Epilogue
Austin knelt naked on the floor, his head delightfully fuzzy.
There was a sports game on in the background. Hockey. Usually, Austin would be all over that, but it felt unimportant and far away. Everything did when he had Dominic’s cock in his mouth.
His cheek was pillowed on Dominic’s denim-clad thigh, his mouth stretched around Dominic’s hard cock where it was angled out of his boxers. They’d been like this for the last… however long it had been. Dominic had said something about setting the timer for twenty minutes.
They had gotten into cockwarming by accident. It was one of the only sexual things they could do while Austin was recovering from his gunshot wound. When Austin healed, they kept it up.
Drool threatened to slide past Austin’s lips. He sucked it back, tasting hot skin and salt as Dominic pulsed with precome.
“Hey,” Dominic said. “What did I say about sucking?”
Austin hummed around his cock. He only had about a third of it in his mouth. He couldn’t take it into his throat until Dominic let him.
Dominic stroked Austin’s lower lip, gathering a string of spit. “I’m gonna assume that was just to stop yourself drooling all over my leg. Was that it, puppy?”
Austin hummed again. He felt boneless and electric all at once, his own hard cock easy to ignore as he did what Dominic told him. The air was comfortably warm on his naked body, the carpet soft against his knees. Dominic had put a rug down for this very purpose.
Dominic checked his phone. Austin had no idea what the timer would say. Had it been ten minutes? Fifteen? Time stretched when he was like this, hot and sweet as taffy.
“I think you’ve been good for long enough,” Dominic said. “What do you think? Have you earned a reward?”
He pulled Austin gently off his cock. The TV was off, Austin realized. When did that happen?
“Austin,” Dominic said. “Puppy. Speak for me.”
Austin swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
“And what does my puppy want?”
“My collar, sir.”
“Good boy,” Dominic murmured. He leaned forward to pick up the collar from its velvet box, already resting on the coffee table. Austin always wanted his collar when they did a scene nowadays. If it wasn’t available, Austin would beg for Dominic’s hands around his throat. Anything to feel owned.
Austin bent his head. Leather slid around his neck, soft and familiar. The buckle was cool against the nape of his neck as Dominic fastened it in place.
Dominic tugged the collar, forcing Austin’s gaze back up. “What else, puppy?”
“Your cock,” Austin said.
“Predictable.”
Austin wanted to point out that he’d just had it in his mouth, unable to suck it, for at least twenty minutes. But it was hard to talk when he was all floaty like this.
Dominic chuckled, tracing his sticky cockhead over Austin’s swollen lips. “You want it, puppy? Take it.”
He held Austin still by his collar. Then he thrust into Austin’s throat.
Austin groaned, tears springing to his eyes. He loved being used like this. Even as his throat struggled to adjust, even as he choked and had to remind himself to breathe through his nose. He loved being used, especially when Dominic told him what to do.
“That’s it,” Dominic said. “Just sit there and let me use you, puppy. Being so sweet for me.”
Austin gurgled. His throat was finally relaxing, adjusting to the intrusion. This was his favorite part. When all he had to do was sit back and let Dominic use him. After he’d followed his orders, of course. Dominic only used him after Austin had been good for him.
Dominic’s heavy balls slapped his chin. Spit trickled down his neck. Austin’s eyelids fluttered, drunk with pleasure. He could feel Dominic’s thrusts faltering, his cock swelling in Austin’s throat. Any second now…
Dominic growled Austin’s name and came. He yanked the O-chain hard, keeping Austin on his cock as he spilled down his throat.
“Swallow,” Dominic moaned.
They both knew he didn’t need to say it. Austin was already swallowing. But they loved to hear it, just like they both loved to see Austin obey a command.
Austin’s throat clicked around Dominic’s cock until it was spent. Dominic pulled his softening cock out of Austin’s mouth and tugged gently on his collar.
“Up,” he said.
Austin stood, his legs wobbling and numb.
Dominic grinned and sat down, pulling Austin on top of him. He even maneuvered Austin’s legs, so he was straddling him. Austin didn’t need to do anything but brace himself against Dominic’s hairy chest.
“Always take me so well,” Dominic murmured. He kissed him, licking spit from Austin’s stubble and running his hands over Austin’s naked body.
