“I would like to try it on you, but I think it’s too much.”
“I can handle it.”
“When was the last time someone hit you with a flogger, Adam?” Cooper sounded like he already knew the answer.
“When you did it.”
The sound Cooper made confirmed that he knew it to be true. Adam squeezed his eyes closed tighter.
“You can’t handle it, and it’s not up to you right now.” Cooper took the flogger away and Adam assumed he hung it on the wall. “I’ll let you choose, though. Do you want a softer flogger or do you want a spanking?”
Adam clenched his jaw.
“Do you want me to pick for you?” Cooper asked, his breath hot against Adam’s ear. “Are you ready to give up that bit of your control to me?”
“Yes,” he grunted under his breath. His cock leaked against his stomach at the concession and he cursed himself.
“The flogger then,” Cooper said, stepping away. Adam felt the rush of cool air generated by Cooper’s movement, and then he was back, dragging thinner strips of leather over his back. “You know how hard it makes me when your back turns red.”
“I remember.”
“Do you remember how hard it makesyou?”
“I’m already hard,” he grumbled.
“Then you’ll be harder when I’m done, which is better for me. You know I always loved how thick your dick gets around the middle right before you come.”
Before Adam could reply to that, Cooper took his first swing. The falls landed against him like a caress, and Adam was helpless to do anything besides moan at the touch. Cooper swung again, again, building up to a steady rhythm that ignited Adam’s back like fire. The flogger was light and the leather thin, but not thin enough to snap and burn him the way some toys could.
The monotony of the falls against his back lulled him into a quiet brain space where it didn’t matter he was a Dom in the role of a submissive. Nothing mattered, save for the throb of his cock against his stomach and the desire to spear it into Cooper’s ass. And after time, none of that even mattered. Thethwap, thwap, thwapof the flogger against his skin dragged him into a peaceful place that he didn’t even know he’d missed until he found it again.
Adam flexed his fingers against the O-rings, kind of reassuring himself he was still a man with a body and muscles and not a floating ball of sexual arousal that Cooper had somehow generated out of thin air.
“Adam.” Cooper’s voice pulled him out of his head, and Adam registered the flogging had stopped. Cooper’s fingers skated across the raised welts on his back and he shivered, opening his eyes and blinking the corner of the room into focus. “Hmn?”
“You were so good for me just now, baby.” Cooper stepped closer and pressed his rock hard cock against Adam’s ass. “Look how hard you got me. Did you make yourself hard, too?”
Cooper reached around, forcing his hand between Adam’s pliant body and the St. Andrew’s cross. He curled a cold and lube-slick fist around Adam’s dick, giving it a slow and tight tug.
“You did.” Cooper kissed the side of his neck. “You’re such a good listener. You’re so good at this, Adam. So fucking good. You always have been.”
Using his dick as a joystick, Cooper turned him and pulled him away from the cross. Cooper dropped the flogger and got on his knees, taking Adam down to the floor with him. The position was awkward, but Cooper’s touch had brought him around enough that he knew what to do.
“Put that cock inside of me,” Cooper demanded, falling forward onto his hands. He looked over his shoulder, watching intently as Adam lined his slick dick up with Cooper’s waiting asshole.
This was what he wanted.
This was all worth it.
He’d waited so long for this change again, a quarter of his life spent missing the man who was now willingly on display before him. He’d been a fool before to let his pride get the better of him when the reward would so far out-earn the cost. There was no one better than Cooper. There was nothing better than this.
“Adam, put it in,” Cooper repeated, and Adam eased his hips forward.
The head of his cock pushed past Cooper’s entrance and they both groaned at the tight heat of the penetration.
“I missed this.” Adam folded his body down so his chest pressed against Cooper’s back. “I missedyou.”
One of his arms snaked around Cooper’s chest, hauling him up off his hands. His fingers inched their way toward Cooper’s throat, but he stopped himself from making the move and instead seated himself fully, burying the rest of his length inside Cooper’s snug channel. He was close to coming already, the tension of the whole night objectively too much to manage without an orgasm.
