“Feels so good. So good.”

  Poor man was starving for touch. Rene was going to slake that hunger. He flattened his palm against Gavin’s legs, spreading him a little wider. Gavin undulated, moaned softly for him.

  Smiling, he pushed in and breathed on Gavin’s balls, then across his hole.

  There was a second ring in the skin there, hidden and private, a tiny companion to the heavy ring in Gavin’s prick.

  “Damn, that’s pretty, Gavin. Just begging to be played with. Like this one.” He took the ring in Gavin’s cock and turned it inside his skin.

  Gavin moaned for him. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

  Rene pressed his face in, hooked the tip of his tongue through the guiche ring, and tugged on it as he continued to circle the Prince Albert. Gavin spread wide, hooking one knee up to open himself farther.

  He appreciated that Gavin knew what he wanted—and wasn’t afraid to ask for it, with his actions if not his words. He tugged harder, the metal hot from Gavin’s body. The scent here was strong too, pure Gavin—musky and male and absolutely heady.

  “Sir…. Oh yes. Please.” Gavin arched for him, so open, so hungry.

  Being called “sir” by Gavin was something he wanted to hear more of. It settled in his balls and made him ache.

  Letting the ring go, he licked his way down to Gavin’s hole. Gavin’s scent was even stronger here, and he moaned and licked some more.

  The sound of utter shock made him smile. How many Doms missed the intimacy and joy of rimming because they were busy being toppy? Anyone could spank a sub; Rene had learned it was moments like this that really proved one as a Dom.

  He moved back to the ring, again using his tongue to tug and twist it, loving the way it made Gavin dance for him.

  The sounds Gav made were utterly joyous, wild, pure music.

  Every moment he spent with Gavin made it harder for him to continue to go relatively slowly. He wanted to be this man’s Dom, and he wanted to start playing in earnest, give Gavin what he needed. For now, he played between the ring of metal and the ring of muscles, his tongue working overtime.

  “Please. Sir. Sir…. Burning for you.”

  “Good. Let me know if you stop.” He’d hate to build and build only to have things go cold for Gavin before he was done.

  He tugged the ring in the tip of Gavin’s cock, turning it, making the boy feel it.

  “Fuck!” Gavin arched, then panted as he settled back down on the mattress.

  Rene tried not to feel too smug, but he was loving Gavin’s reactions. Someone was into him, was right there with him.

  He licked Gavin’s balls, then blew on them. Then he took one into his mouth, playing the guiche piercing with his fingers.

  “Sir!” Gavin arched, the act desperate, hungry.

  He continued to suck gently, dancing his fingers down to tease Gavin’s hole. It was hot and tight, and he loved playing with it, stroking it. Ass play—the stretching, the vulnerability, the burn—it all turned him on.

  “I want to suck every part of you.” He wanted to make Gavin scream.

  “I want…. Please. Please, Sir. All of me.”

  “Yeah. Gonna take the rest of the day to explore you. I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you, though. You’re going to have to wait for me.” Would he make it to licking Gavin all over, or would his own need drive him into that tight heat first?

  “Yes, Sir. I’ll wait. I swear.”

  “I’m going to drive you crazy. And then I’m going to let you come until you scream.”

  “Mas—” Gavin barely caught himself.

  He was glad Gavin had managed not to say it—he wanted it to be said in more than a moment of passion. Sir was fine for now, but Master was for when they were both all in. It had to mean something.

  He wanted a contract. Something formal. Something official.

  Groaning, he let go of Gavin’s ball. He slid his tongue up the length of Gavin’s prick until he got to the ring at the tip. He used his tongue on this one too, tugging firmly.

  The contrast between skin and metal was delicious, addictive.

  “You need nipple rings too.” They would be hot and two more points to play with. He reached up and took Gavin’s nipple between his fingers. He tugged.

  Gavin moaned, those tiny nipples going tight. He left Gavin’s groin area and moved up along his torso, using both his fingers and his mouth to stimulate all the lovely skin. He was going to make Gavin feel everything.

  “Why aren’t they done, boy? Your nips.”

