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Christopher Eccleston gets a shock when Randy shows him that he knows a little more about kink
(Players Only. Takes place during the Citadel weekend in Maui, backdated.)
Walking past the desk, Chris is surprised to be stopped, and handed a note. "Something to do with the auction, sir," the clerk said, and Chris takes it, opening it to read in case there are any requests. His eyes widen at what the requests are. Taking the elevator - clothed - he strips off in the hall, knowing his clothes will be returned to his room. Then he walks down the rest of the way to Randy's room - and he had wondered at the booking of an extra one. Hesitantly, he steps inside.
There Randy is, sprawled across the plush arm chair in a pair of black silk lounge pants and nothing else. One leg is thrown over the arm of the chair and the other just sort of hangs. He also has one hand resting on his stomach, but the other one is dangling from the chair, a leather paddle hanging from his wrist, barely brushing the floor. His eyes slowly move to Chris and he smirks, licking his lips. "On your knees boy."
Sinking right away, Chris kneels, waiting for the next order. His head is bowed, but his eyes flick up, looking at Randy. He's always thought of him as beautiful but to see him this way. Predatory. Sexy. Chris's cock is as hard as it's ever been right now.
"Close the door and come to me and make it quick." He swings the paddle a bit, catching the handle against his palm and sitting up. "Or you'll be punished." He snickers a bit, shifting and waiting for Chris to come to him.
That's supposed to be a deterrent? Chris thinks, but he does close the door and get over there as fast as he can. Wouldn't do to piss off his Master.
He leans forward once Chris is there and lifts his chin with the paddle slowly, staring straight into his eyes. "Didn't expect this did you?" He leans in closer, lips mere inches from Chris'. "I'll tell you...those books...I finally found the parts about dominating. Things to do...punishments...and when I imagined doing them to you my cock got so hard boy...and then you presented this perfect opportunity to me.." He pulls back, smiling a bit before standing and moving past Chris, pausing only long enough to give him a good, hard spank with the paddle.
"No... no I didn't, Sir," Chris whispers. "You know you only had to ask... or tell me. But this way... it feels... right, Sir. Oh!" He wasn't planning to cry out, but that was hard. "Thank you, Sir," he says, automatically.
"Good boy." He moves into the small kitchenette, pouring a glass of wine and taking a sip before bending and holding it for Chris. "Would you like a sip of wine before I wear that gorgeous ass and pretty cock of yours out boy?"
"Please, Sir," Chris nods and takes a sip. His mind is sinking too, and he's wondering how it was so fast, but then he realizes. It's Randy. If it were anyone else, he'd still be fighting it, at least a little. But with Randy... he can let himself sink.
He takes up the glass, finishing it off before setting it down. "Now...hands and knees into the bedroom now!" He smirks before bending slightly and bringing the paddle down on Chris' ass repeatedly as if to drive him into the bedroom.
Arching his back down, hands secure on the floor and Chris is half-tempted to stay there for a little longer and get more spankings but he has to move, it's what he's been told to do, so he starts crawling, moving into the bedroom reasonably fast.
The spanks become harder as he gets Chris to moving. "You like that boy? You like to be spanked and driven by the paddle like this?" He pushes Chris towards the bed, steering him.
"Yes, Sir. I like everything you do," Chris responds. He's actually grateful for the steering, it lets him concentrate on all he's feeling. "Thank you, Sir."
Once Chris is on the bed he pushes him down a bit so that his ass is still up in the air. He leans forward to kiss the heated, abused skin softly before spreading the cheeks open with his hand, bringing the paddle down on the pucker hidden there. "How about this boy?" He smirks, spanking that little hole hard with his paddle. "Do you like having that hungry little hole of yours spanked like this?"
The change from the soft kisses to the spanking is a shock, and Chris cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Oh. Oh, yes, Sir. I love it. Love you and what you do to me."
"Mm such a good boy then...taking what I give and liking it." He laughs, pushing Chris onto his side and lightly smacking the bigger man's cock with his hand, watching it bob before doing it again, harder this time. "And now what about this? How much abuse can this cock take from your Sir?"
