Miles's grin widened. "Iamin charge," he corrected, and gave his ass a playful smack. "Now get to it, husband."
Darren knelt on the wide leather bench on the end of the bed obediently - they'd both decided it was acceptable as normal furniture, and more importantly, more comfortable than the floor - and arranged his body in obedient form, watching Miles finish toweling his shoulders and move about the room.
Even after all their time together, it was impossible not to appreciate his husband's body. Watching Miles naked - especially knowing what was to come - was a delectable treat. Miles raised his arms over his head in a slow, deliberate stretch, showing off softly defined abs under creamy skin, and his strong pecs with a light dusting of ashen chest hair. His broad shoulders and bulging tattooed biceps were a gay man's wet dream, with his formidable, well-muscled back to match. Miles turned to show it off as he moved to where he'd left the cuffs on the bed.
"I can feel you eyefucking me, husband," Miles said teasingly, glancing back over his shoulder with a smile.
"Just eye-licking you at the moment," Darren said, gaze moving over his husband's well-muscled thighs and tight ass. "Will you allow me to pamper you with honey dust, Sir?"
Miles tossed the canister of honey dust into the air and caught it again. "I thought this was supposed to be your reward?"
"Worshiping your flawless body would be the most delectable reward."
"You mean objectifying my hot body?" Miles smirked. It was incredible to see how his husband had grown confident in the bedroom, though he was a playful dom when they switched roles. Very different from the dom Darren wanted to teach him to be with their future subs. But Darren wouldn't have it any other way; it felt right, and warm, and sweet. It wouldn't give Miles the same experience as dominating a dedicated submissive - which was one of the reasons Darren wanted so badly to find the right sub for Miles - but that didn't make it a lesser experience. Just different.
It was right for them.
Miles gave a soft hum of consideration, then set the tin down again, pulling up the timer app on his phone. "Alright, then. You can have ten minutes. Since you've been so very good." He leaned back against the wall, reclining with his arms up behind his head.
Darren lost no time in making tracks to him, grabbing the feather tickler and dipping it in the sweet dust. He could do ten minutes.
Sinking to the floor, he drew it up his husband's well-defined calf along the lines of his muscle, then back down. He did the same to the other before moving on to his thighs. He would have liked to take his time with it, conscientiously applying the dust over every part of his skin. But even ten years wouldn't have been long enough to give Miles's body the worship it deserved, so he'd need to be strategic. And perhaps, if he applied himself, he could get Miles to lose track of the time.
It was satisfying to watch his husband's thick cock twitch harder as he drew the feathers up his thigh alongside it, prudently staying clear. Even soft, Miles was impressively large, and his mouth watered at the thought of having this thick cock between his lips. But he'd cultivated more than enough restraint in his life to hold off. Instead he brushed the dust over the bare skin just above the short-trimmed curls that framed Miles's cock, smiling as his husband's stomach tensed and twitched under the stimulation.
"You have a beautiful body, Sir," he teased, looking up at Miles through his eyelashes. He drew the brush up the midline of his stomach, following it with his fingers. The honey dust was even finer than he remembered, his caress gliding over Miles's skin like silk. "It's such a treat to touch you."
Miles watched his caresses with a smile. "Well, you were a very brave boy earlier. You deserve a treat."
Darren nuzzled his stomach, still staying carefully clear of his cock as he danced the brush under Miles's strong pectorals, then over them, teasing his nipples. Turning his head, he let his breath tease against his cock, now curving proudly upwards. Impeccably proportioned to his husband's well-muscled body, his thick shaft was flushed with arousal, precum alreadypearling at the tip. "Such a beautiful cock to go with such a beautiful body. May I do more than just touch you, Sir?"
"You have ten minutes," Miles agreed, inclining his head permissively.
"Yes, Sir." Darren licked a slow line up his thigh, moaning against his skin. The light sweetness of the honey dust was decadent over the taste of Miles's skin. He licked up towards his cock, then curved aside at the last moment, tracing the line of his iliac furrow and mouthing kisses up his stomach instead.
A soft grunt escaped Miles's throat at the tease. To his credit, he said nothing, watching quietly as Darren continued his ministrations.
He had to stand to really lavish attention on Miles's pecs, anointing them liberally with the feather brush and smiling as his nipples hardened even more under the stimulation. He couldn't help but set the brush aside just to fill both hands with the curves of his husband's muscles, caressing and squeezing his pecs and teasing his nipples with the palms of his hands.
Standing gave him a clearer view of the timer on Miles's phone as he picked up the brush again, and after some consideration, Darren decided to push his luck. If he stretched out his worship just long enough, perhaps Miles would let him continue. Or perhaps he'd be punished for his insolence. Perhaps, if he were lucky, both.
He took his time teasing Miles with the tickler, brushing honey dust up both arms, over his shoulders, along his collarbones, and throat. Then, setting down the brush again, he ran his hands up both of Miles's arms, caressing his biceps with a low, pleased moan. He pressed their chests together as he did, skin slidingeasily over Miles's with the dust between them, nipples brushing his own.
Being pressed so close to his husband's body, entirely focused on him, felt entirely hedonistic. Darren traced the line of his collarbone with his mouth, sucking and nuzzling up his neck. Then he leaned down to draw a wide stripe over one nipple with his tongue, groaning and starting to kiss and suckle first one, then the other.
"My strong, flawless husband," Darren groaned. He knew just how rough to be to make Miles gasp, hips canting towards him. Miles's cock brushed his stomach, but Darren prudently held himself back despite the temptation to rut against him. "Could put me in my place any time he wanted. Just throw me into bed and rail me hard with this huge cock."
"I'm glad you recognize that," Miles rumbled, hissing softly as Darren worried a nipple with his teeth. "Pet..."
"My beautiful Master," Darren breathed, grabbing the brush again.
He glanced at the timer. A minute left.
Perfect. Time to put the last part of his plan into action.
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