  “I was performing. Costumes. You know.”

  “You’re not performing anymore.” And when Gavin was his boy, he was having them done.

  “No. Not anymore.”

  He dragged his hands along Gavin’s chest. He hadn’t meant to bring up bad memories. He supposed there would always be moments when Gavin was reminded.

  “Mm…. Your touch is good. So good.”

  “And your skin feels amazing.” Rene drew circles on Gavin’s belly.

  “Yes. Yes, I like the feel of us. Together.”

  “That’s a good way of putting it.” He leaned in and licked one nipple, chuckling as Gavin arched.

  He toyed with the nipple, lapping at the tip with his tongue while biting the base of the little bit of flesh. Not hard, but enough to be noticed. Gavin rocked, moving nice and slow beneath him.

  Rene moved his hips, pressing closer, then pulling away, letting Gavin’s motions slide them together now and then. Gavin craved touch more than anyone he knew. It was hot, having that need to fill.

  He worked one nipple, then the other, watching Gavin arch and twist.

  “When you’re mine, we’ll have them pierced.”

  Gavin nodded, moaning deep in his chest.

  “Until then, I’ll just have to play with them as best I can. Make sure you still feel them tomorrow.”

  And the day after.

  It was good to have a goal or two.

  He leaned down and worked the right nipple with his teeth before tugging it with his lips. He loved how hard it was, how beautifully Gavin responded to him.

  Gavin petted his head, the touch delicate, gentle, sweet. He hummed softly around Gavin’s nipple, letting his boy know how much he enjoyed Gavin’s touches.

  “You’re lovely.”

  Wasn’t that lovely to hear?

  “Not half as lovely as you, Gavin.” He knew he had looks, but Gavin had charisma as well. Elegance.

  Gavin grunted softly, a low sound of argument.

  “No contradicting me.” He gnawed at Gavin’s right nipple some more.

  “Oh….” Gavin arched so pretty.

  “Especially when I’m right.” He gave the left the same treatment.

  He wasn’t sure Gavin knew what they were talking about. That was fine. He was growing less cognizant of it himself.

  Humming, he explored Gavin’s collarbones with his fingers, running them slowly over the luscious skin.

  Gavin whimpered softly, quivering under his touches. Rene kept building the pleasure, working every inch of skin—with his fingers, with his mouth. It was a beautiful dance, the two of them moving in tandem.

  Soon Gavin began to sing, low and deep, just random nonsense. But it belonged to them, to this moment, and that made it beautiful.

  Rene rocked against Gavin, finding the rhythm of the song and sliding their bodies together. They were burning in concert, making flames.

  Eventually he wanted in—he needed in. “Lube?”

  “Basket. Ignore the dildo.”

  “Well, now I have to examine the dildo because you’ve made me curious.” He grabbed the basket and peered into it.

  Okay, now that was lovely—one small swelling, then three increasingly larger. The last one was big as a fist.

  “You are a size queen.” Rene all but purred over that. He could just imagine Gavin using this on himself. Even better, he could imagine him using them on Gavin. He was sure it was pretty good, doing that to yourself, but it would be so much better having that stimulation directed from without.

  “I haven’t been able to take the last one.”

  That didn’t surprise him. “One that size is best attempted with a partner. Maybe someday, hmm?” Someday soon. “Or you could always try the real thing.” He made a fist and showed it to Gavin.

  “Someday. I can try both. Someday. You promised me your cock.”

  “I did. And we’re not ready for those kinds of games yet.” He grabbed the condoms and the lube and set both on the bed next to Gavin. He loved watching Gavin shift and twist as he waited for what was coming next.

  “But one day. One day we’ll be ready.”

  He loved that Gavin was on the same page as him, was already thinking in terms of if not now, then eventually. Which of course made taking it slowly harder than ever.

  That was okay. Right now he simply wanted to make love to Gavin. He was all in on that. “Focus, now. Let’s be right here.”

  Gavin met his eyes and nodded. He held that gaze a moment longer before putting lube on his fingers and pressing two against Gavin’s tight little hole. Gavin opened right up to him, spreading easily.