"Always, Sir... oh... as much as you wish to give it," Chris answers. The only reason to stop will be if it gets to a point where he has to use his safeword but he doesn't see that happening. "As much as you wish to see your boy take."
He keeps slapping as he crawls up a bit more. "Such an obedient boy I have..." He gives the cock one final slap before pushing the lounge pants off and laying against the pillows at the top of the bed. "Come here boy. I want you to suck my cock for now...and then we will see if you deserve to be rewarded." He smiles a bit.
"Very obedient, Sir," Chris nods as he watches Randy settle against the pillows. He moves forward and licks, tentatively, at the head of Randy's cock. Quick flicks of his tongue that he knows drive Randy crazy.
He moans softly, shifting his hips, trying to get more contact. "Always were a damn tease..." He mutters softly, fingers sliding over Chris' hair gently, pulling at the short strands.
Not answering, Chris lets the head of Randy's cock past his lips and sucks hard, tongue working into the slit as he sucks deeply on the flesh in his mouth.
"Oh god..." He cries out softly, hips arching off the bed. "Thats good boy...oh fuck don't stop."
He has no intention of stopping, it feels too good even if he could consider it for a moment. Chris hums a little around Randy's cock and more slips in as his lips loosen for a moment. Tastes so good...
"Harder boy...faster...I want to come down your throat." He gasps out, eyes closing as he rocks up, thrusting his hips.
Obeying the order, Chris sucks harder and takes more of Randy's cock, swallowing around it, until his throat muscles relax enough for him to deep-throat Randy.
He arches up hard, crying out softly. "Fuck...so close boy..." He bites his lip, writhing on the bed.
As he sucks, Chris brings a hand to squeeze and tug gently at Randy's balls. His tongue works over Randy's cock and he just brushes one finger over his perineum.
He explodes, pumping into Chris' mouth as he comes hard. "Oh fuck yes! Oh god!" After several moments he lay perfectly still, panting softly and smiling.
Swallowing everything, Chris lets Randy shudder through his orgasm, then slowly lets his cock slip out of his mouth. He rests his head on Randy's thigh and kisses it gently. "Thank you, Sir."
He pats Chris' head, still a bit too lazy and boneless for words. He closes his eyes again for a moment before finally shifting, pulling Chris up and slapping at his ass lazily. "Mm enjoy that boy?"
"Loved it, Sir," Chris murmurs, moving into the slaps. "Love you..."
He kisses Chris softly and smiles. "Good. Rest a bit."
Nodding, Chris curls up, resting his head on Randy's shoulder. "My Sir..."
He nods, wrapping an arm around Chris, pulling him close. "And my good boy."
"Your boy," Chris nods, still very much in space. He rests, quietly, then, eyes open but not seeing. Just feeling.
His fingers brush down Chris' back softly, drawing patterns and just moving as he rests. He presses soft, sweet kisses to Chris' skin as well every now and again, just letting the man know he is loved.
Holding Randy tightly, Chris relaxes more under the kisses and touches. He feels every bit of the love and caring his Sir... his lover... is showing him. And he smiles.
He shifts a bit so that he is turned, body flush against Chris as he pets his boy. He keeps kissing Chris, open mouthed kisses over his neck and shoulders. "Such a sweet boy..." He whispers happily, hand petting down over the abused cheeks of his ass.
"I try, Sir," Chris answers. He shivers as the kisses land on sensitive places and moans softly as Randy's hand pets his ass. "Sir... feels... good..." he whispers.
Randy pauses for a moment before lightly digging his nails over Chris' ass, making sure to catch the heated welts he'd left. "And how does this feel, hm?"
The sound of ecstasy is one Chris has never heard himself make. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect," he whimpers. "Sir."
He smiles and nods. "Good...hm I think I'll give you a small break. I'm a bit hungry now and I know your cooking skills are amazing." He smacks Chris' ass hard with his bare hand before getting up.
