“Curtis, darling, is everything all right? Was I too demanding? Too rough?”
The concern in Andrew’s voice coaxed more tears from Curtis.
“Everything is fine, Master. It’s just, I missed this. And I didn’t realize how much until now. Thank you for that.”
Andrew looked at him for a long moment, as if he was trying to inspect the inside of Curtis’s head. Then he slowly nodded.
“I believe you. And since you were such a good boy, you get a reward.”
Andrew’s hand slid between Curtis’s legs, to his still very hard cock. “Spread your legs for me, boy. I’m going to make it good.”
Curtis obeyed, enjoyed the rough grip of Andrew’s hand, the raspy texture of his palm. Andrew’s voice was hot in his ear, the words turning Curtis on almost more than the physical administrations.
“I wanted to edge you, wanted to make you suffer for the rest of the evening. I even considered asking you to hold it in until tomorrow or even till the weekend. The thought alone of that gorgeous cock of yours being all hard for me, unable to find relief… it’s so erotic, I could come again right away.”
That was enough. With a shudder and a cry, Curtis came, released his cum into Andrew’s hand in violent spurts. It took him some time to come down from his erotic high, especially since Andrew was petting and cuddling him all the time. When Curtis could finally think clearly again, he squirmed to get out of Andrew’s lap.
“Where are you going, boy?”
“To the nightstand, getting tissues. Your hand is smeared with my cum, Master.”
“Not anymore, boy.” Andrew grinned broadly and showed him his slightly glistening palm. Curtis realized that Andrew had licked his sperm off his hands. Not knowing if he should cry because he missed the sight due to his postorgasmic high, or if he should simply go back on his knees for this perfect member of the male species, he settled for kissing Andrew, chasing his own taste on his master’s lips. Andrew engaged happily and very soon, they were lying on the bed, making out like teenagers. It felt good. So incredibly good to just enjoy another man’s body, knowing that there were rules in place but that those rules could also be ignored by mutual agreement. It was bliss.
THEY MUSThave fallen asleep, because when Curtis woke, it was already dark outside. He yawned and stretched, the entire time aware of Andrew’s comforting weight at his back.
“You’re awake, boy.” A hint of amusement tinged Andrew’s tone.
“Yes, yes, I am. Sorry, I didn’t mean to doze off.”
Andrew pressed a kiss on Curtis’s shoulder. “It’s fine. I was napping as well. Are you rested enough to talk about a contract, or do you need some more cuddling?”
Curtis chuckled. That was a no-brainer. “More cuddling. I like cuddling.”
“That I’ve noticed.” Andrew closed his arms around Curtis’s body, buried his nose in his nape, and ground his erection none too subtly against Curtis’s lower back.
“You want to go again, Master?”
“I’d love to. I want to ram my cock into your tight hole, boy, make you whimper and squirm and twitch with need for me. I want to see you fall apart in my arms.”
Curtis mewled. His own cock was starting to swell at those words, definitely on board with the idea.
“But I also want to do this in the right order. Which means talking about the contract, signing it, and then we can agree on a date in the very near future where we go all the way. I want our first time having penetrative sex to be special. I want everything with you to be special. Hence the need for patience.”
Curtis sighed. “You take the fun out of it when you’re being all logical about it.”
“That’s my job as your Dom. To keep things in perspective and to look out for your best interests. In real life, that might be a bit hard for me because of the difference in our incomes, and because I’ve gotten the impression that you’re entirely capable of taking care of yourself, but in our relationship and especially when it comes to the BDSM aspects of it, I have every intention of being your rock.”
“Thank you, Master. And you do know I don’t care about our social or financial differences, don’t you?”
“Yes, Curtis, I do know. I’m just asking you to be patient with me, because I’m still getting used to it.”
“Oh, I can be very patient. Very.” Curtis waggled his hips, intentionally rubbing over Andrew’s very hard shaft.
“Is that meant to be a challenge, boy? Because I’m up for that.”
Curtis snorted. “I can feel it.”
Andrew laughed. “Careful, boy. Or I’m going to hump your delicious ass until I come without letting you have any fun at all!”