His body was different after the gunshot.
Not just because of the scar, an admittedly badass knot over the edge of Austin’s stomach.
It had been weeks before he could manage a brisk walk around the block, let alone power-lifting.
And with Dominic making sure he was getting the proper nourishment, he had slowly but surely packed on a few pounds.
He was still strong. But he wasn’t exactly toned anymore.
He definitely didn’t have a six-pack, which Dominic had been pleased about.
Thankfully, it hadn’t affected Austin’s work as much as he thought.
Even though he’d had more than a few meetings discussing his expectations for future roles, where Austin nervously said he wouldn’t lose any weight for a role, and the executives whispered for a while before telling him yes.
A few had told him to take it or leave it, so Austin left it.
He was being offered enough roles that he could stand to lose a few who wanted an underfed version of him that didn’t exist anymore.
“So beautiful,” Dominic said, stroking his fingers over Austin’s soft belly. “Do you wanna come, baby?”
Austin nodded, mostly by habit. His cock was always an afterthought when he was with Dominic. Until he was allowed to touch it, anyway.
Dominic wrapped his big hand around Austin’s cock. Suddenly Austin wanted to come so badly he whimpered, his head dropping against Dominic’s clothed shoulder.
“You’re so wet,” Dominic said, sliding Austin’s precome around his shaft. “Think you dripped on the carpet again?”
Austin groaned into Dominic’s shirt. “I’ll clean it up.”
“You’d better,” Dominic said.
Austin panted, thinking about licking up his own salty taste off the carpet. He had worried it would be demeaning, and it was. But in a way that made him tingly from his head to his toes.
Dominic picked up the pace. Austin gripped his shoulders, shaking.
He’d never been so undone from a handjob until Dominic came along.
Dominic could make anything exciting—a glance, a smirk, a lifted eyebrow.
One night when Austin was still recovering, he brought Austin to orgasm with just his voice and a pinch to the sensitive underside of his thigh.
Austin cried out and came over Dominic’s shirt. He was still dripping come when Dominic pulled him back by his hair.
“What do you say?” Dominic asked.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Good puppy,” Dominic said. He looked down at his come-streaked shirt. “What a mess. Lick it up.”
Austin nodded, dazed. Dominic pushed him down, scratching Austin’s scalp lovingly as Austin ran his tongue over the fabric. It was already ruined; Austin was just making it damp. But Austin uttered no complaint as he scooped each drop with his tongue, swallowing it like it was a gift.
“Good puppy,” Dominic said. “Now the carpet.”
Austin climbed onto the floor again and started licking. Dominic’s gaze was as good as a touch, hot and fond as he watched Austin from the couch.
Austin sucked on the fibers until all he tasted was carpet, then knelt up. “I’m done, sir.”
“Good,” Dominic said again, his voice unbearably soft. He ran his hand through Austin’s hair, which had grown longer in the past year, then pulled Austin into his lap once more.
Several minutes passed before Austin stopped shaking. Dominic pressed a kiss to his forehead and said: “Go shower. I’ll make us dinner. How do you feel about steak?”
Steak meant potatoes as a side dish. Austin ignored the knee-jerk reaction to tell Dominic to skip his portion. He didn’t worry about counting macros or avoiding carbs anymore.
“I can make gravy,” Austin offered, still hazy.
Dominic smiled. “You got it, baby. You ready to get up yet?”
Austin nodded. But he didn’t make any move to stand.
Dominic ran his hands slowly down Austin’s torso, ending on the knotty scar over Austin’s stomach. Then he traced the letters Austin had inked above it, the only tattoo that actually meant something.
DS. Dominic’s initials in thick black letters, marked for eternity.
It was a matching set with Austin’s initials tattooed on Dominic’s chest, right above his chest scar.
Neither of them wanted to think about Gail Dain when they saw those scars.
Much better to think about the men they were protecting when they got them.
Dominic’s touch started to wander.
Austin grinned as he felt Dominic kneading his ass. “What about dinner?”
“Changed my mind. It can wait another twenty minutes,” Dominic said. He kissed Austin’s neck, just above the collar. “What do you say?”
Austin laughed. “You’re the boss.”