"Mmmm, Sir..." Chris smiles. "Thank you. Any requests or, as I know what you like, will you trust me?" He waits for the response.
"I will trust you. You know the things I like." He brushes his fingers through Chris' hair before walking into the small kitchenette and sitting on a stool next to the counter.
"May I wear an apron, to protect my delicate bits?" Chris asks with a smile.
"Of course you may. I plan on using those later." He winks and smirks at Chris.
Smirking back, Chris ties an apron on. "Wouldn't dream of doing anything that would hurt what you own, Sir."
"Exactly. I'd have to punish you severely for such a thing." He gets up, heading to the mini bar and pulling out some vodka.
"That you would, Sir," Chris checks the fridge and smiles, getting out the ingredients for one of Randy's favorite dishes. It's also quick and easy to make, which is a good thing, as standing still too long makes his ass ache a little.
He watches Chris, swatting his ass if he happens to get close enough to Randy. "Such a good boy...and a good cook. I think I've made a perfect decision."
"I hope I can live up to that, Sir," Chris answers, moaning softly at the swats. "I will do my best."
He nods then, leaning back against the counter comfortably, just watching his lover and boy.
Chopping vegetables and meat, cooking it up on the stove, making rice to go with it, he thinks that he could just do this forever, cook and have Randy here. Of course he'd like Randy tied up on the floor under other circumstances.
He gets up, moving behind Chris and kissing down his spine slowly. "Mm don't you dare stop cooking." He growls before continuing his move south.
He won't, of course, but he wonders what Randy is going to do. Still, he checks on the meat and vegetables, stirring quickly, then moaning at another kiss.
He kneels slowly, trailing the tip of his tongue down Chris' crack before pulling his cheeks apart and flicking his tongue against the man's hole quickly.
"Oh god, Sir!" Chris cries out, shaking a little. But still keeping an eye on his task. He has to. Or he knows it will stop and might not begin again.
He smirks slightly before wiggling his tongue in, thrusting it slowly and growling. He reaches up between Chris' legs, wrapping his fingers around the man's cock and stroking slowly.
Turning the heat down before allowing himself to sink into the touches, Chris moans and wriggles his hips a little. "Oh god, Sir, feels so good..."
He smiles a bit, squeezing Chris' cock and continuing to tease him.
"Drive me insane, Sir. But you know I'd only beg for more..." Chris wasn't planning to whimper but the feel of Randy's tongue flicking again brings one out anyway. "Sir..."
Randy stands slowly again, staying behind Chris and continuing to stroke his cock. "I know and that is why I am making you wait."
"That and you don't want me to burn this," Chris says, just a little sassyness peeking through, then he moans softly.
He smirks, swatting Chris' ass hard for the sass. "Course not boy."
"Wouldn't be at all good to burn things... oh..." he moans at the swat.
"Hurry up." He gives him a pointed glare before moving over and sitting at the table.
"Yes, Sir," Chris doesn't point out that cooking in and of itself takes time. Instead he bends low to get the plates, and serves the meal up.
He pulls Chris' chair close to his, patting the spot next to him. "Come sit boy. After this we will get you into a shower and get some salve on those welts."
Sitting down, Chris can't hide the wince - or the moan that's more pleasure than pain that follows. He smiles. "Whatever you wish, Sir. I am yours."
He pulls him into a kiss, smiling softly before turning to their meal.
Chris smiles too and starts to eat, looking over at Randy. He keeps... thinking.
Randy glances at Chris out of the corner of his eye, noticing his look.
"I..." Chris speaks, quietly. "I've been wondering... and this is not to do with this so much as..." he takes a breath, a sip of water and starts again. "I have been wondering if maybe... we could think about making things a little more... about us."
Now THAT had his attention. He turns slightly, looking at Randy and raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean more about us?"
Working it out again in his mind, Chris puts his hand on Randy's. "I know we've always been open and I don't mind that continuing if you want it to, but I'd like... to know I will be able to come home to you and that you'll come home to me."
