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  “I want you, Precious. I need.” His cock throbbed against Bastian’s belly in silent, unmistakable agreement.

  Bastian nodded, slowly sliding down his body, lips open wide, begging for him. He moaned, the sound torn from him. He wrapped one hand in Bastian’s hair and tilted his head slightly before pushing his cock right in. If there was a heaven, an afterlife, it would be Bastian’s mouth, wrapped around his cock and sucking hard.

  He gazed down into his lover’s eyes, watched as his cock disappeared into that heat again and again, his hips rolling. “Good, Bastian. So good.”

  Bastian hummed, throat working, hands sliding up along his belly.

  He growled, muscles in his abdomen rippling under Bastian’s touch. “Magic,” he whispered, hips moving faster, harder, taking Bastian’s mouth. The pale lips went a sweet, ruby red as the pressure increased.

  His hand tightened in Bastian’s hair, holding Bastian’s head still as his hips started to drive his cock deep into the hot mouth. His other hand brushed along Bastian’s hollowed cheek, thumb sliding over Bastian’s eyebrow. Bastian took him, all of him, throat open and tight for him all at once.

  He just let go, let his hips snap and rock, let the pleasure barrel down over him like a steamroller. Within moments he was roaring, pouring his pleasure into Bastian’s mouth. His precious lover didn’t lose a drop, just pulled and sucked and drank him right down.

  He stroked Bastian’s head, his face, purring, pleasure making him loose. “Perfect.”

  “Yours.” Bastian licked and nuzzled the tip of his prick.

  “Oh, yes. Mine. My Bastian. Precious.” He went to his own knees, wrapping his lips around Bastian’s shoulder and pulling up a mark.

  Bastian moaned, shivering for him, pressing close, rubbing that long, hard cock against him. He loved Bastian’s need, loved holding it in his hand. He pumped with long, slow strokes as he made the mark darker.

  “Your hands...” Bastian groaned, pushing them, driving into his hand.

  He squeezed. Bastian loved his hands almost as much as he loved Bastian’s mouth.

  “You won’t come just yet, Bastian. I wish to bind you in leather and share a meal with your need flavoring each bite.”

  “Beast...” Bastian groaned, face lifting toward him.

  “Your Beast, sweet love.”

  He gave Bastian a kiss, lips sliding together, tongue pushing into the heat of Bastian’s mouth. Bastian’s fingers tangled in his hair, lips pulling on his tongue, hips rocking faster.

  He growled softly, fingers slowing, loosening his hold. “Greedy, Precious.”

  “For you. Always.” Bastian moaned low, head rolling. “Always.”

  “My love.”

  He stood and drew Bastian up with him. “Leather to bind you, Precious.”

  Bastian nodded, lips hungry and hot against his skin as they dried off. He led the way to their playroom, going through one of the drawers, searching for just the right bindings. Ah, there, the black half-inch leather would look beautiful on Bastian’s cock.

  Bastian wandered, hand idly rubbing against the soft fur throw, against the smooth metal of the chains. So sensuous; his lover was a delight.

  Gus purred and brought the leather over. “Lie down and I will bind you, lover.”

  Another of those deciding looks, this one quick, unconscious, then Bastian smiled and stretched out on the mattress. He chuckled. It was time to play hard if Bastian had to think about things.

  He knelt next to his lover, took a kiss, and then pumped Bastian’s prick, made sure it was still good and hard. Bastian arched up, hips pumping, body demanding more, needing more.

  Gus slid the leather around the base of Bastian’s cock and began to criss-cross it around the silken heat.

  “Love... So tight.”

  “Yes, that’s the point.” He grinned at Bastian, sliding two fingers across the tip of that bound cock and bringing them to his mouth. “Mmmm. You taste magnificent.”

  “So mean to me.” The words were teasing, playful, Bastian pushing him.

  He laughed, and turned Bastian slightly, slapping his ass. Bastian wriggled, scooting away from the touch, ass cheek pinking, just a little.

  “Stay still,” he growled, slapping a little harder this time.

  That tight little ass tensed, but Bastian didn’t move. Much.

  Gus purred softly, fingers sliding over the red cheek. “You have forgotten how to behave, Precious, forgotten who is Master here.”

