Scott didn’t need to fix whatever had gone wrong between them. Joe was the dom; he had to be the one to sort it out. He had to find a way to make sure Scott wanted nothing more than to belong to him for the rest of his life.
Scott lowered his head, taking Joe’s erection almost all the way to the base. As he pulled back, he caressed Joe’s cock with his tongue, right up to the tip. On any other day, after a long shift at the bar dealing with idiots, Joe knew he’d have been quite content to lean back and simply enjoy watching the way Scott knelt and damn near worshiped his cock.
It wasn’t any other day.
Action was required. Joe wasn’t sure what sort of action; but that had never stopped him throwing himself into the first idea that arrived in his head before. Now was no time to be either sensible or cautious.
“That’s enough.” Joe pulled at Scott’s hair, just to reinforce the order.
Scott glanced up at him through his lashes but, instead of lifting his head, he tried to keep it over Joe’s lap and continue to work his mouth around his shaft. Joe glared down at him. Scott had kept his hands resting neatly on Joe’s legs from the moment Joe’s erection had stiffened enough not to need support. Now, Scott’s grip on his thighs tightened, as if he actually intended to wrestle with him.
That was a bad idea. Joe knew that grappling with a man whose teeth were in such close proximity to his cock was bound to end badly. Yet, even primitive self-interest couldn’t compete with Joe’s need to take control, with his desire for Scott to know that he was in control.
He tugged harder on Scott’s hair. “Do as you’re told!”
Scott suddenly quit struggling. He brought his mouth up off Joe’s cock and rose to crouch rather than kneel before him.
His surrender was too sudden. Joe didn’t realise he’d won the battle quickly enough. He kept trying to drag Scott backward.
Scott tumbled off his feet. Springing from his chair, Joe caught hold of Scott’s arms and tried to hold him up.
Momentum conspired with gravity. They landed with a thud so loud the downstairs neighbours were bound to complain about it next time Joe saw them.
Quickly recovering from his shock, Scott rolled and twisted around, trying to get out from underneath Joe’s heavier bulk.
“Are you hurt?” Joe demanded.
“N-no, I just—”
“Then stay still.”
Scott’s brow furrowed. He parted his lips to question Joe’s authority again.
Yes, that was the problem. Joe had been far too easy going with him. There had been too many attempts at romance and not enough statements of dominance. Well, at least that was something Joe knew how to correct.
He brought his mouth down against Scott’s lips in a kiss that had nothing to do with gentleness and didn’t give a damn about nice polite little social forms.
A primal urge to stake his claim rushed to the fore. He pressed down harder against Scott, crushing his body against the floor.
Scott whimpered. Joe tensed. He almost pulled back, just a fraction; just far enough to growl a question at him, to make sure he was okay and was able to keep up.
But without any warning, any need to check in with Scott disappeared. Scott grabbed hold of Joe’s biceps and tugged at them, trying to pull him down even harder against him, as if there was some way they could get closer together without obliterating all the laws of physics, and quite a few laws of biology too.
Lube rested in Joe’s bedside cabinet. There were condoms in good supply throughout his flat. However, things like that required control and coordination. They needed a dom to be able to focus and take time and care while preparing his sub.
Joe didn’t want to be careful. He didn’t have it in him to waste another second. He caught hold of one of Scott’s wrists with one hand and pinned it to the floor alongside the base of his bed. At the same time, Joe slid his other hand between their bodies and fumbled with Scott’s fly.
Years passed before he finally managed to free Scott’s erection from both his jeans and his boxers. The fact he was still turned on was reassuring, but Joe only registered that for a fleeting second.
Finally, he was able to get what he wanted. He let out a moan, filled with both triumph and pleasure, as he wrapped his fingers around both their erections and held them tightly together.
* * * * *
Pure electrical heat shot through Scott as Joe thrust his cock against the underside of his erection. Pre-cum slicked their movements, but it did little to counteract the strength of Joe’s grip. There was nothing soft and gentle about him now.
Scott tried to arch up off the floor, but there was barely room for him to breathe, let alone move. Joe had him pinned down more effectively than any wrestler playing about on a mat ever could have—possibly because the hold he had on his cock would have been illegal in even the most liberal of gyms.
Whimpering with need, Scott gave up trying to keep pace with Joe’s kiss. He simply let Joe do whatever he pleased with every part of his body, acknowledging that Joe owned him completely. An extra jolt of endorphins shook Scott’s world. This, this was what he needed; it was what made him whole.