His look is nothing but pure shock, eyes wide as he pushes his plate away. "You...want..." He pauses, trying to wrap his mind around this. "You want...wow...Yes."
"I want you, in a more serious way than it's been," Chris answers. "You know my... issues. You know how big this really is... but I know I want this. I want you."
He smiles, pulling Chris into a soft kiss, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around the larger man.
"I love you," Chris whispers into Randy's ear. "I want you to be more a part of our life than you are already."
He blushes, pulling back and looking up at him. "I love you too Chris. I want to be there for you...and Katie."
"Good," Chris smiles and goes back to eating. As he does, he lets himself slip back into his sub space.
He's not even sure if he can continue after that little display. He sits, staring off, suddenly not hungry at all. His eyes are distant as he thinks.
"Are you all right?" Chris asks, softly, watching Randy.
He doesn't respond, still lost in thought.
"Randy?" Chris waves his hand in front of those blue eyes. "You in there?"
He jumps slightly, turning and looking at Chris. "What?"
"You kind of drifted off," Chris explains. "Just making sure you were still with me, baby."
"I am. Sorry baby." He smiles a bit, biting his lip. "I don't think I can...continue playing tonight. I'm really sorry baby."
"It's all right," Chris answers. "We can do it another time. I'd like to be with you though..."
He nods, leaning over and kissing Chris.
Kissing back, Chris moans. "I think the shower and salve might be an idea though...."
"Those we will definitely be doing." He smiles, tilting his head to the side and chuckling.
Chris laughs. "It has actually been a very long time since I subbed..."
"Really? I hope I did a good job then." He blushes, biting his lip gently and looking up at him.
Nodding, Chris takes his hand and kisses it. "It was... wonderful. I definitely want this again with you. It was... mostly because I hadn't for so long that I put myself into the auction as a sub. But to discover this... it's even better."
He smiles, pulling Chris into a hug. "I don't think I can eat right now."
"It's okay, I'll put it in the fridge for later..." Chris does so, quickly and moves back to just hold Randy. "I love you," he says softly. They've said it before, but the words do have a deeper meaning now.
A smile lights up Randy's face and he nods. "I love you too baby. Come on. Shower for you."
"Yes, baby," Chris nods, another wince as he stands up.
He takes Chris' hand, pulling him gently to the bathroom and shutting the door, sliding a hand down his bare backside and swatting his ass playfully.
"Ow!" Chris says, but he's smiling. He loves this. Loves being with Randy.
"Oh hush that barely stung!" He snickers, turning on the shower and pushing him in.
"You have me so sensitized," Chris protests and a hiss escapes as the hot water lands on his ass.
He steps in next, pulling Chris into a deep kiss. "Oh however can I make up for it baby?"
Chuckling, Chris kisses him. "Well, you can wash me and take care of me."
He nods, kissing him back deeply. "Mm of course."
"You already do that so well, always," Chris murmurs. "It's... us."
He grabs the soap, lathering it up and slowly washing Chris' body.
"Mm, feels good," Chris stretches under the water.
He slides down, washing over his ass slowly, massaging the tender skin gently.
It doesn't hurt too much, Randy is too tender and good for it to hurt. A few soft gasps as the welts are touched are the only sounds Chris makes.
Randy kisses the skin softly, closing his eyes and smiling. "I love you Chris."
"I love you, Randy," Chris answers. "Never really thought I'd find this..." Not a second time he thinks but doesn't say aloud.
After a moment he stands again, looking at Chris. "Lets get you dried off and taken care of."
"All right," Chris kisses Randy once more and wraps his arms around him for a moment before letting him go to turn the water off.
He bends over, smiling back at Chris and winking.
"Still love that ass," Chris says, slight growl in his voice.
He raises an eyebrow, shaking his ass.
"I thought you wanted to get out of the shower?" Chris spanks his ass lightly.
He moans, arching back against Chris. "Mm yeah but so much fun can be had here..."
