, stroking his hands over his back and up into his hair.
"So good for me," he murmured, letting out his breath in a rush of joy in response to Tristan's happy hum.
He wouldn't trade these moments for anything and took full advantage of his ability to shower his husband with compliments in the one circumstance that Tristan would accept them without bashfulness or complaint.
"My beautiful submissive," he murmured, heart aching with adoration.
"Always know exactly how to please me...
my perfect, genius love, my world, my everything.... "
"Just happy to please you, husband," Tristan whispered, eyes shining, cuddling into him.
For a time, nothing existed for him but that happiness, the afterglow of sex heightened by the satisfaction of a scene well played.
Tristan's happiness heightened his own ever higher.
And it was only the beginning. They had all night to engage.
To hope that Leander might finally get what he longed for.
Leander was still giddy with it when Tristan slid off his lap.
His lover took care of the elements of their lovemaking with practiced efficiency before doing up the back of his own slacks and Leander's.
If Tristan wasn't so rumpled looking, it might be impossible to tell that his proper little sub had been fucked so thoroughly. Which was exactly how Leander loved it.
Surely the powerful men in the center of the room would love it just as much as he did.
Leander held out his arms, drawing his husband down onto his lap again and claiming a tender kiss.
"I really, really want to play with them.
Would it be rude to go introduce ourselves now?
" The night was still young. Perhaps he could even woo them away from the party with an invitation to their house and very well-appointed basement dungeon and wine cellar.
Tristan cuddled into him, but his lips pursed in disappointment. "We might not get anywhere," he replied. "I asked Zoe earlier. They're her hired entertainment tonight. They're married, and the dom manages a very exclusive dungeon in New York where they're based... with a very wealthy benefactor."
Leander's heart sank, and he tried to bolster his resolve.
Getting their attention with money was out of the equation, then.
Were there more creative options? It was difficult not to wonder if he could even compare when that luscious ginger already had his own perfect submissive.
Leander tried to fight the disappointment that knotted cold in his stomach. "Dammit."
Tristan gave a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. "Will you allow me to engage, Sir? Will you trust me?"
The loving strength of Tristan's service to him made hope flicker inside him again.
Tristan wanted this for him as badly as Leander ached for it.
If anyone could engage these men, it would be his brilliant husband.
"I do without question," Leander replied, relaxing under him as he claimed another sweet kiss. "Please do this for me."
Tristan smiled, nervous but bright with anticipation.
He slid his hand into the inside breast pocket of Leander's suit jacket, pulling two fifties from his billfold.
Then he slipped from the chair. The submissive was helping his Master with the last few knots on his body.
Their scene was finished, but Tristan still made no attempt to interrupt.
He dropped into a practiced and perfectly poised display pose in front of the ottoman, hands resting on his knees with the bills clasped between his fingers.
The dom regarded him for a long moment with a curious expression, leaning in to murmur something in his submissive's ear. The blond's gaze was already fixed on Tristan, dark and glittering. He nodded.
Smiling, the dom settled on the edge of the ottoman in front of Tristan. "Can I help you, little sub?"
Tristan's smile was polite and respectful, but confident.
"My Master wishes to bestow a token in thanks for your performance, as well as an open offer of hospitality during your time in our city.
Tours, dinner, drinks, coffee. Anything you wish.
" He placed the bills in the dom's hand, who tucked them away into a pocket in his kilt.
"Thank you," he said, then reached out to lift Tristan's chin with his fingers, still regarding him curiously. "And for the offer, which makes me begin to regret our decision to drive home tonight."
"The offer would extend to use of our guest house," Tristan said smoothly.
"Is that so?" The dom lifted his gaze to Leander.
Leander inclined his head respectfully, heart pounding.
This was a friendly offer, he told himself firmly.
He shouldn't even begin to hope that it might end in this beautiful man with his gorgeous back - or his well-endowed submissive - fucking the hell out of him, even if he really, really hoped it would.
Thankfully, the man smiled. "I'd be happy to accept your offer of coffee. We can discuss the rest over refreshments once we've changed. Please meet us in the entry lounge."
Leander watched the pair get up to leave as Tristan returned and settled into his lap.
As he pulled on a robe, the blond muscle daddy made eye contact with him.
He wanted to devour him, or Tristan, or both at the same time.
The thought of seeing his lover under the control of that big, strong man was nearly too sexy to bear.
Leander inclined his head in what he hoped was undeniable approval, and thought Muscle Daddy smiled approvingly.
Everything inside him turned to butterflies of anticipation. Leander let out a shaky breath, cuddling closer to Tristan as the pair left.
"I did well, Sir?" Tristan asked, breathless and excited.
Leander couldn't resist claiming a kiss, a breathless laugh escaping his lips in joy.
"So well. I'm so proud of you," he murmured, smiling at Tristan's happy hum.
"Tell me what your limits are. If our guests aren't exclusive...
do you want playtime? Sex?" Even just having made love, it was impossible not to imagine a dozen titillating possibilities.
Tristan smiled, pressing a kiss to his mouth. "You know I'm open to anything as long as it's with you. As long as you feel they're right for you, love."
Leander pondered the idea, then nodded. He'd made himself review all the possibilities before, good and bad.
Additional people might complicate things, someone might fall for his Tristan, feelings might get hurt - but those thoughts were quiet.
This couple's dedication to each other was unmistakable.
If they were willing to play, then they'd be a fitting match.
"I think they might be the right ones to try it with," he said with a smile, caressing Tristan's cheek. "And we shouldn't keep them waiting."
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