7 - Partners in Crime
Darren Quinn
Despite how long he'd pursued his chosen career, a bone-deep satisfaction filled Darren as he took in how his words had affected his potential sub.
Leander's flushed skin, his body tense and trembling with desire, all of it validated that Darren had read him right and unlocked something he truly longed for.
"Please forgive me for fantasizing about you, Sir.
" Leander's breath was ragged as he spoke.
The tension of his need buzzed between them, a livewire connection as he arched into him.
Still, he made no other move to touch Darren, as if wanting to prove he could be obedient.
"I - I don't want to come on your back specifically, I was - your suspension work was so sexy, and you and your husband are so hot and big and strong.... "
"Strong enough for him to fuck your husband with you?" The words slipped out before Darren could stop them, heat coiling inside him as he imagined it.
"Or with you." Leander's voice was thick with need. "Whatever you wish, Sir."
God. Darren's cock jerked as his mind summoned the fantasy: Miles on his back, flushed with arousal, gentle and wondering as the sweet little blond rocked down onto him.
Leander, watching raptly, urging them on.
He'd have to work Miles's sub open carefully to handle both of them; they'd both be panting and desperate by the time he was ready.
Then he'd finally ease inside him, rubbing his cock alongside his husband's, sliding up his shaft as he pressed into that incredible, tight heat.
He pushed harder against the man in his arms before he could stop himself, fingers digging into his back.
Leander's ragged gasp pulled his mind from the fantasy.
Breathing hard, Darren forced himself to focus, teasing.
"You would give away such a sweet, trusting sub so easily?
" His fingers tightened on the small of his back to encourage the needy shift of Leander's hips to become more.
He barely managed not to groan at the hard ridge of Leander's arousal sliding alongside his own.
"Now, why would you do that, hm? Trying to buy the goodwill of your new Master with your husband's delectable ass? "
"Or mine." Leander's words immediately summoned fantasies of wrecking him with Miles in exactly the same way. "Whatever pleases you. I want to please you. And him. And Master Muscles. I just... I need...."
Dragging his fingers down to clench at the top of his ass, Darren couldn't resist the urge to grind slowly against him, making Leander gasp and groan.
"You need someone else to be in charge for a while," he purred.
"You see the pleasure your Bunny takes from being under your control, and you need a taste of it yourself, don't you?
But you don't want to leave your sweet Bunny unsatisfied...
so you need a big, strong man to take care of him so that you can let go and get dominated. "
"And fucked." Leander's hips stuttered up into him, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Forgive me, Sir. If it pleases you."
"If I want to fuck you?" Darren was pushing him against the rough stone of the garden wall before he could help himself.
He caught hold of both Leander's wrists, holding them tight on either side of his head as he brought their hips together firmly, pinning him.
"You present as such a gentleman, Leander.
But you're really a horny little slut, aren't you? "
He'd clearly read him correctly. Leander buckled into him, then stuttered up helplessly with a whine that went straight to Darren's cock. "Oh, fuck. Yes, Sir."
"And you want a Master who will both indulge you and punish you for it, don't you?" Taking control of Leander was too rewarding, all his dominant yearnings flaring.
Leander's reactions only fed them more, rolling his hips up against him helplessly. "Please," he gasped. "Anything you desire."
"What a dirty little whore." Darren pressed a thigh between his, grinding intentionally against the ridge in Leander's pants while pushing down his own need and pleasure.
This couldn't be about sex. It had to be about the interview.
Testing him. "I bet you wish you were wearing a pretty plug right now, the same as your Bunny.
Don't you? Holding you open so I could bend you over and plow your needy little hole? "
Leander bit harder on his bottom lip. "Mmm-hmm!"
"What would you do to get me to fuck you? Would you let me tie you up like I did to Muscles?"
Leander groaned, grinding on his hip shamelessly. "Yes, Sir."
"What else? Would you let me spank you? Flog you? Put you in stocks and parade you naked in front of everyone in this place? Show everyone that pretty Raffles is truly a common whore?"
Leander's eyes fluttered briefly closed, a cry escaping from between gritted teeth. "Oh God, please, Sir!"
Bringing a sub to such a needy state, helpless with both emotional and physical need, was an incredible drug.
When was the last time he'd really done something for his own pleasure to anyone other than Miles?
Darren leaned closer, fingers tightening on Leander's wrists as he buried his face in the crook of his neck, drawing a slow, deep breath.
Even fully clothed, the man's arousal was palpable, mixing with expensive cologne.
He licked slowly up his throat, tasting him, biting down briefly just for the pleasure of making Leander groan and buck against him.
There were dozens, hundreds of incredible things he could do to this man, and suddenly, he hardly knew where to start. "What if I put you to work for me and I pimped out your slutty little hole to anyone who wanted it? Men, women, one after another...."
Leander sobbed, writhing between him and the wall. "Fuck, please!"
"What if I let them defile you?" Darren growled, letting his fantasies run wild. "What if I made your sweet Bunny watch while a dozen men painted your skin with their cum?"
"Yes! Anything, Sir. Anything that pleases you, oh God, please do it to me!"
"Anything? Or are you saying that because you want me to fuck you right now, you desperate whore?" Darren drew back to meet his unfocused gaze. "I'm asking for real, Leander. I'm testing your limits."
Panting, Leander visibly tried to master his arousal, jaw tense.
He closed his eyes as if to center himself, pulling a slow breath.
"I... I'll try it? I'd really like to try, Master.
Honestly, I'd try almost anything once. I know that's a lot of things, but it would be so hot with you, and then I'd know if I liked it.
