Chase undid Mason's fly and shimmied his jeans and boxers down his legs. His hard girth angled forward, its impressive weight forcing it down. Chase stared at it, in awe of it the way he always was whenever he looked at that massive thing. He also had a certain fondness for all the great experiences it had brought him—memories he’d never be able to shake, especially those formative ones from early on in their relationship.
Chase got on his knees and ran his tongue under Mason’s shaft, running it up to the tip of his cock, which he licked. He could taste a bit of pre-cum, and it pleased him to know he’d already gotten Mason so worked up.
He looked up at his husband. “Please, Mason.”
“Please what?” Mason asked.
“Give me what I need.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need this fat cock inside me. I want you to make me feel good. I want you to dominate me.” He took Mason's dick into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue and lips, moving back and forth, finding his rhythm, lubricating it with his spit.
Mason grunted and rolled his head back before running his hand through Chase's hair. “That's real good. Just like that. Just like that.”
* * *
Mason practically had a boner the entire flight over.
And having Chase on his knees, teasing his cock, was driving him crazy.
He was ready to serve Chase and give him everything he needed.
“Stand up,” Mason ordered.
Chase obeyed, and as he rose to his feet, Mason's lips slammed onto his.
He gripped on to the hem of Chase's polo, then pulled it up forcefully. The fabric pushed between their faces, making them take a moment to get the shirt off before their lips were right back against each other's, but only for a moment until Mason grabbed Chase’s hips and spun him around. Pressing him up against the wall, he reached around, grabbed Chase's neck, and tilted his head back with his forefinger. Chase sighed a familiar sigh—one that let Mason know he was in charge, that he'd given up his power to Mason. He wanted Chase to be in command, to be his master… but by being totally submissive to him.
With his free hand, Mason undid Chase's belt.
Chase helped him along, pushing his jeans and underwear to his ankles before Mason placed his hard girth vertically between his ass cheeks, stimulating himself and teasing Chase… knowing what Chase really wanted.
“Please. I need that inside me.”
“All in good time,” Mason promised before kissing the side of his face.
Chase turned and locked lips with him.
They kissed until Chase interrupted with, “I have condoms in the bedroom.”
“Sorry, but I’m too impatient for that.”
Mason leaned down, grabbed one and a packet of lube out of the back pocket of his pants. He’d kept them on him, figuring it wouldn’t take him long after he arrived at Chase’s place before he ravaged him. Hell, he was surprised they hadn’t pulled over and had a quickie just to get it out of the way.
He tore the edge of both wrappers with his teeth at the same time.
Suiting and lubing up, Mason whispered into Chase’s ear, “Two months was a long fucking time. I bet you're real tight.”
“You have no idea.”
“I'm about to find out.” Mason offered a gentle push to ease his cock inside Chase, who rolled his head back.
“Oh, it’s so fucking tight.” Mason pulled his cock back out.
He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pant legs before scooping Chase off the floor and lifting him into the air.
Chase let out a lighthearted laugh as Mason carried him to a black leather sofa and laid him across it. “Oh, aren't you frisky?”