  The pale, fine skin blushed pale pink, and he watched as Bastian decided whether to argue, to fight, or to submit. He rubbed his fingers along where he’d slapped, pushing hard enough to hurt, demanding a response of one kind or another.

  “I haven’t forgotten you.”

  “No?” He let his nails scrape Bastian’s skin.

  “No. Never forget you, even when we’re busy and tired.” Bastian shivered, pushed into the touch and then pulled away.

  He hummed and bent to place a kiss on the pink skin. “Good. Still, I think you need to feel my hands on you.”

  He got a nod, the dark hair hiding fiery red cheeks.

  “Turn over onto your stomach,” he ordered, reaching for a pillow to place under Bastian’s hips.

  Bastian turned, face hidden in his arms and hair.

  Gus slid his fingers through the long hair and then began to braid it, pulling it off Bastian’s face. “You will not hide from me.”

  “I...” So addictive, that voice, that tremor.

  “You will not.” He wanted every part of Bastian, every doubt, every need, the fight, the submission, all of it. It was his.

  He turned Bastian’s neck so that Bastian looked out at him.

  “Gus...” Yeah. That was it. Show it all. Gus knew how badly Bastian needed him.

  “Yes, Bastian. I know.” He stroked one eyebrow, the curve of Bastian’s ear, the line of his jaw.

  Bastian relaxed at his touch, eyes closing. “Love.”

  “Yes, Precious. This is all about love.” He slid his hands down along Bastian’s spine. Bastian purred, muscles rippling for him. “Yes. Yes, my Precious.”

  Gus slid his hands as far as Bastian’s ass and rubbed it, considering where he would hit first.

  “Yours.” Bastian’s thighs parted, hips rocking nice and slow.

  “Yes, mine.”

  He slapped the top of Bastian’s thighs, the blow sharp, making his hand sting. Bastian gasped, legs twisting away.

  “Do I need to bind more than just your cock, Precious?”

  “I... No. No. It’s just... It’s hard to be still.”

  “I know. That is part of the exercise, no? Bending your body to my will.”

  He slapped again, on the left ass cheek, watching his handprint come up.

  Bastian groaned, muscles going tense, tight. “Your will.”

  “My will. My Sebastian. Mine.”

  He growled and hit twice more, reddening Bastian’s ass. Those long hands slid on the sheets, moving restlessly, randomly, fighting the urge to reach back. He hit again and then again, watching his handprints get darker. His cock began to throb with each hit, Bastian’s skin beautiful.

  “Gus. Gus, I need to move.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes. Yes, I can’t stay still. I can’t.”

  He leaned in and traced that delicate tattoo with his tongue. “I know you can.” He whispered the words into Bastian’s ear and licked again.

  Bastian’s whimper was so sweet, needy. “You do?”

  “I do.” He licked once more and then straightened, smacked the tops of Bastian’s thighs. The skin was hot now, flushed with blood called to the surface.

  Bastian’s face shone with sweat, toes curling, eyes closed tight.

  “Yes,” he murmured. “So beautiful. So strong, my Precious.” He bent to kiss the small of Bastian’s back.

  Bastian took in a shaky breath, trembling. “Yours. Yours.”

  “Yes, Bastian. Mine.” He sucked on two of
his fingers and then pushed them into Bastian’s ass, need beginning to ride him. His Bastian was so beautiful, made him wanton. Bastian took him in, hole pulling him deep, body begging for more.

  Oh, yes, his greedy, eager lover. He made it three fingers, working hard and fast to get Bastian ready for his cock.

  “Gus. More. I need. Love...” Bastian struggled up on his hands and knees, riding his fingers.

  “Yes, Precious, yes.” He moved on the mattress, kneeling behind Bastian, hands spreading the hot cheeks.

  Bastian braced, rocking back towards him. “Need you. Fill me. Fuck.”

  He slapped that ass again. “Behave, Bastian, or I might leave you wanting.”

  Another low groan sounded, Bastian shaking his head. “No. I’ll behave. Anything you want.”

  “Then let me drive, sweet boy.” He pushed his cock into Bastian’s body, groaning at the heat and tightness of it.

  “Oh...” Bastian took a deep breath, the tension in the pale spine visibly easing.

  He chuckled and bent to slide his lips along Bastian’s shoulder. “Impatient one.”

  “Mm-hmm. For you. Nothing like you.” It was like magic, the way Bastian melted for a good fuck.