"It can," Chris agrees, remembering their first time. Well, technically their second time but that
doesn't matter now. "Hold onto the wall," he says. "Don't move until or unless I tell you..."
He nods, grabbing for nothing, just resting his hands there for leverage.
"That's good," Chris licks down Randy's back, tasting water and soap, and his skin.
He closes his eyes, sighing softly and biting his lip.
Chris bites down when he gets to the curve of Randy's ass, leaving what will be a slight bruise.
He gasps and moans, shivering. "Oh baby..."
"Good?" Chris asks, and bites the other cheek after licking slowly across.
"Yes...feels really good..." He mumbles, arching slightly. "Want you to fuck me..."
"Soon baby," Chris licks down the cleft, stopping at his hole, licking around the wrinkled skin very slowly.
His hips jerk slightly, crying out.
Pushing his tongue in, Chris opens Randy up slowly. His hands grip Randy's hips tightly, enough to leave marks.
He pushes back slightly, moaning loudly and digging his nails into his palms.
Fucking Randy with his tongue, Chris feels his cock harden again. Still. He's not sure it ever went down from the play earlier. He pushes his tongue in and pulls it out, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
Randy's moans just get louder until he is begging. "Please...god please need you Chris...so bad..."
Chris needs Randy just as much so he pulls his tongue out and moves up to his neck, one hand moving from Randy's hip to feel around on the shelf for the tube of lube. He actually finds it without knocking anything down.
He whimpers, turning his head slightly. "Please..." He whispers, biting his lip.
"Yes, baby," Chris whispers in his ear. "I'm going to open you up more with my fingers and slick you up and then I'm going to push as hard as I can into your sweet, hot ass." He starts by pushing two slick fingers deep inside Randy.
His eyes widen and he nods, whimpering at the thought. "Yes..."
"Yes," Chris whispers, continuing to stretch Randy. "Love to see you all spread out like this, wanting me so much..." His fingers probe deeper, finding his prostate.
"Oh god!" He yelps, rocking back hard and biting his lip. "Don't stop...fuck that felt good baby!"
"Not stopping, baby," Chris answers, doing it again, sliding another finger in carefully as well. "Like being so stretched by me, baby?"
He nods quickly, panting softly and closing his eyes.
"Mmmm," Chris bites down his neck as he takes his fingers out and slicks his cock. Then he pushes carefully inside Randy. "Love you..." he moans as he is fully seated.
"Love you..." He mumbles back, grunting and pushing back on the cock, thrusting himself down harder.
"So good," Chris murmurs in his ear, pushing in as Randy pushes back. "Love how you feel around me... so hot, baby."
He moans loudly, closing his eyes tight as he thrusts back. "God...fuck me baby please..."
Chris starts, slow at first, pulling out and pushing back in a little harder. He keeps going, staying slow for a bit, half to tease Randy, half because it does feel so good.
"You don't start moving faster I swear I won't fuck you for a week!" He whimpers out, grinding back hard and panting.
"If you insist..." Chris slams in the next time, as hard as he can. "Oh god..."
He cries out, clenching around Chris' cock and throwing his head back. "FUCK yes! Just like that..."
Leaning in, Chris bites Randy's neck as he pulls out and pushes back in hard. "Feels so hot, so tight around me..."
The bite makes Randy scream, reaching back and grabbing for Chris. "Please...oh fucking god I'm gonna come Chris..."
"Then come," Chris says, holding Randy as tightly as he can. "Let me feel you come, baby..."
He rocks back, feeling Chris thrusts against his prostate. The feeling sends him over, making him come hard.
"Gorgeous," Chris whispers in his ear, biting the lobe softly. "Mine." Then he thrusts in once more and comes deep inside Randy.
He moans, panting softly and leaning against the tile of the shower. "God baby...mm...turn it off. Wanna go put some of that salve on your ass and lay down."
"Okay," Chris says, slowly pulling out. He winces slightly as his ass lets him know that it hasn't forgotten the paddling earlier. He reaches to turn the water off and dries Randy, then himself before padding out to the bedroom and lying face down on the bed.