  He pressed his fingers deep, wriggling around inside Gavin’s body. Gavin moaned, licking his lips, his expression pure need.

  That need inflamed his own. Such responsiveness was arousing, habit-forming. And he wanted more.

  Gavin took him, rolling up, grinding on his fingers.

  “Love your eagerness.” That was going to be one of his favorite things about their relationship—he could tell already.

  “I’m hungry. So hungry.”

  “And I’m eager to feed you.” He continued to work Gavin’s ass. He wanted very much to sink his cock into Gavin’s hot little hole, but he was going to make sure Gavin was good and ready first. Even if it killed him. Maybe if it killed both of them.

  He met Gavin’s gaze, reading the hunger and need in it, knowing his own showed as readily. “Soon,” he promised. “Soon it’ll be my cock, spreading you open and filling you up.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please. Please, I ache.”

  “Patience. We’re going slowly, remember?” He was reminding both of them.

  “I remember.” Gavin moaned, obviously trying to center.

  He kept fingerfucking Gavin, making him work for it. Whenever Gavin relaxed, he sped up or slowed, and Gavin moaned.

  Finally he couldn’t wait any longer. “Need to be inside you, Gavin.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Gavin spread wide.

  He groaned, that little hole glistening with lube, beckoning him. “Beautiful, Gavin. Truly.”

  “Thank you.” No prevarication. No nonsense. Just genuine gratitude.

  He kissed the tip of Gavin’s cock before he grabbed a condom and took care of covering his own prick. He was hard enough, eager enough, that the touch of his own hand alone was incredible. Gavin’s body was going to be even more amazing around him. Tight and hot and perfect, he was sure. Gavin watched him, eyes burning as they gazed on him.

  He knelt between Gavin’s legs and lined up with that tiny hole. He had to swallow a few times before he could make words come out. “Ready, boy?”

  “Yes, Sir. More than.” Gavin nodded as if his yes weren’t enough.

  Rene pushed, sinking into Gavin’s body, and he’d been right. Gavin felt amazing around his cock, hot and tight and welcoming. He kept moving until he was all the way in, his hips snugged up against Gavin’s ass.

  Gavin moaned, ass clenching around his prick. “Sweet.”

  “Uh-huh.” Might not have been the exact word he would have used, but it worked. He stayed where he was for a couple of breaths, then slowly pulled back, stopping right before he came out completely.

  Gavin gripped him, trying to hold him in.

  “Easy, Gavin. I’m not going anywhere until we’ve both spilled our brains out through our cocks.”

  “Yes, Sir. You feel amazing.”

  A shudder of pleasure went through him, and he went back in all the way again. He tried to keep it slow, but it felt so good that it was hard to hold himself back. Still, as with the prepping, if he took his time, the payoff would be bigger.

  It was wildly difficult. He wanted to slam in and take what he needed. Over and over again.

  He nudged Gavin’s gland, then rested right there, holding in place. Gavin’s body fluttered around him, making him shudder.

  Gavin began to moan, rocking underneath him. He let the motions draw him in deeper, then pulled away before sinking into Gavin again. His pleasure noises added to Gavin’s, and the air was filled with them.

  He found Gavin’s gland again on the next plunge and then began to slam into it in erratic patterns. It was incredible being surrounded by Gavin’s heat as it squeezed and released around him.

  “Remember, now. No coming without my permission.”

  Gavin groaned but nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Sir.”

  Those words sent another shiver of pleasure through him. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of hearing them.

  He intended to draw them from Gavin regularly.

  Meeting Gavin’s gaze, he concentrated on the here and now, fucking Gavin hard and fast. Now that he was inside Gavin, there was no way he was slowing down and taking his time. He wanted to come. He wanted to make Gavin come first.

  Gavin begged and twisted, moaning and thrashing.

  He wrapped a hand around Gavin’s cock, jerking hard and fast. “You’re going to come for me, boy. You’re going to spill so fucking hard.”

  Gavin’s lips parted, his cheeks red as fire.