  “Flatterer,” he accused. He was well-pleased, though, with Bastian’s words.

  “No. Truth.” Bastian stretched, ass squeezing him.

  He groaned, hands raking down along Bastian’s back before he started to thrust, pushing his hips tight against that red ass over and over again. Burning for him. Bastian was fucking burning around him. He wrapped his hands around Bastian’s hips, fingers digging in as he began to pull that tight body back onto his cock. Bastian pushed back, riding him, soft words pouring from his lover, begging, pleading for release.

  “No, no, my Precious. When I decide.” He hit Bastian’s ass again and rode him harder, really getting his hips into it.

  Bastian struggled, fighting him, fighting his will, Gus’ body moving and rocking, knowing what his lover needed. He growled, hands tightening further, changing the rhythm, thrusting and pulling Bastian back on his terms.

  Gus felt it, around his cock, under his hands, when Bastian stopped thinking and simply offered himself over. He purred, changing the rhythm again, finding Bastian’s gland and nailing it over and over and over again.

  Low, deep sounds filled the air, Bastian no longer begging, just feeling, soaring, riding the sensations. Gus let himself go, soared with Bastian. He lost all sense of time, of anything but the way they felt, bodies moving together.

  Almost without thinking, running as on instinct as his lover was, Gus’ hand slid forward and undid the top knot on the leather binding Bastian’s need. A desperate cry filled the air, Bastian pushing back against his chest. He wrapped one arm around Bastian, holding him up, pounding in, hand pumping the freed cock.

  Heat sprayed over his fingers, the scent of Bastian’s need heady.

  “Yes,” he whispered it, hips pumping as his own seed poured into Bastian’s body.

  Bastian moaned low, sinking down onto the mattress, arms giving out. He went down with his lover, cock sliding from the wicked heat. He purred softly, hands stroking Bastian’s sides. “Beautiful.”

  Bastian sighed softly, relaxed and quiet beneath him. “Love.”

  Gus nodded and moved to lie beside Bastian on the wide couch, pulling his lover to him. “Yes, and I love you, Bastian.”

  Bastian curled close, nodding, hands sliding around his waist.

  “Perhaps we should call Del’s Kitchen for supper tonight; I have no desire to let you go long enough to make food to fill our bellies.” He would not waste a moment of Bastian curled close and cozy, pliant and happy in his arms.

  “That sounds perfect, Augie.” Bastian smiled up at him, kissed his chin. “A whole three days for us. It sounds perfect.”

  “It is,” he agreed, bending to bring their mouths together. “It is perfect.”

  ***

  He slept deep all night and woke up bright and early. Augie was sleeping hard and Bastian covered him up before going to put fruit turnovers in the warmer and heading into his workshop. He closed the door behind him, smiling as the outside world fell away. His workshop was bright, the morning suns coming through the many oddly shaped windows on the eastern wall. It was crowded and warm, piles of things here and there and everywhere, and he knew where to find each and every one. He sat at his workbench, fingers sliding over tools and materials.

  Within ten chronos he was lost in the tiny pieces, the miniatures he created, lost in sanding and trimming and gluing.

  He had no idea how long he’d been there when the fire alarm went off, the tone strident and loud.

  Oh. Curses!

  He ran to the kitchen and pulled the turnovers out, scorching his fingers as he tossed the turnovers into the sink and whacked the alarm. “Shh. No waking Gus. Damn.”

  “Too late,” growled his lover, Gus blinking and naked in the doorway. “What happened? Are you all right, Bastian?”

  “Was warming up breakfast and it got smoky.” He ran his fingers under the cold water.

  “You hurt yourself!” Gus took his hand and turned it from side to side, checking closely, tsking at what he saw. “I’ll get the burn cream.”

  Well, he hadn’t done it on purpose. He wrinkled his nose and started pulling out more pastries.

  Gus returned a moment later. “Leave them. I’ll do it after I’ve taken care of you.”

  He was led over to the mosaic topped table, Gus fussing and cleaning, creaming and bandaging the small blisters on his fingers.

  “Sorry, Augie. I got caught in the workshop and lost track of time.” Again.

  Gus nodded and stroked the back of his hand. “The turnovers are replaceable. You? Not so much, hmm?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I have a double, yeah?”

