Andrew grabbed Curtis’s legs, placed them on his shoulders, and caressed the sides of Curtis’s upper body before he aligned his cock with Curtis’s twitching hole. When the tip of Andrew’s shaft entered him, Curtis couldn’t suppress the single tear sliding down his cheek. This felt so right. So good. So perfect. As much as he loved his friends and his life, having a steady partner made it all even better.
His Dom stopped the tear with his finger, licked it off with a soft smile full of love. Then he bent down to kiss Curtis, driving his cock deeper inside in the process. Curtis moaned, accepting both Andrew’s cock and tongue, all his dominance. Despite Andrew’s obvious need, he did his best to slow things down. He obviously wanted to savor the moment as well, a notion Curtis could get behind. The long, determined thrusts stimulated his prostate to the point where he started to beg.
“Please, Master. Don’t stop. Never stop. Let me come, please!”
Andrew smiled against his lips. His tone was slightly teasing. “Have I reduced you to begging already? I thought you’d have more endurance.”
Curtis smiled right back. He knew the words weren’t meant to hurt. The opposite. “With you, Master? I could beg all the time. I showed great restraint so far. I definitely deserve a reward.”
“Do you, now? And what would that reward be, boy?”
Curtis pretended to think about it, while Andrew’s divine cock was still forcing him mercilessly toward his release. “Letting me come? Because I’m such a good boy?”
Andrew laughed and bit into his lower lip, just hard enough to make Curtis yelp. “I should redden your ass and forbid you to come for an entire week.” He licked over the place he had just bitten. “But you’re right. You have been good. An orgasm it is.”
Grateful, Curtis slung his arms around Andrew’s neck and lifted his hips to change the angle of his master’s thrusts. Andrew’s movements became more frantic, and the brutal pounding had Curtis’s balls tightening while his cock started twitching without being touched. The first spurt was like the literal wave crashing over him, though Curtis usually wasn’t one for using stereotypes to describe his sex life. It had been almost a year since he’d last had sex with a partner, and back then it had been a one-night stand, nothing even close to the depth and appreciation he was feeling now.
Andrew’s rhythm faltered; his thrusts came faster, more brutal, thus stimulating Curtis into a second orgasm that took Andrew with him over the edge. His master wasn’t a screamer. He grunted, his face scrunched up adorably while he grabbed Curtis’s hips so hard, it would surely leave bruises. The knowledge that his Dom had marked him had Curtis almost passing out from sheer bliss. Their bodies kept twitching against each other for some time, while a bone-deep relaxation kept them on the ground even though Curtis was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Cold tiles were okay while in the throes of passion, afterward not so much. He wiggled a bit, which jerked Andrew into action.
Slowly, he pulled out of Curtis’s hole and helped him place his feet on the ground. “This was simply great, boy. Do you want to end the scene now or keep going? I’m fine with both.”
Curtis groaned and moved his hips tentatively. A pinching in his lower back as well as an uncomfortable pressure around his shoulder blades reminded him that he wasn’t as young as he used to be. Though sex on tiles was never advisable in the first place, no matter the age of the participants. “Does keeping the scene going entail you helping me up from the floor and giving me a massage later? If the answer is yes, we have a ‘Macarons’ situation. If it’s no, we’re firmly in the ‘Degenerate Art’ corner.”
Andrew smiled and lifted a brow. “Do I sense some topping from the bottom here?”
Curtis huffed. “Hey, you asked! Besides, it’s me with my back on the cold,hardfloor.”
Andrew went back on his haunches, grabbed Curtis’s wrists and pulled him up with one strong move. “It may have been your back on the floor, but at least for you the weight was evenly distributed. My poor kneecaps, on the other hand, have suffered greatly.”
“Then next time we do this in bed? And I was on my knees the entire time you were cooking, so don’t go complaining to me about kneecaps!”
They stared at each other for a moment before they started laughing so hard, they had tears in their eyes. Curtis hadn’t felt this relaxed and happy in a very long time.
“Okay, I think the scene is done.” Andrew leaned in to give Curtis a loving kiss. “But I don’t need a scene to give you everything you need. How about I feed you—naked, on my lap—and then give you a massage? You know, because you were such a good boy.”
Curtis ignored the teasing tone in the last sentence and snuggled against Andrew’s chest with a happy smile on his lips. “Sounds like the perfect aftercare. I wish you could stay the night.”
“What makes you think I won’t?”
Curtis leaned back in Andrew’s arms far enough to look him in the eye. “You have work tomorrow, so I assumed….”
Andrew smiled and kissed him on the top of his nose. “Never assume. I did some preliminary baking this afternoon before I came here. I can afford being late tomorrow. You didn’t think I would leave you after our first scene, did you?”
Curtis blushed a little. “Not really. I was hoping you’d stay, but I would have understood if you couldn’t. Your business comes first.”
“Oh, Curtis, you’re so perfect for me. And before you wonder, I do think you are more important than my business. You’re my boy, my partner.”
They looked at each other in mutual understanding. “I enjoyed our first scene, Andrew. Very much. You’re a great Dom.”
Andrew grinned. “I know.” He winked. “And you’re a great sub. The way you yield had me losing control. The scene I had planned was a little different from what we did. But you were so delicious, I couldn’t resist.”
Curtis tipped his head back in an invitation for another kiss, which he promptly got. “I couldn’t tell. And I like that I can make you lose control.” He let his hands glide down to Andrew’s firm ass. “I also like the scent of whatever you have in the oven.”
Andrew hugged Curtis firmly. “It’s nothing special, just flaky pastry filled with feta cheese, tomatoes, some bacon, and a few drops of olive oil. I figured you’d be happy if I didn’t take forever with my preparations, what with the huge dildo up your ass and the timer app.”
“You figured right. It was getting close toward the end.”
“You did beautifully, boy. I’m proud.” Andrew kissed Curtis on the top of his head.
