Landon fiddled with his fingers then turned his palms up and curled his fingers slightly. He stared down at his hands as though maybe the answer he was searching for was there, then his mouth parted, and Gregory was pretty certain Landon had realized the answerwasthere.
What Landon wanted was painted across every sloping, submissive line of his body. The way he bowed to Gregory and offered himself freely. Even now, the way he presented himself without even meaning to do it. Part of Gregory wished he could have known what Landon was like the past fifteen years, because one thing he did know is that Landon’s submission was like a fucking magnet that drew them together, leaving them both helpless to the other.
“Sir.” The word left Landon’s lips on a shaking breath.
Gregory raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Landon nodded, still looking down. “I want to be yours, Sir.”
Gregory’s cock bumped against his briefs. He undid his fly and pulled it out, stroking it in his fist until it was hard. He used his thumb to wipe the precum that had leaked from his slit then held his thumb out to Landon’s mouth. Landon darted his tongue out and lapped up the liquid and dared a glance at Gregory’s face.
“You want to belong to me?” Gregory asked him, still stroking himself.
“More than anything, Sir.” Landon’s voice wavered with feeling.
Gregory used his middle finger to reach down and press between his balls and looped his forefinger and thumb around his shaft, angling it so it pointed toward the ceiling.
“Then come make yourself mine.”
Landon had the lube from the side table in his hand before Gregory had even seen him move. The lid was open and he squirted it down Gregory’s shaft. Gregory stroked himself, sliding the slick liquid around as Landon straddled his thighs and, with no preamble, impaled himself with Gregory’s dick.
Gregory wrapped his fingers around Landon’s hips for support, but let him do all the moving. And did Landon fucking move, working his ass around Gregory’s cock like he was born for it.
Landon rode him like he wasn’t in chastity and free to come whenever he wanted. He fucked Gregory with his hole as though Gregory’s orgasm was the only thing he wanted to achieve. Gregory watched precum leak out of the slit in the cage and drip onto his stomach as Landon bounced his ass against Gregory’s thighs.
Gregory fought to keep his eyes open, gritting his teeth together to stave off his orgasm. He wanted to come, but he wanted Landon to work for it first.
“That’s it, boy. Mark yourself with my cum. Make yourself mine.”
Landon’s pupils dilated and he grabbed Gregory’s wrists and used them as leverage, bouncing wildly on his dick. The lock on the cage rattled with every pump and slap of their bodies. Knowing that Landon’s cock probably ached with the need to harden was almost enough to get Gregory there.
“Who am I?” He grunted, his fingers digging into Landon’s hips aggressively enough he was sure to leave bruises.
“Sir,” Landon panted, sweat dripping down his temple.
“What does that make me?” Gregory pushed for the word he wanted to hear. The one word that Landon hadn’t used yet.
“Master,” Landon choked out. “You’re my Master.”
Gregory came, painting the inside of Landon’s tight channel with enough cum that it slid down his shaft like extra lube. Landon’s movements slowed and Gregory thrust upward, bucking his hips against Landon’s body until the last wave of his orgasm had passed.
Landon stroked his chest and collapsed on top of him, the hard steel of the cock cage jabbing into Gregory’s stomach. He rolled them over so Landon was on his back and let his cock slide free of his ass. His cum pooled around Landon’s entrance and he used his fingers to gather it up and push it back inside. Landon winced, then sighed happily.
“I wish I had a plug with me.” He pushed two fingers into Landon. “So this would all stay inside until I was ready to own you again.”
Gregory pushed in a third finger, loving the way Landon’s body responded to the intrusion. He loved the way Landon responded to everything he did—anything he did. He loved…
“Thank you, Sir.”
“For?” Gregory prompted, still slowly fucking Landon’s ass with his fingers.
“Letting me be yours.”
“Landon. You’ll always be mine. I will always use you. I will always own you.” He pushed his pinky finger inside. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?”
“I’m your slut,” Landon panted.
“One day soon, I’m going to fuck my slut with my whole hand,” he promised Landon as he removed his fingers one at a time. “But not tonight because you have to go to work.”
