“Do you like that, pet?”Arslan whispered to him, his voice rough with his own desire, even as he fought to speak softly.It took every bit of his human side to remind the lion part of his psyche that words were important when dealing with those who hadn’t been raised to understand their own nature, raised to follow their intuition like a lion.
If he let Ryland get too lost in his newfound instincts, he’d be running the risk that the boy would be afraid when he looked back over their time together and tried to understand what had happened.That wasn’t acceptable.
Lions had to look after their human pets—they didn’t let them get scared.
Several seconds passed before Ryland seemed able to process Arslan’s question.He nodded rapidly.At the same time, he pushed back against Arslan’s fingers, impatiently trying to squirm his way onto the digits.
Arslan slid one finger inside him, quick to reward an honest answer.Ryland’s breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t stop trying to push back around the finger.
He might not have taken a lion before, but he obviously had some degree of experience with human men.Arslan pushed aside a surge of jealousy and worked another finger in alongside the first.Ryland moaned his pleasure as Arslan rubbed the tips of the digits against his prostate.
Then, as Arslan watched, Ryland seemed to muster his self-control.He fell still, giving every decision, every movement over to his new master.Arslan stared down at him, mesmerised by the pure beauty of the boy’s submission.No lion who saw him could fail to realise exactly who Ryland belonged to right then.
Crooking his fingers, Arslan coaxed a purring little noise out of Ryland, but the boy didn’t move.He remained perfectly still as Arslan continued to work his fingers inside him.So good.Arslan stroked his free hand across Ryland’s back, soothing him down, praising him for digging up instincts humans always seemed to bury too deeply.
Ryland seemed to like that gentle kind of caress.He murmured his pleasure, but he still stayed very still, as if worried that even the tiniest movement might break some sort of spell surrounding them.Arslan thrust his fingers deeper inside him, encouraging him to relax, until his pleased little noises formed a constant stream of audible delight.
Ryland’s head dropped forward.“Please,” he whispered.“Please.”It was the only word he seemed to be able to remember.Then, he found another one.“Please, sir.”
The two words combined into a plea that couldn’t be refused.Taking his fingers away, Arslan quickly slicked his cock with extra lube.When he glanced up, Ryland was looking over his shoulder, desperation filling his gaze.
All thoughts of human words and traditions faded from Arslan’s mind.All he could do was let the lion side of him speak.The look in Ryland’s eyes, every line of his body, his scent, everything about him screamed his submission and his need.
Arslan offered the tip of his cock up to Ryland’s hole.As he pushed forward very slowly, Ryland gasped.Arslan ran a palm down Ryland’s back once more, before stroking around his torso to wrap his hand around his cock.
Gently squeezing Ryland’s dick, he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the head.Ryland clenched around Arslan’s cock in response.His head dropped forward as if the combined sensations were too much for him.Arslan continued to push deeper as the pleasure Ryland took from his touch slowly relaxed him.Finally, Arslan was buried inside him to the hilt.
For a long time, the only thing that moved was Arslan’s hand underneath Ryland’s body as he continued to lightly stroke his dick, slow and simple.Arslan took Ryland to the edge and held him there as he waited for Ryland’s body to not just relax around him, but to truly welcome the feel of a hard cock stretching him open, filling him completely.
Another minute passed.Ryland began to rock within Arslan’s grasp, not so much pushing himself forward into Arslan’s hand, as much as pushing himself back onto his cock, silently begging Arslan to move.
Arslan stopped teasing then.He removed his fingers from where they’d played along Ryland’s erection.Steadying Ryland with hands on either side of his body, Arslan began to rock his hips.At first, the movement was tiny, just a test of what his new pet was able to take.
Ryland gasped.His head was bowed so low, his forehead was almost touching the carpet, but it didn’t seem to be an expression of submission as much as he appeared to be completely overwhelmed by his own pleasure and barely able to support himself.
Arslan pulled back further, until only the tip of his dick remained inside him.Ryland held his breath, as if he thought Arslan might leave him entirely.He sighed his relief when Arslan pushed back into him, bringing them as close together as was humanly possible.
Again, and again, one slow, controlled thrust, then another, until Ryland’s breaths took up the same rhythm as their movements, and Arslan was half-sure the boy would hyperventilate before he had any chance of coming.
Leaning forward, Arslan let his new pet feel his master’s chest pressed close against his back and offered him another, safer, rhythm to follow.
“That’s right, pet.Follow your master.”
He wasn’t sure if Ryland consciously understood the words, but his burgeoning instincts seemed to realise what was being offered to him.His breaths fell in time with Arslan’s.
“Perfect, pet.”Arslan pressed a kiss against Ryland’s shoulder as he felt Ryland arch his back, looking for more contact, more everything.
Slow, measured thrusts could only take them so far.Arslan wasn’t sure which of them was acting like more of an inexperienced cub right then—the man who had never been touched by a lion, or the lion himself.His responses to Ryland felt so far beyond his control, it seemed impossible to believe that anything he’d done with another human had, in any way, prepared him for this particular man.
He reached under Ryland’s body and took him in hand once more.A few more quick strokes and Ryland couldn’t hold back.He bucked underneath Arslan, and it took all of his control to ride it out as Ryland clenched around him and yelled his pleasure into the room.
Ryland’s muscles seemed to give out on him as soon as he’d come.He collapsed forward on to the rug.Arslan went with him, releasing his grip on Ryland’s dick, but still keeping their bodies joined snugly together.Ryland rested his temple against one of his forearms as he struggled to catch his breath.His face was turned to the side.For the first time since he’d looked over his shoulder, Arslan could see his expression.
Such peace, such perfection.Arslan froze, still buried deep inside Ryland’s body.
“Don’t stop, sir,” Ryland whispered.“Please, don’t stop…”
Arslan rocked his hips, very slowly.
