He wasn’t topping, not really. He was simply using a part of his body to make his master happy and nothing could be more natural or right than that. All he had to do was concentrate on pleasing Joe, and everything would be fine.
Scott opened his eyes. He barely noticed when Joe dropped his hand away from his side a minute later. His attention was all on Joe’s face as he fought to work out what sort of movements would please Joe best.
“Perfect,” Joe whispered.
Scott’s soul sung out in ecstasy at the praise and he thrust into Joe again.
* * * * *
Joe bit back a groan. He managed to keep his head up and his attention focused on Scott’s reflection, but even that little modicum of self-control took more and more effort to maintain by the moment.
Scott had found his rhythm now. Apparently, he’d found his confidence too. His thrusts were strong and determined—and every damn one of them connected with Joe’s prostate.
Joe had already let his hand drop away from Scott’s side. Scott didn’t need that kind of help anymore. But Joe would have been more willing to cut off his hand than return it to the bed frame.
Joe wrapped his fist around his cock and roughly stroked himself in counterpoint to Scott’s well-paced thrusts. The joy pounding through his veins doubled over and over again. He hadn’t indulged in this particular side of the game for so long, hadn’t felt the need to, hadn’t found anyone he wanted to do it with.
Scott moaned, a sound crammed full of both frustration and desire. Joe lifted his gaze back to the reflection. Scott was once more staring obediently into the mirror. Such a good submissive…
His desire to serve his dom and put his own pleasure last hadn’t changed just because he was topping rather than bottoming. If anything, it seemed to have made that instinct even stronger. Joe’s certainty that he had made the right decision when he planned out their scene for that night grew stronger than ever.
He saw in Scott’s gaze that Scott hadn’t missed the fact that Joe was allowed to jack himself off while he was being topped. Joe didn’t need anyone’s permission to do that. He didn’t need to wait until someone else offered him a hand or an order. Joe was free to come whenever he wanted and by whatever means he chose.
The fact that everything they did that night was something happening for Joe’s pleasure rather than because he wanted to give Scott a special treat seemed to sink a little more deeply into Scott’s mind. His peaceful acceptance of that lit the last little firework of bliss that Joe needed to push him over the edge.
Joe yelled out as he came, his hand working his cock more and more rapidly as he spilled across the sheet beneath him. It was so easy to forget just how different it felt to be topped, when it had been so long since the depth of someone’s submission inspired his desire to feel another man’s cock inside him.
The spikes of ecstasy that strummed through Joe’s veins hit different notes, the pitch it sung at was higher, the waves and vibrations of bliss that coursed through his body were far more rapid.
Joe tried to catch hold of the melody and work out exactly how it differed from the joys of topping another man, but itdanced away from him, leaving him gasping, his grip on both his cock and his headboard white-knuckled.
Head bowed, Joe forced great gulps of air into his lungs. A full minute passed before he straightened up and could look in the mirror. Scott’s eyes were closed very tightly, his face a picture of concentration as he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
Joe licked his own lips. He had no doubt Scott had broken his skin in his effort to control himself and not to come. Even though there was no earthly way he could twist around and bring their mouths together, Joe swore he tasted Scott’s blood.
“Scott.” His voice was gruff with satisfaction; the word was damn near barked out. “Look up.”
Scott did as he was told. His eyes opened very wide, his terror of coming without permission shining brightly for anyone to see.
It was an easy fear to cure.
“Come.” Joe held Scott’s gaze as he said it.
Relief. Gratitude. Then, every single emotion was wiped away as pure rapture took their place.
Scott’s hips bucked. He thrust his cock deep into Joe’s arse several times in quick succession. He tossed his head back, screamed, and came. There was no way Scott could reach out and steady either of them. With his hands still cuffed behind his back, he was no more in control of anything than he had been on any of the times Joe topped him.
Joe was the one who kept them steady. He took everything Scott could give him without showing any reaction, and didn’t move a single inch until Scott eventually fell still.
Keeping a careful check on Scott each step of the way, Joe separated their bodies. Scott’s only contribution involved slumping back to sit on his heels in the middle of the mattress.
Joe left the bed and tidied himself up. When he turned back to the bed, Scott still hadn’t moved.
Sitting on the mattress next to him, and refusing to squirm like a man who’d just been very well screwed, Joe ruffled Scott’s hair—that made him look up.
“Hi.”
Joe smiled. “Hi yourself,” he murmured.