  “You heard me, boy. You are mine to command.”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes. Yours.” Gavin’s words were broken, the boy wild underneath him.

  He slammed into Gavin’s body, working that little gland as hard as he could. “Now, boy. Come now!”

  Heat sprayed between them, hot and wet and right. Groaning, he thrust a few more times before he came too, filling the condom with his spunk. “Good boy. Such a good boy.”

  Gavin moaned again, and he brought their mouths together, sharing that sound with his lover.

  God, this was luscious—everything about Gavin was.

  Rene kept kissing, his lips lingering on Gavin’s as he regretfully pulled out, making sure to take the condom with him.

  Gavin hummed into the kiss, so sweet, so hungry.

  He dumped the condom off the side of the bed and focused on Gavin as he dragged one hand along Gavin’s side, petting him.

  “You’re even more stunning in ecstasy.” He was seriously falling for this beautiful man.

  “Thank you, Sir. You’re beautiful.”

  He smiled. “Thank you, boy. We’re going to make beautiful music together.”

  “I think we are. Together.”

  “Yeah. That’s a good word. Together.” He grinned, then kissed Gavin slowly. “If we’re going to take this slowly, I should probably go.” He didn’t want to, but it was getting harder by the moment not to barrel along and speed things up.

  “Do you have to?”

  He rested against Gavin. “No. But I think if I stay, we’ll be way past slow. I think I’ll have to claim you as my own.”

  “Is that so bad? I mean, I know we have a lot to learn, but… I don’t want you to go.”

  “Then I won’t go, and you’ll officially be mine.” Frankly, that’s what he wanted anyway. “And then I need your safeword.”

  “My hard limit safeword is crimson. My stop and talk safeword is sunshine.” Gavin began to breathe hard.

  Was that from excitement or from anxiety?

  “What are your known hard limits?” Rene asked.

  “Anything that threatens my hands—once or twice the cuffs or bindings have been too tight. I’ve never relaxed enough to take a fist.”

  “Is that something you’d like to work toward?” It was incredibly intimate. He could see that as a great goal for them to share.

  “I’m not opposed, Sir.”

  “You’re not terribly enthusiastic about it, though.” That didn’t mean he couldn’t get Gavin there. He was a good Dom, after all. “Is there anything you’d particularly like to work toward? To put on the please-please-to-do list?”

  “I want to belong to someone,” Gavin whispered.

  Rene almost gasped. That was lovely. Absolutely. “I have a feeling we’re headed for that.”

  “I hope so, Sir. I miss being someone’s.”

  “And I’ve never had anyone to be mine.”

  Gavin tilted his head, obviously curious. “No?”

  “No. I was honest when I told you I had never had anyone of my own. Only casual play at the club and with my friends. I’ve always wanted a boy of my own. But not just anybody. He needs to be special.” He stared right at Gavin, into his eyes.

  “I used to feel special.”

  “My goal is to make you feel special again. Because you are. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  Gavin blushed dark, ducked his chin, and dropped his eyes.

  “You’re allowed to feel good about yourself, boy.”

  “I do, Sir, most of the time.”

  “I’d like that to be more of the time, you know.”

  Gavin chuckled softly. “Me too.”

  “Then it’ll be a goal.” One of many. He wanted to make Gavin fly, and to push him. It was going to be exciting.

  Gavin’s laugh was soft, tickled. “Goals are good.”

  “I think they’re a necessary part of a relationship. Something to work toward, an accomplishment we get to share.”

  “What are your goals, Sir?”

  “In general or now with you specifically?”

  Gavin snuggled right in, head on his chest. “Yes.”

  He chuckled, then kissed the top of Gavin’s head. “As I’ve said, I want a boy of my own. Someone I can grow with, someone I can make happy and fulfilled. With you specifically—we have the goal of you feeling good about yourself all the time. And I’d like to work toward you taking my fist—and loving it. My other goal is to set more goals with you. I believe it should be a lifelong thing—to set new goals.”

  “Keeps it from being boring, doesn’t it?”

  “Exactly. Frankly, I have a hunch things are never going to be boring with you.”