“I’ll give you what you want as soon as you do the same.”
I kneaded the flesh of his ass. It wouldn’t have taken much for me to sit back on my heels, spread him wide, and stare at his hole until he squirmed. But I wouldn’t, because I neededhimto take the next step to prove he was on board with this.
“You’re evil,” he complained when I stood my ground. He dropped his shoulders to the bed and turned his face away from me as he reached back.
“Look at me, Slade.” I ran a hand down the center of his back.
He shook his head, making his hair fan out, curtaining his entire face. That wouldn’t do. I shifted to the edge of the bed, and carefully leaned over to grab a hair tie I had seen while I was grabbing the condom. I combed my fingers through his hair before, very carefully, pulling his locks back into a loose, low ponytail. My cock twitched, imagining all sorts of fun I could have with that. Eventually. But not right now.
“Let me see you, Slade.”
“You’ve already seen too much,” he protested. The words were so quiet, I wasn’t sure I had been meant to hear them, but I had. I bent down, kissing the side of Slade’s head. “You can trust me, baby. I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d made that promise to him, and it wouldn’t be the last. I’d repeat those words every single day if that’s what it took to get Slade to trust me.
“Please,” Slade begged.
I leaned in close to his ear so I could whisper, “You know what to do.”
His hands visibly shook as he reached back again, this time spreading himself wide. I poured some more lube onto my fingers and dragged it through his cleft. His hole contracted as I got close. “This is such a hungry little hole. You’re going to make me come too fast if you keep that up.” He clenched, causing another tight contraction, and I was left imagining what that squeeze would feel like around my cock.
“Just means we can get into round two that much sooner,” Slade quipped. I ran my finger around his hole, never entering him. I’d given him a set of directions and, so far, he’d only obeyed one.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I urged him. My own tone was growing impatient and needy. My balls ached with the need to release inside of him, but I couldn’t back down. I wouldn’t set the expectation in his mind that he could get away with only obeying the commands he found pleasurable. “Look at me, Slade. Let me see how much you like me toying with you this way.”
He slowly turned his head. His mouth hung open, and he gasped for breath as I pressed a finger inside of him. He offered me a crooked, sex-drunk smile, as I pushed deeper inside of him, then his eyes drifted shut.
“Keep them open,” I demanded. “Don’t try to hide your reactions from me.”
“Can’t help it,” Slade admitted. “Feels too good.”
“I’m sure it does. Are you going to hide from me anymore?” Slade shook his head. “Say it, Slade.”
My hands stilled as I waited for him to answer. Both of us knew I wasn’t only talking about him trying to turn away from me while I fucked him. He was stripped bare at this point, and it was time to start building him back up.
“I promise, Daddy.” He reached out for me, and I threaded our fingers together as I positioned myself on top of him. He’d faced his fears, now it was time for his reward.
“Just like that, baby.” I coated myself with a bit more lube. He wasn’t nearly as loose as I would have liked him to be, but this was my way of showing him that I trusted him to know what he needed as well. He might learn to defer to me about a lot of things, but that didn’t mean we weren’t equals.
Slade cried out as the broad head of my cock stretched his hole. His entire body tensed.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe through the pain, and I’ll make it good for you.”
“Already is.” Slade tugged on our still joined hands, pressing his lips to my knuckles.” I can take all of you. I need to burn. Reminds me I’m alive.”
My heart skipped a beat. From the very little I knew about Slade, I was sure he hadn’t meant to say those words out loud. An ache formed in my chest as I wondered if there’d been a time when he had wished he wasn’t alive. I hoped not, because I couldn’t imagine a world without Slade in it.
I didn’t pause as I shoved into Slade’s body. He cried out, throwing his head back, muttering incoherently, then begging me to fuck him hard. I was already giving him more than I was comfortable with by fucking him without prepping him first, I wasn’t about to rush things. Besides, I wasn’t as young as he was. He might be ready for round two relatively quickly, but I knew that once I came, I was going to need the rest of the day to recover.
Slade never let go of my hand as we settled into a slow rhythm. Every time Slade tried to thrust back, I dug my fingers into his hip, holding him until he settled. Sweat dripped from my face to Slade’s back. I rubbed the fluid into his skin, the first of many marks I would leave.
Slade’s body vibrated with need beneath me. I shoved a hand between his body and the mattress, stroking him in time with my thrusts into his ass. “Such a good boy,” I praised him. “Do you think you can hold out just a little longer?”
“Not… oh, shit… If you…” he stammered.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck to stifle my laughter. I loved the fact that I had rendered him completely incapable of coherent thought. I pounded into his ass harder—faster. My own release was so close. I jerked Slade faster, silently pleading with him to come. I had no doubt his muscles clenching around my shaft would get me the rest of the way there.
He cried out, throwing his head back as his ass strangled my orgasm out of me. Come coated my hand, slicking the way for me to keep fucking him with my fist as my body slammed against his ass. It only took a few more powerful thrusts before I screamed out, filling the condom with my seed. The aftershocks of Slade’s orgasm milked the last of my release from me. I collapsed on top of him, worn out and unable to move.
