I winced, my abused hole protesting even that much. Despite his cock being soft, it still hurt a bit as he pulled out. He paused when he sat back with my legs still spread. He brushed his thumb over my ass, just outside my still-stretched hole.
“Love to see you all stretched out for me, because of me.” He looked up, eyes meeting mine. “I meant what I said. I want to go get tested with you. Maybe not the next time I pull out of this ass, but soon, my cum will follow, leaking out and dripping all over you.”
My poor cock actually twitched. I think I whimpered slightly, though I tried not to make it too loud. I loved the thought, the ownership behind it.
That
thought brought me up short. I was going to have to be
very
careful. I could already feel myself wanting to give him everything, anything he asked for. It’d be so easy not to care or worry about anything but being with him, giving him what he wanted.
“What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours, baby?”
The way he asked that made me want to spill, but I didn’t think—despite wanting to get tested, despite going on a date—he’d want to hear that I wanted to be his everything. No one liked to have someone that clingy. I wasn’t usually this bad after a scene or sex, but I’d never had an experience like the one—ones—I’d had tonight.
I took a breath. “I don’t know exactly.” He frowned, but I touched his hand. “No, uh, I mean it. I’m… I don’t know. I’m just—” I shook my head, frustrated with how to put it into words. “I feel….” I couldn’t finish that either and realized I probably
shouldn’t
anyway. He didn’t need me to turn into some kind of blubbering emotional mess. That was a surefire way of scaring him off. “I don’t know,” I finally said again.
His face cleared. “I think I do.” He leaned forward and kissed the puzzled scowl on my forehead. “Let’s clean up.” And with that, he climbed out of bed, turned, and held his hand out to me.
I rolled up to follow him and took the offered hand. I guessed he’d tell me what he thought in his own good time.
He led me through a door and into a massive bathroom in warm earth tones. Directly in front of me was a deep spa tub. To the left was a glass-walled shower that could be counted as its own room. And beyond the tub, the toilet had its own tiny alcove. Matching sinks flanked the door.
Mal took care of the condom, tossing it into a small can under one of the sinks, then approached the shower. He stopped at some shelves set into the wall next to it and pulled out two thick, fluffy towels. He set these on the corner of the tub, then leaned in and started the water, adjusting the temperature. “Not hot, not on those welts. Step in, baby. Let me clean you up a little. Wait.” He stepped up to me and ran a finger over the collar. “This needs to come off for the shower.”
I frowned, swallowing. I looked up into his eyes and nodded, trying not to be disappointed.
“If you want it back after, I’ll put it back on you.”
I breathed out my relief, feeling ridiculous but better.
He took the collar off and set it on the end of the tub next to the towels, then waved at the shower.
I stepped in, wincing as the water hit my skin. It was barely warm and it stung. I wouldn’t have thought to keep it to warm instead of hot, and I was glad for his knowledge and experience.
He stepped in behind me, picking up a bottle of liquid bodywash and pouring it into his hands. He ran them gently over my back, down my legs, then to my ass, just brushing his fingers over my now very sore hole. When he finished, he soaped up my chest and the rest of me, then rinsed that side down. At his direction I turned around, leaning against the wall, and he took a removable showerhead down and twisted it to a slow flow. He parted my asscheeks gently and let the water run over me, cleaning the last of the lube and sweat from me.
Afterward, he leaned forward and left a soft kiss on each cheek. Then he stood, hung the showerhead back up, and picked up the bodywash again. I took it out of his hands and poured some in my own palm, then proceeded to wash him.
Showering with someone was a completely new experience for me. It felt so different from anything I’d done with anyone else, so much more intimate. I was beginning to understand new experiences would happen a lot with this man.
If he wanted them with me.
I pushed the thought back, annoyed with my messed-up emotions, and focused on rinsing his body and washing his hair. He had to kneel so I could get to it, and he grinned up at me as he did.
“Don’t get used to this position, boy,” he murmured, and I gave a fake pout. He swatted me lightly on the hip, and I laughed.
Once his hair was rinsed and he’d taken care of mine, we stepped out and dried each other off, and then he picked up the collar. “Do you still want this back on?”