He follows, grabbing some of the healing cream on the way. He crawls up on the bed, pouring some into his hands and gently rubbing it into Chris' skin.
"Mmmm, that's good," Chris moans softly, more a sensual reaction than a sexual one.
He smiles, making sure to rub it in good before crawling up next to Chris and laying down. "Good baby?"
"Very good," Chris smiles and kisses Randy softly. "You have been... great tonight. More than usual I mean, not that you aren't always. But... different." He grins.
He kisses back, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up over them. "You didn't expect me to be serious about the Dom thing."
"I didn't think you had it in you," Chris says. "I also can't think of a time I've been happier to be proved wrong."
He laughs, shaking his head and biting Chris' shoulder. "Well boy I showed you."
"That you did, Sir," Chris answers, laughing too. "Of course I did get to shock you too..."
"Um yes." He nods, kissing him again. "I like it though. Just means I get to be...with you...more than before."
"Yes it does. And we can figure things out, I spend enough time in the States that if you get something ongoing again we can spend more time there with no problems. Yes I've thought of that too."
He smiles, sighing comfortably, relaxing into him. "You and Miss Katie?"
"Yes of course," Chris smiles and kisses him. "School is transferable and we can manage."
He nods, closing his eyes. "Love you Chris."
"Love you too," Chris kisses him again and turns the light off. His eyes drift closed as he pulls Randy closer to him.
Randy's arms go around Chris, holding him close and pressing his head into the crook of the man's neck, getting comfortable as he starts to drift off.
(Players Only. Takes place during the Citadel weekend in Maui, backdated.)
Walking past the desk, Chris is surprised to be stopped, and handed a note. "Something to do with the auction, sir," the clerk said, and Chris takes it, opening it to read in case there are any requests. His eyes widen at what the requests are. Taking the elevator - clothed - he strips off in the hall, knowing his clothes will be returned to his room. Then he walks down the rest of the way to Randy's room - and he had wondered at the booking of an extra one. Hesitantly, he steps inside.
There Randy is, sprawled across the plush arm chair in a pair of black silk lounge pants and nothing else. One leg is thrown over the arm of the chair and the other just sort of hangs. He also has one hand resting on his stomach, but the other one is dangling from the chair, a leather paddle hanging from his wrist, barely brushing the floor. His eyes slowly move to Chris and he smirks, licking his lips. "On your knees boy."
Sinking right away, Chris kneels, waiting for the next order. His head is bowed, but his eyes flick up, looking at Randy. He's always thought of him as beautiful but to see him this way. Predatory. Sexy. Chris's cock is as hard as it's ever been right now.
"Close the door and come to me and make it quick." He swings the paddle a bit, catching the handle against his palm and sitting up. "Or you'll be punished." He snickers a bit, shifting and waiting for Chris to come to him.
That's supposed to be a deterrent? Chris thinks, but he does close the door and get over there as fast as he can. Wouldn't do to piss off his Master.
He leans forward once Chris is there and lifts his chin with the paddle slowly, staring straight into his eyes. "Didn't expect this did you?" He leans in closer, lips mere inches from Chris'. "I'll tell you...those books...I finally found the parts about dominating. Things to do...punishments...and when I imagined doing them to you my cock got so hard boy...and then you presented this perfect opportunity to me.." He pulls back, smiling a bit before standing and moving past Chris, pausing only long enough to give him a good, hard spank with the paddle.
"No... no I didn't, Sir," Chris whispers. "You know you only had to ask... or tell me. But this way... it feels... right, Sir. Oh!" He wasn't planning to cry out, but that was hard. "Thank you, Sir," he says, automatically.
"Good boy." He moves into the small kitchenette, pouring a glass of wine and taking a sip before bending and holding it for Chris. "Would you like a sip of wine before I wear that gorgeous ass and pretty cock of yours out boy?"
"Please, Sir," Chris nods and takes a sip. His mind is sinking too, and he's wondering how it was so fast, but then he realizes. It's Randy. If it were anyone else, he'd still be fighting it, at least a little. But with Randy... he can let himself sink.
