Gregory sounded resolute, and Landon looked up and found him staring directly at him, eyes hard set and determined.
“Stop beating yourself up over it, okay? What’s done is done, Landon. The past is in the past. We’ve gotta move on from it if we want this to work.” Gregory stretched his hand across the table, palm up. Landon rested his own against it. Gregory squeezed and pulled it closer, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
“You’ve hurt me before, and you’ll hurt me again. But don’t ever walk away from me unless it’s going to be the last time,” Gregory continued.
Landon’s eyes felt wet. He blinked his tears away. God, hadn’t he cried enough the past two weeks? With his spare hand, he wiped at his eyes and offered a small smile to Gregory across the table.
“So, then…we just…carry on?” he finally garnered the courage to ask.
“We just carry on,” Gregory confirmed, letting go of his hand and taking a drink of coffee.
Landon fidgeted in his seat.
“What?” Gregory asked him, setting his mug on the table with a thud.
“I just. I don’t. It seems too easy?”
Landon couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong, but he didn’t feel like Gregory had even come close to demanding enough penance for what he’d done.
“What do you want from me, Landon?” Gregory asked him with a sigh. “I’m not going to hit you from a place of anger. I don’t have it in myself to ignore you or deprive you or be apart from you any more than we already have. If you want to be with me, be with me. If you want to serve me, Landon, fucking do it.”
Gregory’s nostrils flared with barely restrained tension and he bored holes in Landon’s eyes with the heat of his stare. This was maybe what Landon had hoped for, some semblance of fire and rage.
“It just feels like…” Landon trailed off, unable to find the words.
He needed this to bemore. He neededsomethingto get him over this hump, over this awkwardness that was festering inside of him that Gregory wasn’t even aware of, somehow.
Gregory exhaled and wiped his hands on his napkin, then folded it neatly and set it beside his plate. He took another sip of coffee then gestured toward the house.
“Go inside, get the lube from the bathroom, and go bend over the couch.”
Gregory’s voice echoed with malice and it chilled Landon to his bones, but he did as he’d been told, scampering inside, getting the lube, and folding his torso over the back of the couch. Landon listened to Gregory put Ed out in to the yard then stomp through the house. His arm wound around Landon’s neck and pulled him back at a rough angle.
Landon opened his mouth in shock and was quickly choked by three of Gregory’s fingers sliding across the surface of his tongue. His arm tightened and he pulled Landon’s back against his chest, using his thick fingers to fuck his way toward the back of his throat. Landon dry-heaved around the intrusion, sputtering and spitting, his eyes finally letting loose a stream of tears he’d been trying to keep at bay.
“Take off your pants,” Gregory barked into his ear, and Landon fumbled for the fly of his jeans, kicking them and his briefs to the ground. As soon as they were clear of his knees, Gregory’s hand was out of his mouth and feeling around his crack, two spit-soaked fingers pushing their way inside of him.
“Fuck,” Landon cried, Gregory’s other arm still tight around his neck.
“Is this what you wanted?” Gregory asked, sinking his teeth into Landon’s ear. He pumped his fingers in and out of Landon’s hole, twisting and turning his wrist with each penetration. “What you needed?”
Gregory forced a third finger inside, the spit not being enough lube, causing his hole to stretch and burn with the invasion. Landon sobbed openly, only held up by Gregory’s arm around his throat and the couch at his stomach. Gregory shoved his fingers up to the knuckles and used the force of his entire body to fuck his hand against Landon’s hole, the knuckles at the base of his hand bumping into Landon’s tight muscles with every thrust.
“Did you need a reminder, boy?” Gregory shoved his entire tongue into Landon’s ear with a hot, wet swipe over the delicate cartilage.
“Yes,” Landon managed to out the words. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
This was exactly what Landon needed. He’d been desperate the past two weeks, not just for Gregory, but for the unruly passion that had always unfurled between them when they came together. He needed to hear the raspy lust and need in Gregory’s voice as he barely held himself together in his dominance.
Landon wanted Gregory laid just as bare as he felt.
But then Landon was empty, Gregory’s hand removed and reaching around him for the lube Landon had dropped on the couch cushions. Gregory flipped the lid on the bottle and shoved it between their bodies, squirting it onto his dick then using the hot skin of Landon’s back to make sure his cock was slicked before he buried himself inside of Landon’s ass.
“Oh!” he cried, the sound muffled by the tightening of Gregory’s forearm around his throat. Gregory held him in place and slapped their bodies together, fucking into Landon like he was little more than a fuck toy to use and discard.
“This is your place,” Gregory grunted into his ear.
Landon’s cock throbbed in response.
