I mean, yeah, I’m totally getting him a leather collar to wear when we’re alone in the residence, but I need something on his body ASAP. When I can’t be in the room with him, he needs a tangible reminder that he’smine. That heaskedfor this.
That he’s pledged himself tome.
Collaring him will be a big mental step. Coming up on the stress of announcing and running his campaign, every little mental and emotional edge I can give him now will pay off in a huge way later.
I move around his body, caressing his flesh, holding him. He hooks an arm around me and once again presses his face against my stomach. I’m struck by how vulnerable he is. Emotionally, not physically.
Even one-legged, the man could literally kill me right now, if he wanted to. I’ve never in my life been in a fist fight, and this guy is a decorated combat veteran. I’ve seen how he and Leo wrestle together. The guy’s fucking strong.
I guess that’s even sexier, that he’s willingly submitting to me. Damn sure couldn’t physically force him to do anything he didn’t want to.
Like Leo, I’m not into that. I have no desire to force Elliot to do anything.Heapproachedme.
I work my way down his body, taking my time as steam swirls around us in the shower. He needs to decompress, needs to settle into this new thing between us, even though he asked for it.
He’s not the only one.
He spreads his thighs, watching me as I reach between his legs and wash his cock and balls. Almost instantly, he’s hard again.
Excellent. I was sort of hoping for that.
Then I soap my fingers and reach behind him, sliding them down the seam of his ass. “Up,” I tell him. “Hold on to me.”
He stands, balancing with an arm hooked around me as my fingers slip between his ass cheeks. I tease his hole, noting how his breath quickens as I do.
A little more soap before I start playing with him in earnest. Oh, absolutely, the boy’s getting fucked tonight. If it wasn’t so goddamned late, he’d be cleaning out and I’d be fucking him raw and truly marking him as mine.
Maybe tomorrow night.
Or, technically tonight, I guess.
A little more soap, and my finger circles his rim, gently pressing but not breaching. His head droops, and when I look, his cock’s hard and twitching against his thigh.
Perfect.
I’d fuck him right here if it wasn’t for the fact that I want to plow him hard and deep and unleash some of my own frustrations. He also needs it.
From what I’ve witnessed between him and Leo, Elliot’s needs hit deeper physical notes than mine do.
Darker notes.
I stretch, reaching, and grab the bottle of lube I stationed in here earlier. I rinse the soap from my fingers, lube them, and then press for entrance.
He softly moans, his arms tightening around me.
“Does my boy need this?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Been a while?”
“Too long, Sir.”
“Don’t you dare come before I give you permission. And no, you don’t have permission right now.”
“Yes, Sir!” he gasps.
I slide my finger in to the first joint, gently test to make sure I’m not hurting him, then go deeper. Once I’m buried all the way to the knuckle, I slowly finger-fuck him, pleased to find him trying to rock in time with my motions.