He takes up the glass, finishing it off before setting it down. "Now...hands and knees into the bedroom now!" He smirks before bending slightly and bringing the paddle down on Chris' ass repeatedly as if to drive him into the bedroom.
Arching his back down, hands secure on the floor and Chris is half-tempted to stay there for a little longer and get more spankings but he has to move, it's what he's been told to do, so he starts crawling, moving into the bedroom reasonably fast.
The spanks become harder as he gets Chris to moving. "You like that boy? You like to be spanked and driven by the paddle like this?" He pushes Chris towards the bed, steering him.
"Yes, Sir. I like everything you do," Chris responds. He's actually grateful for the steering, it lets him concentrate on all he's feeling. "Thank you, Sir."
Once Chris is on the bed he pushes him down a bit so that his ass is still up in the air. He leans forward to kiss the heated, abused skin softly before spreading the cheeks open with his hand, bringing the paddle down on the pucker hidden there. "How about this boy?" He smirks, spanking that little hole hard with his paddle. "Do you like having that hungry little hole of yours spanked like this?"
The change from the soft kisses to the spanking is a shock, and Chris cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Oh. Oh, yes, Sir. I love it. Love you and what you do to me."
"Mm such a good boy then...taking what I give and liking it." He laughs, pushing Chris onto his side and lightly smacking the bigger man's cock with his hand, watching it bob before doing it again, harder this time. "And now what about this? How much abuse can this cock take from your Sir?"
"Always, Sir... oh... as much as you wish to give it," Chris answers. The only reason to stop will be if it gets to a point where he has to use his safeword but he doesn't see that happening. "As much as you wish to see your boy take."
He keeps slapping as he crawls up a bit more. "Such an obedient boy I have..." He gives the cock one final slap before pushing the lounge pants off and laying against the pillows at the top of the bed. "Come here boy. I want you to suck my cock for now...and then we will see if you deserve to be rewarded." He smiles a bit.
"Very obedient, Sir," Chris nods as he watches Randy settle against the pillows. He moves forward and licks, tentatively, at the head of Randy's cock. Quick flicks of his tongue that he knows drive Randy crazy.
He moans softly, shifting his hips, trying to get more contact. "Always were a damn tease..." He mutters softly, fingers sliding over Chris' hair gently, pulling at the short strands.
Not answering, Chris lets the head of Randy's cock past his lips and sucks hard, tongue working into the slit as he sucks deeply on the flesh in his mouth.
"Oh god..." He cries out softly, hips arching off the bed. "Thats good boy...oh fuck don't stop."
He has no intention of stopping, it feels too good even if he could consider it for a moment. Chris hums a little around Randy's cock and more slips in as his lips loosen for a moment. Tastes so good...
"Harder boy...faster...I want to come down your throat." He gasps out, eyes closing as he rocks up, thrusting his hips.
Obeying the order, Chris sucks harder and takes more of Randy's cock, swallowing around it, until his throat muscles relax enough for him to deep-throat Randy.
He arches up hard, crying out softly. "Fuck...so close boy..." He bites his lip, writhing on the bed.
As he sucks, Chris brings a hand to squeeze and tug gently at Randy's balls. His tongue works over Randy's cock and he just brushes one finger over his perineum.
He explodes, pumping into Chris' mouth as he comes hard. "Oh fuck yes! Oh god!" After several moments he lay perfectly still, panting softly and smiling.
Swallowing everything, Chris lets Randy shudder through his orgasm, then slowly lets his cock slip out of his mouth. He rests his head on Randy's thigh and kisses it gently. "Thank you, Sir."
He pats Chris' head, still a bit too lazy and boneless for words. He closes his eyes again for a moment before finally shifting, pulling Chris up and slapping at his ass lazily. "Mm enjoy that boy?"
"Loved it, Sir," Chris murmurs, moving into the slaps. "Love you..."
He kisses Chris softly and smiles. "Good. Rest a bit."