I really want to try all the things I've done to Bunny and some things I haven't done to Bunny.
I swear it's not me being a whore because I really wanna get fucked while I watch your hot husband fuck my hot husband? Please, tell me that's okay?"
You're so goddamn precious, Darren thought, with a rush of joy as hot as his desire.
He rubbed against Leander intentionally, letting him feel the hard ridge of his own arousal and drinking in the way it made him whimper and rut up into him.
"Don't worry, beautiful... Muscles and I have spent months fantasizing about exactly that. "
"Oh, thank God." Leander nearly collapsed in his arms in relief. "Not that you have to if you don't want to, I just - I love Bunny so much, and I love fucking him, and toys are so much fun, but it's not..."
"It's not the same as having a big, strong man bend you over and have his way with you, is it?" Darren's cock pulsed harder under his kilt. Even with Leander fully dressed, it would be so easy.
"It's not," Leander panted. He whined as he rubbed against Darren's hip, shuddering, his pleasure clearly building quickly closer to the point of no return. "Oh God, Sir, I - please, I'm so goddamn hard right now!"
"You need to cum already, you dirty little slut?" Darren grinned. Drawing a deep breath to regain a modicum of self-control, he pulled away, releasing his hands. "Undo your pants, pull them down around your thighs. Don't touch yourself."
Panting, Leander did so. Darren grabbed both his wrists again, half turning him as he pulled both arms behind his back. He pushed one of Leander's hands down to his ass, pressing his elegant fingers between his cheeks. "I want to watch you come for me. But you can't do anything but this."
With a sob of relief, Leander rubbed his own hole eagerly. "Oh God, Sir!"
"Desperate slut," Darren hissed, sucking at his ear. "Are you really so desperate for cock that you're going to finger yourself dry?"
It wouldn't be comfortable. But Leander's arousal twitched untouched, shining with the precum that dripped from his tip even in the dim light. "If Sir wishes?"
"Will you be able to take care of your husband again afterwards?"
Leander choked out a laugh. "Abso-fucking-lutely."
"Then here." Despite his dirty talk, Darren didn't want to genuinely cause the man discomfort. He pulled back Leander's hand so he could bend down and spit on his fingers. "Do it."
"Oh - !" Leander obeyed with a shivering cry as he pushed his fingers deep.
He didn't hesitate, straining to rub inside himself, a tremor running through his whole body.
"Ahhh, God, please!" His cock jerked again, leaking, his whole body trembling with each ragged breath. "Please order me to cum for you, Sir!"
Darren chuckled, drinking in his pleasure, his own body hot.
"My beautiful, desperate whore." He nibbled Leander's earlobe, breath hot against his skin.
"Finger your hungry little hole. Imagine me filling you while you come for me.
I'm going to rail this hot little ass so good, pet.
I'm going to use you as my fuck sleeve while Muscles takes your sweet husband apart with his huge cock. "
"Oh god - !" Entirely caught up in his words, it was clearly too much for Leander to take. Crying out, he gave in to his need, straining to fuck himself as precum dripped from his straining hardness. "Please!"
"Come for me, beautiful." Darren groaned, drinking in the sight of him.
Gratification rushed hot through his body as everything came to a head.
Leander's cock spasmed as he pushed his own fingers deep with a cry.
He erupted untouched, shooting arcs into the night air, painting the grass below him in slick ropes of his seed as he shuddered helplessly in his embrace.
"Fuck, that's it. Good boy." Darren sucked at his neck, fingers digging into Leander's hip as he prudently held back from doing more. "God, you beautiful whore. I can't wait to have you helpless at my feet, begging for my cock."
Panting, an incredulous laugh escaped Leander's throat. "Please, Sir? We can do that?"
"If my husband is in agreement." He couldn't imagine Miles saying no, but he had to be sure.
"Not now?" Leander twisted in his grasp, rubbing intentionally against the ridge of his arousal. "I can't let my new Master suffer. Won't you let me take care of that, Sir?"
"No sex," Darren growled, despite the temptation. Despite aching to tangle his fingers in the man's dark curls, shove him to his knees, and shove his cock past his cheeky lips.
"Join me, then." Leander twisted more, nuzzling his jaw. His voice dropped into a low, teasing purr. "You said partners in crime, right, Sir? Let the grass be our contract. Sign your name for me."
"You're incorrigible." Laughing, Darren closed Leander's fingers around his own wrist. "Don't let go, or I stop," he growled, then tucked his kilt into his waistband and took himself in hand.
"Yes, Sir. God, I can't wait for you to fuck me," Leander breathed. "I'm going to be such a good little whore for you, Sir, I promise."
"I don't think you are," Darren panted. His fingers slicked arousal over his skin as he began to fist his shaft, quick and eager, Leander's fingers digging into his wrist. The satisfaction of controlling this beautiful man made him burn with pleasure, tension quickly rising to a fever pitch.
Still, he fought to speak. "Cheeky slut...
I think... God, I think... my husband and I are gonna have to... spank the brat out of you - !"
"Oh fuck, yes, do it!" Leander groaned, eager and willing.
Passion cresting, Darren let go with a laughing groan.
Bliss shuddered through him as he jetted onto the grass, shining and slick, mingling with Leander's spend.
Panting, Darren sagged against him, intoxicated by the potential of everything that stretched before him.
"Let's find some place to sit and chat a bit more about kinks and limits before we return inside," he murmured when he could breathe again. "We'll give our husbands a bit more time together. Then we'll head out with you. We'll be happy to be your guests."
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