The words rushed toward Scott’s lips before he had a chance to edit them for suitability, sense, or to see if they contained anything he actually wanted to say. “Please may I t-turn around so I can s-s-suck your cock, sir?”
Silence met his request.
Scott twisted around as best he could and peered over his shoulder. It looked as if Joe was fighting back the urge to laugh.
The fact he wasn’t mad at Scott was obviously a good thing, but still…
Scott frowned both his confusion and his disapproval. “I w-w-wasn’t joking.”
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Joe gave up trying to hold back his grin. “I know, pet. It wouldn’t be half so funny if you hadn’t been so serious.”
Scott’s frown deepened. Apparently, he was completely unaware of the inherent humour in a man asking for permission to go down on him, as if the man receiving a blowjob deserved his gratitude for putting up with his strange and perverted inclination to give head.
Joe released Scott’s wrists in favour of moving his hands to either side of Scott’s face and holding him still to be kissed. Making no allowances for Scott’s tendency to need a few minutes to catch up, Joe kissed Scott the way he loved to kiss him—likehe was laying ownership over a sub he had no intention of giving up at the end of the scene.
Scott moaned against Joe’s lips but he’d barely even pulled himself together enough to bring his tongue out to play before Joe pulled away. Scott was still frowning, but now it seemed to be all about disappointment at his pleasure being cut short.
As Joe watched, Scott ran his tongue over his bottom lip, trying to find some lingering trace of the kiss to savour.
“Permission granted.”
Scott blinked. “Permission to come?” He sounded so hopeful.
“No, permission to move so you can suck me off.”
“Oh!” Without any sign of disappointment, Scott shuffled around and knelt between Joe’s spread legs.
Joe shook his head. That wouldn’t do at all. Mentally calculating angles and viewpoints, Joe rearranged them so he lay across the bed with Scott once more kneeling between his legs. Leaning back on his elbows, Joe nodded his satisfaction. Yes. This would work perfectly.
Scott accepted their wriggling around without comment. As Joe stared down his body at Scott, it was easy to believe that it didn’t even occur to him to ask why they needed to position themselves that way.
It was Joe’s decision, and apparently, that automatically made it good enough for Scott.
With a glance up, to check that he had permission to begin his much longed for fellatio, Scott dipped his head and took the tip of Joe’s cock into his mouth. He’d come a long way since his cautious attempt to please Joe behind the bar.
Now, Scott worked with all the confidence of a submissive who knew exactly what his dom liked and was certain of his ability to give him that.
Joe pressed a button on the remote. Right on cue, another of the snippets he’d harvested from various DVDs and pay-per-view websites snapped into life.
Scott glanced to his left. If he had ever wondered about their positions, he probably assumed that Joe had just wanted them both to be able to see the screen. If he only knew…
Joe didn’t need to glance at the scene on the TV screen. He remembered it clearly. It featured two guys in a club, completely surrounded by other men. More importantly, it showed two men who only had eyes for each other. The noise and commotion around them didn’t make any difference to either guy, neither did the fact they were being filmed. Their scene was their own. No one else mattered.
Scott paused for a moment. His lips remained around Joe’s shaft and his tongue pressed firmly against the tip of his cock, but all his attention was on the screen.
Joe let Scott look his fill. It was impossible for anyone to see those actors and not realise they were together in real life. Anyone who was the least bit kinky had to see just how much the sub loved being owned by his long-term master and how proud and delighted the dom was with his boy.
Scott seemed quite fascinated. Several seconds passed before he apparently remembered that he was supposed to be giving some of his attention to something else. A blush rushed to his cheeks as he quickly dipped his head and took as much of Joe’s erection into his mouth as he could.
A full minute of exquisite pleasure surrounded Joe’s cock before Scott peeked up at him through his lashes. His eyes silently begged forgiveness for his lapse in concentration.
Joe smiled and pushed his hand through Scott’s hair in a gentle caress, letting Scott see how pleased he was with him.
If he’d been able to find a suitable clip of a guy blushing for the strangest of reasons, he’d have had to have added it to hislist of turn-ons. It was a crying shame that so few porn stars had retained the ability to blush the way Scott did.
Joe ran his fingers over Scott’s cheek, feeling the heat there and, at the same time, feeling the way his skin hollowed out as Scott sucked and created a glorious little vacuum around his cock. Put together, the effects sent a bolt of pleasure shooting through Joe’s body. Innocence and eroticism bounced off each other, making each just a little more fantastic.
