“Go inside,” he repeated. “Take all the time you need to get yourself clean, then present yourself. I’ll be in when I’m ready.”
“Yes, Sir.” Landon scampered out of the car and used his key to open Gregory’s front door. He jogged to the guest bathroom and stripped down, pulling the necessary supplies out from under the sink then turning the shower on.
While he waited for the water to warm up, he looked at himself in the mirror and poked at his stomach, happy to see the workouts he’d been doing during the week had paid off and the layer of fat he’d seen developing was now gone.
He took his time in the shower, getting himself clean and ready; then once he was sure he’d meet Gregory’s specifications, he toweled off and went down the hall to the bedroom. Gregory wasn’t there, but Landon knew that didn’t matter.
He again thought that he should have told Gregory waiting was his only hard limit. But he hadn’t, so he lowered himself onto his knees and did just that.
23
Gregory
For the thirdtime in as many nights, Gregory watched Landon while he slept. He’d gone easy on Landon last night after the barbeque, opting for sex that leaned more toward the vanilla side of things. Landon had come apart so beautifully underneath him, then drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
Gregory had laid awake, Landon’s cheek pressed against his chest, staring at the top drawer of his dresser. The drawer that held a fourteen year-old collar he’d never had the heart to part with. It wasn’t anything he’d want Landon to have now; it didn’t fit his personality or his submission anymore.
Landon needed a collar that locked, and Gregory wanted him to have one. He wanted to feel the clasp click into place under his fingers, perhaps while Landon had a mouthful of his cock. With Landon over as much as he was, Gregory needed to get rid of that unused piece of shit, and probably find a better hiding place for the other memento of their romance that he’d kept tucked away for almost half his life.
Landon stirred. Gregory reached for his phone and checked the time. It was early still, barely five. He didn’t need to pull himself away from Landon’s warm body for at least another hour. He tossed his phone back onto the nightstand, and it slid into the bottle of lube, knocking it onto the bed.
Gregory wasn’t one to ignore signs, so he kicked the sheets down, opened it up and drizzled some of the cool liquid down his shaft. He stroked himself until he was hard and wet, then moved between Landon’s legs, using his cock to grease Landon’s hole. Landon groaned and parted his legs, still asleep.
Gregory had a fleeting thought that he should prep Landon, but decided against it, remembering clearly how suitably used Landon had been before they fell asleep. He pushed the tip of his dick against Landon’s hole and forced his way past the resistance.
Landon’s eyes fluttered open, and Gregory pulled out. Landon relaxed, and Gregory pushed back in. Landon’s hands traced lines up Gregory’s sides and down his back while he fucked Landon nice and slow with just the first inches of his dick.
“I love you,” Landon mumbled in his sleep. “I’ve never not loved you.”
Gregory startled and pushed his full length into Landon, whose eyes sprang open with a gasp.
“What did you say?” Gregory grinded his hips against Landon.
“Fuck,” he cried, his voice more coherent than it had just been. “I was asleep. Jesus.” His voice dripped out of his mouth like syrup and morphed into a deep baritone purr.
Gregory dropped his forehead onto Landon’s shoulder. Landon had just confessed his love in his sleep. He hadn’t been awake yet, but did Landon still love him? Could that be true? God, he wished he could ask without ruining things. Gregory had slipped up, he knew, and said it himself, but Landon had been floating off in subspace and hadn’t ever mentioned it so Gregory assumed he didn’t remember the words.
“Good morning,” Gregory whispered into Landon’s ear, bucking his hips forward with a sharp thrust.
“Indeed,” Landon panted, curling his fingers into the back of Gregory’s hair and holding his face close.
“I’m not gonna last,” he apologized.
Landon tightened his muscles. “Don’t.”
Gregory pumped his hips and came, Landon’s proclamation echoing through his head like a bell. As soon as his orgasm had dulled, he removed his cock and slid down Landon’s body, swallowing Landon’s shaft with one smooth movement.
Landon bucked up to meet him, fucking his mouth with an intensity he’d never shown Gregory before. Landon had always been content to let Gregory steer the action, set the pace. But this sleepy Monday morning found his hand cupped securely around the base of Gregory’s neck while he pumped his hips up, suffocating him with his cock.
Gregory licked and slurped along Landon’s cock, grasping the backs of his thighs to spread his legs up and apart. Landon writhed beneath him, mumbling incoherently before shooting his load onto Gregory’s waiting tongue.
“Fuck, oh God,” he shouted, then, “Fuck. I’m sorry. Oh, God, Sir, I’m sorry.”
Gregory smoothed a hand up Landon’s chest to calm him, swallowing Landon’s orgasm in its entirety before letting Landon’s dick slip from his lips.
“I’m sorry,” Landon repeated. His eyes were sleepy and scared.
Gregory smirked. “You came without permission.”
