There are other ways to help people. Looking at himself in his gear, finally, Miles could see power and potential instead of regret. He'd been drawn to his new cyber-security company because of their work with nonprofits, and because it allowed him to put his hard-won analytical and investigative skills to work in a way that still felt altruistic. But maybe he could find time to do more. Maybe, once he felt confident in domination like Darren was sure he could be, he could find something meaningful, like May's charity.
In the meantime, he could serve Darren. And, when they found the right partners, he could serve his submissive.
"Mmm. Looking good, pet." Darren leaned against the doorway, inspecting his efforts with open appreciation.
Smiling, Miles pulled on his shoulder holster, then laced his fingers behind his head again for inspection. "Forgive me for not being as built as he is, Master."
Darren gave a soft, incredulous laugh under his breath. "You aren't that far off, darling. Plus, you've got all those sexy tattoos." He moved to meet him, stroking a hand over his stomach and up his chest. His gaze moved hungrily alongside it, as intense as a caress. "The most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on," he murmured, and then his blue eyes flicked to Miles's. "Stay like that. Let me touch you."
"As you wish, Sir," Miles replied, and did his best to do as instructed.
It was difficult to hold the pose when Darren leaned down to press his mouth to Miles's chest hungrily, licking and sucking, teeth scraping over his collarbone. More difficult when Darren found his nipple through the thin undershirt, sucking andnipping at it through the fabric and moaning into his skin. Darren's fingers moved over his body like he was memorizing every piece - his pecs and shoulders and biceps, down his sides and over his hips.
"Thank you for keeping this for me, pet," Darren murmured as he nuzzled along the line of his shoulder holster. "I really, really love how strong you look right now. In every way." He traced the line of his shoulder with his mouth, licking along the lines of his muscles. When he reached the hard ridge of his trapezius, he sucked harder, right where his shoulder met his neck, sinking his teeth into it with a groan.
The lick of pain made his need flare even hotter. Miles's hips jerked up before he could stop himself, trying to rub against Darren's thigh. Darren made no attempts to hide his own arousal, rocking back against him. "So fucking hot, pet. I can't wait to find a sweet little sub that will worship these muscles as much as I do."
"And call me 'Daddy', Sir?" Miles tried to joke. He was beginning to realize it might be impossible to avoid the label; should he try to get used to it?
"And call you what you allow them to." Darren squeezed his pecs again, running his hands down his flanks. "Don't worry, my big, strong muscle sub. We'll find something appropriate for your sweet little sub to use when he's on his knees begging for your huge cock."
Miles was quickly beginning to regret the choice of boxers, or at least his decision to buckle the utility belt on top of them. He whimpered as Darren's fingers twisted in the fabric on his hips, pulling it tighter across his aching cock.
Darren gave a soft hum of dismay, stepping back. "My poor pet," he murmured, running his hands down the outside of Miles's thigh. "All these huge, bulging muscles, and a huge, bulging cock to match." He traced a fingertip up the length of Miles's aching cock through the thin cotton. Miles whimpered again; even with the split in the boxers, they were too constricted to give him any freedom.
"Shhh," Darren murmured, still teasing gently. "Don't worry, pet. I'll take care of you."
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∞ 16 ∞
The Man in the Magazine
Dressing up for Darren - putting on his new tactical gear over nothing but camo boxers and a tank top - had left Miles unbearably hard. Doing this not only for Darren's pleasure, but because this was the kind of dom Darren wanted him to become, was intensely erotic.
Darren's open appreciation for his body was more arousing than it had ever been before, and Miles whimpered as his husband - his Master - traced the line of his cock where it strained painfully at the front of the too-tight boxer shorts.
"Shhh," Darren murmured, still teasing gently. "Don't worry, pet. I'll take care of you. But first -"
He placed his hands on Miles's shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. For an eager moment, Miles hoped that he meant to fuck his mouth. But then Darren was shucking his own clothes and moving to straddle Miles's thigh. He took his own cock in hand, stroking the head along the bare skin at the edge of the webbed strap as his free hand kneaded Miles's other thigh.
"Sometimes I think I could get off just by grinding against your muscles," he said with a grin, gaze dark when he looked up at him. "It's so tempting, but then I remember what a whore I am for your cock." He claimed the lube from the bedside table, pressing it into one of Miles's hands. "I want you to finger me open while I use your body however I like."
The thought of it was almost enough to make Miles cream himself. He groaned into his lover's claiming kiss, Darren lickinginto his mouth, possessive and hungry. He was already starting to pull Miles's tank top out of the belt, shifting to grind his cock against it and over his abs as he plundered his mouth.
Miles let his own hands feast on the pleasure of Darren's body, groping up his thighs to clench and knead at his ass, encouraging him to grind. Then he started to work slick fingers into him as Darren had ordered, moaning at the tight heat of his body. What would it be like to have a sub in his lap like this? Realizing that they both wanted their future partners to be sexual had been unexpected, but intensely arousing. It was easy to imagine pulling a sweet, docile sub onto his lap to put on a show for Darren.
The idea was gloriously perverse. Just as it was perverse now to be fingering Darren open as his dom rutted against his abs.
Perverse, desperate, and wonderfully dirty.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn sexy I can hardly stand it," Darren panted. His arousal smeared slickly over his abs as the hard length of his cock dragged over them. Darren sucked and bit at his lips, pulling his tank top up more, clenching it in one hand as he ground his cock between his pecs. "You're every fucking wet dream I've ever had, pet, you're so goddamn incredible."
"All for you, Sir," Miles managed to gasp. It was more arousing than he ever could have imagined, hearing Darren say such things as he touched him.
Darren pushed Miles back to lie under him on the rug, then moved to stroke his cock over Miles's bicep. He thrust into the space between his arm and body a few times, ragged and desperate. It was a delectable loss of control Miles rarely saw in his husband. He worked another finger up into the tight heat ofhis ass, fucking them eagerly up to the knuckles and trying to encourage more.
Part of Miles ached for him to continue. He wanted to lie back and let Darren use his body, fuck his armpit or his mouth or his thighs or his ass. "Anything you want, Sir," he promised, words tumbling from his mouth, twisting his fingers inside him to make him cry out with pleasure. "My body is yours, use me however you want. Anything to please you, everything you want...."