  “It isn’t your double I want, Precious. It is you.” Gus kissed his nose. “I don’t care what your twin looks like, he isn’t you.”

  “No. No, he isn’t like me. Not at all.” Jacob was... loud and harsh and loud.

  “Then there is still only one you, and you are not replaceable.” Gus sounded very sure, and that confidence and love was echoed in the kiss he was given, Gus’ hands sliding to cup his ass.

  He cuddled in, lips parting eagerly. He loved the flavors of Gus, the hunger.

  “I have your favorite breakfast right here, anyway, Bastian.” Gus pressed against him, cock hard and hot.

  “Mmm... all for me?” He rubbed, rocking a little.

  “Only you,” murmured Gus, hands guiding his movements.

  “Good.” He took another kiss and another, moaning low.

  One hand stayed on his ass, the other moved between them, sliding up under his shirt and tweaking his nipples. Oh. He gasped, nipples going tight, almost like they were begging for more. Gus purred and came back to them, pinching.

  “Gus. I.” He stretched, shivered. So big. Everything with Gus was so big.

  “I dreamed about you wearing my rings in these.” Gus’ fingers tugged and played. “Of how you would look. How it would feel.”

  Bastian gasped, nodded, cock rubbing faster, harder. “I would. For you.”

  “I know you would. I think maybe you will. I’ll make an appointment for next week. So we can both think about it. Anticipation is half the pleasure.”

  “Only half?” He gasped, tongue lapping at Gus’ lips.

  Gus chuckled, moaned and pressed closer. “At least half.”

  “Tease.” He wanted. Now.

  “That is what anticipation is all about, Bastian.”

  He smiled, leaned into Gus more fully as he nodded. “What would I do without you?”

  “I have no desire to find out, Precious. You are mine, and that is the way it is staying.”

  “Yes. Yours.” Gods, Gus was warm.

  “Yes. Now I have a need, sweet Bastian. Your mouth builds a fire in me.”

  He nodded, sliding down to kneel between Gus’ l
egs, lips open, hungry. Gus moaned, hands dropping to Bastian’s head, fingers sliding through his hair.

  “Oh, my Precious. Your mouth...”

  “Want...” His lips dropped down over the thick-thick prick, sucking hard, eyes rolling with it.

  Gus moaned, fingers tightening in his hair, muscles in Gus’ thighs flexing. He closed his eyes, let Gus move him, push him, guide him.

  “So good, Precious.” Gus’ hips moved slowly but pushed the thick cock deep each time.

  He forced himself to relax, let Gus in and in and in, fighting the gasps when Gus blocked his airway.

  “Perfect.” Gus’ voice was strained, pleasure making it thick. The word made him shudder, made him shake. So pleased. “Yes, my Precious, perfect.”

  Gus’ hips moved faster, sliding his cock in faster and faster, burning along his tongue. He swallowed, tugged, throat closing around the head of Gus’ prick.

  “Yes! Yes, Bastian. Soon.” Gus moved even faster, driving into his mouth now. His hands wrapped around Gus’ thighs, squeezing, eyes going wide.

  “Love...” The word was whispered, Gus’ prick throbbing, shooting come down his throat. He drank down every drop, heart pounding, cock throbbing in his pants.

  Gus stayed buried in his throat for a long moment before slowly pulling away. “Just perfect.”

  He caught his breath, cheek on Gus’s thigh. “Love you.”

  “Yes. Yes, my beautiful Bastian.” The hand in his hair stroked, slid over his head.

  Bastian nodded, purred low and slow.

  “And now I suppose you are wanting, dear Bastian.” Gus chuckled, thumb sliding across his lower lip.

  “You? Always.” He sucked the thumb in, humming low.

  Gus chuckled. “Wanton.”

  Bastian released Gus’ thumb. “What’s your point?” He smiled up, kissing Gus’ hand.

  Gus laughed. “Oh, I think you already had my point.” They laughed together, and he crawled back up into Gus’ lap.

  Gus hummed, hands sliding over his clothes, working to undo and remove his overalls. He helped, getting naked, shifting and moving under that touch. Once he was naked, Gus bent him back, mouth going to his nipples. He arched, stretched, pushing into the warm lips. Gus rumbled against his skin, lips closing over his nipples, tugging on them, teeth biting.