I hesitated, but I couldn’t read his expression. “I-I’d like it. Do you want to put it on me?”
He smiled. “I like seeing my collar on you,” he said and put it around my neck.
I closed my eyes as he fastened it. God, I was being crazy. But I wanted this with him. I imagined having one permanently, locked around my neck. Maybe with a tag on it that said something like
Master Mal
. I shook the thought off when I felt his finger ghost over the edge. I looked up. His expression was unreadable, but he leaned in and kissed me, then took my hand and pulled me back into the bedroom.
As he was pulling the blankets down, though, I remembered I needed to text Mike. I found my jeans and pulled out my phone, seeing a missed message.
Thankfully, it was only from about ten minutes ago.
Dude, you okay? Or are you still fucking him?
I snorted.
Do you really want the gory details of our gay sex? My asshole is never gonna be the same again. He fucked me so hard, I forgot my name. I’m fine. Going to sleep in a few. Will text tomorrow.
It took less than a minute for his reply.
GROSS! I didn’t need to know that.
I snorted and showed the conversation to Mal, who gave a snort too.
“Hang on,” he said, grabbing his own jeans and pulling out his phone. He climbed onto the bed and patted the spot next to him. I joined him as he typed something out, grinned at me, and held up one finger.
Sure enough, only a minute later, I got another message from Mike.
I officially hate you. I will have nightmares for a week.
I couldn’t stop from laughing again. “What did you tell him?”
He held up his phone.
You’re just jealous you don’t have a big bear with a huge cock to wreck your ass too.
I almost died, I laughed so hard. I forgot to breathe. I replied to Mike quickly.
Oh, Mikey. Who are you fantasizing about? Master Nash? ’Cause you can’t have Mal. That dick is all mine.
As soon as I hit send, I couldn’t believe how possessive I’d been. But when Mal peeked over my shoulder and read it, all he did was kiss my cheek.
Mike’s reply was simple.
Die in a fire.
This brought more laughter from us, but a moment later, Mike sent a second one.
Happy for you. Night, man.
Night.
I replied and set the phone aside. I still wasn’t sure if I should be getting comments like that. I couldn’t quite believe that after all the other Doms, after the guys I’d tried to date who didn’t want me, someone as wonderful as Mal could. I shook my head at myself, annoyed with my train of thought.
“Onto your stomach, baby. I need to put some lotion on you.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You do?”
He nodded. “And it seems I’m going to have a word or two with Nash. None of your other Doms did either, did they?”
I frowned. “Well, uh, Master Nash did a few times. But not often.”
He shook his head. “Come on, onto your stomach.”
I did as he asked, and he opened a bottle and squirted some into his hand. He held it in his fist for a moment, then smoothed it over my skin. I moaned softly, the cool lotion feeling good on my welts.
“It helps keep them from leaving anything more than minor bruises or marks. Yes, you want to feel these for a few days,” he said, when I opened my mouth. I closed it, chagrined at being read so well again. “But,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “The sooner you get better… the sooner I can make you fly again.”
I liked the sound of that. I rested my head on my arms as he worked lotion into my skin all the way down. He set the bottle aside and turned the light off at the same time, then slid down under the covers again. When he was settled, he held his arms out.
I didn’t hesitate to move into them.
He wrapped them around me gently, kissing my forehead. “It’s sub drop.”
“What?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Your emotions. The need to be close. It’s sub drop. It happens sometimes after an intense scene. And we had not one, but… really two of them. I should have taken better care tonight.”
I shook my head. “No, please don’t regret that. I’m sorry, I…. Can I do something different so I don’t, uh, drop?”
He smiled, though it wasn’t his usually wide one. “No, baby. It’s not your fault. I’m just going to have to keep you with me until you feel better.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I’ll be okay.” I dropped my gaze and stared at his chest hair, itching to play with it, but I was too unnerved by the conversation. “You don’t have to feel like you have to keep me or something just for that.”
“You need to be close, that’s part of the drop. You’ll want to touch, and I certainly don’t mind that. Be as clingy as you need.” This time he did grin. “I’m not going to turn that down.”
