“No!”
Cameron leaned over Franklin, breathing in his scent as he held him down with his chest pressed against his back.His scent wasn’t saying no.And humans’ scents didn’t lie the way their mouths did.
“Lube!Cameron!”Franklin repeated the same words again.“Cameron!Lube!”
Finally, the syllables found a way through Cameron anger.He stilled and blinked down at the back of Franklin’s head.
“There’s lube in my wallet,” Franklin rushed out.
Cameron hesitated.
“I don’t know if a lion could…but a human can’t,” Franklin said, breathlessly.“Ican’t.Not without lube…”
Cameron looked down to where his hand was still settled firmly between Franklin’s buttocks.“You said no,” he reminded him, his voice little more than a whisper as he strove to remove all hint of uncertainty from it.
For several seconds, Franklin remained perfectly still, perfectly silent, as if he seemed to sense that everything rested on his answer.“I’m not saying no to you, Cameron.I don’t want to say no.But I’m only saying yes, with lube.”
Yes, with lube.
Cameron stared down at him as the words circled inside his head.
Yes, with lube.
Very slowly, he pulled back far enough to allow Franklin to squirm out from between him and the table.Several seconds of groping around in his shredded clothes, and Franklin came back to his side.He handed Cameron a small tube of lubricant.
Some of the tension left Cameron’s muscles as his fingers wrapped around it.The fact Franklin had taken it out of the wallet before he tried to give it to him allowed him to breathe again.
A moment passed as Franklin looked from Cameron to the table and back again.He stepped carefully past Cameron, as if he thought he might attack at any moment.But he wasn’t so wary that he was unwilling to turn his back on him.
Resting his hands on the well-polished surface he’d been bent over just a moment before, Franklin spread his legs shoulder width apart and leaned forward slightly.
He was nervous.Cameron could smell the anxiety mixed in with Franklin’s desire now that he was calmer.And it all called out to Cameron so strongly, and not just to his cock, but to something deeper and more instinctive, too.
He half reached out toward Franklin, wanting to soothe and comfort him as soon he sensed his uncertainty, but at the last moment, he stopped himself short and tore the lid off the lube instead.
He wasn’t going to make a fool of himself fussing over a guy like that.Franklin wasn’t like Ryland or Marrick, or even like Kefir.He didn’t want a master the way they did.Franklin would just take it as a sign on weakness, a signal that he could take advantage and have everything his own way.
Cameron shook his head, denying that was even a possibility.Slicking his fingers, he slid them between Franklin’s buttocks and spread the slippery liquid against his hole.
This was what Cameron understood.Sex.Simple and perfect.He was good at this.He had no doubt he could control this.
Franklin remained perfectly still, half leaning over the table, for several long seconds as Cameron’s fingers teased against him.
Cameron’s other hand had a mind of its own that night.It reached for Franklin again.As his hand came to rest between Franklin’s shoulder blades, Cameron found himself as uncertain as Franklin could ever have been, and completely incapable of keeping the contact as careful as he wished he could.
He pushed Franklin down, demanding that he bend over the table properly.Franklin didn’t even try to resist.When Cameron slid two fingers into him a moment later, Franklin gasped, but he also pushed back against the digits in complete acceptance of them.
Quickly undoing his fly, Cameron spread the remainder of the lube along his dick.As his cock kissed against Franklin’s hole, Cameron took a tight grip on his hips.Pushing forward, Cameron sheathed himself inside Franklin, with one harsh thrust.Franklin tensed.His hands pushed against the tabletop, skidding against the dark surface.
Cameron stilled then, as he remembered Franklin’s request from the last time he’d had him in that position.He needed time.
Very slowly, in almost imperceptible increments, Cameron watched Franklin relax.As he remained perfectly still, he felt Franklin’s body adjust to the deep penetration.
Finally, Franklin’s hips rocked within Cameron’s grip.He pushed back against Cameron’s dick, as if giving him permission to move.
Cameron’s frown deepened.His grip tightened.
Franklin glanced back over his shoulder.His expression was nothing like Cameron had expected.The movement hadn’t been signalling permission at all.It had been born more out of desperation, as if he were begging his master to move.Yes, that was what it was like.Cameron purred at the idea.