I frowned, not quite understanding, except I knew he was at least partially right. My emotions
were
kind of wrung out. And I
did
want—need—to touch.
I resisted the urge to bite my lip. “I don’t think it’s just the… drop… that makes me want to touch you.”
He brushed his thumb over my cheek. “We’ll see.”
But I still didn’t like his expression, and that I couldn’t figure it out frustrated me. “I’ll be okay. You don’t
have
to keep me just for this.”
“Let me have my excuse. You’ll go home without me soon enough,” he murmured, kissing my forehead again. He reached down and tilted my chin, then kissed my lips too.
I wanted to tell him I didn’t really want to go home without him, but I knew that was ridiculous. I couldn’t see the clock, but I was pretty damned sure it wasn’t 7:00 p.m. the next day, so I hadn’t known him a full twenty-four hours. Hell, it wasn’t even 7:00
a.m.
, so not even twelve hours. I knew, intellectually, I couldn’t want, couldn’t care for someone that much in so short a time. It was probably the sub drop, like he said.
But that didn’t really feel right, and deep down, I was pretty sure I was fooling myself. I just hoped I’d figure it out before I made a fool of myself to him.
Mal
I COULDN’T
have gotten that lucky. I was pretty sure I was still asleep and dreaming. It just didn’t seem possible that the beautiful boy I’d had in my arms all night was now between my legs, waking me up with a blow job.
I opened my eyes to see the covers pulled back. Yes, Kyle’s brown head
was
bobbing on my dick.
While I was debating taking control, he sucked hard once more, and that was all it took.
When I could breathe again, I looked down at him to see him grinning up at me. I held my hand out, and he crawled up my body, settling on top of me, and I kissed him while I tried to decide if I wanted to be more Dom or lover. Did I want to deny him or make him come?
We broke apart, and the heat in his eyes decided for me. I hauled him up until his cock was in front of my face, opened my mouth, and pulled him in until I’d swallowed him. When he’d finished, I helped him resettle on top of me, in my arms again.
“Wow,” he muttered, rubbing his face over my chest hair, still working to catch his breath.
I smiled widely at him. “I like when you do that,” I murmured, brushing his hair back. He looked up and blinked at me. “The way you rub over me, like you’re trying to crawl into me.” He blushed, but I tilted his chin up. “No, don’t. I mean it.” I tightened my arms, and he sighed, resting his face against my chest again. “You like my hair?”
“Yeah, I do. I didn’t used to be one much for body hair, but on you it fits.”
I couldn’t resist smiling at that. “Well, I’m glad. How are you feeling this morning?”
He frowned. “Not sure yet. Uh, physically, I feel good.” He wiggled a little. “Ass is still sore.”
I chuckled. “That’s going to be for a while.”
He grinned. “I’m glad for it.” He pursed his lips. “Balls are still a bit sore.” I reached down and cupped them, and he winced. “Maybe more than a bit.”
“We’ll take care of you,” I said, kissing his forehead. I had the urge to kiss him a lot and decided not to think too much about it. I peeked over his shoulder, then nudged him onto the bed. “Lay on your stomach, baby,” I said and waited for him to do so. I ran my hand over his back, then legs. “Back’s pretty much clear. Most of the cane welts look better, but will probably be there for a while yet.”
Kyle curled up, trying to look over his back.
I couldn’t resist another grin. “They’re still there, don’t worry.”
He blushed. “I like having them.” He shrugged a shoulder.
“Well, your ass is still nice and warm,” I said, running my hand over each cheek and squeezing slightly. He winced and moaned at the same time.
“I don’t know whether to be aroused or uncomfortable….”
“How about both?” I asked, kissing him and swatting said sore ass.
He winced harder. “I think I’ll go with uncomfortable for now.”
With another peck to his forehead, I laughed and sat back. “How about some breakfast? We’ll take a pillow down with us.”
He grinned. “I don’t need a pillow.”
I swatted his ass again, not keeping it gentle this time, and he winced much harder. “Are you talking back to me, boy?”
Kyle shook his head quickly. “No, Master.”