Nodding, Chris curls up, resting his head on Randy's shoulder. "My Sir..."
He nods, wrapping an arm around Chris, pulling him close. "And my good boy."
"Your boy," Chris nods, still very much in space. He rests, quietly, then, eyes open but not seeing. Just feeling.
His fingers brush down Chris' back softly, drawing patterns and just moving as he rests. He presses soft, sweet kisses to Chris' skin as well every now and again, just letting the man know he is loved.
Holding Randy tightly, Chris relaxes more under the kisses and touches. He feels every bit of the love and caring his Sir... his lover... is showing him. And he smiles.
He shifts a bit so that he is turned, body flush against Chris as he pets his boy. He keeps kissing Chris, open mouthed kisses over his neck and shoulders. "Such a sweet boy..." He whispers happily, hand petting down over the abused cheeks of his ass.
"I try, Sir," Chris answers. He shivers as the kisses land on sensitive places and moans softly as Randy's hand pets his ass. "Sir... feels... good..." he whispers.
Randy pauses for a moment before lightly digging his nails over Chris' ass, making sure to catch the heated welts he'd left. "And how does this feel, hm?"
The sound of ecstasy is one Chris has never heard himself make. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect," he whimpers. "Sir."
He smiles and nods. "Good...hm I think I'll give you a small break. I'm a bit hungry now and I know your cooking skills are amazing." He smacks Chris' ass hard with his bare hand before getting up.
"Mmmm, Sir..." Chris smiles. "Thank you. Any requests or, as I know what you like, will you trust me?" He waits for the response.
"I will trust you. You know the things I like." He brushes his fingers through Chris' hair before walking into the small kitchenette and sitting on a stool next to the counter.
"May I wear an apron, to protect my delicate bits?" Chris asks with a smile.
"Of course you may. I plan on using those later." He winks and smirks at Chris.
Smirking back, Chris ties an apron on. "Wouldn't dream of doing anything that would hurt what you own, Sir."
"Exactly. I'd have to punish you severely for such a thing." He gets up, heading to the mini bar and pulling out some vodka.
"That you would, Sir," Chris checks the fridge and smiles, getting out the ingredients for one of Randy's favorite dishes. It's also quick and easy to make, which is a good thing, as standing still too long makes his ass ache a little.
He watches Chris, swatting his ass if he happens to get close enough to Randy. "Such a good boy...and a good cook. I think I've made a perfect decision."
"I hope I can live up to that, Sir," Chris answers, moaning softly at the swats. "I will do my best."
He nods then, leaning back against the counter comfortably, just watching his lover and boy.
Chopping vegetables and meat, cooking it up on the stove, making rice to go with it, he thinks that he could just do this forever, cook and have Randy here. Of course he'd like Randy tied up on the floor under other circumstances.
He gets up, moving behind Chris and kissing down his spine slowly. "Mm don't you dare stop cooking." He growls before continuing his move south.
He won't, of course, but he wonders what Randy is going to do. Still, he checks on the meat and vegetables, stirring quickly, then moaning at another kiss.
He kneels slowly, trailing the tip of his tongue down Chris' crack before pulling his cheeks apart and flicking his tongue against the man's hole quickly.
"Oh god, Sir!" Chris cries out, shaking a little. But still keeping an eye on his task. He has to. Or he knows it will stop and might not begin again.
He smirks slightly before wiggling his tongue in, thrusting it slowly and growling. He reaches up between Chris' legs, wrapping his fingers around the man's cock and stroking slowly.
Turning the heat down before allowing himself to sink into the touches, Chris moans and wriggles his hips a little. "Oh god, Sir, feels so good..."
He smiles a bit, squeezing Chris' cock and continuing to tease him.
"Drive me insane, Sir. But you know I'd only beg for more..." Chris wasn't planning to whimper but the feel of Randy's tongue flicking again brings one out anyway. "Sir..."
Randy stands slowly again, staying behind Chris and continuing to stroke his cock. "I know and that is why I am making you wait."
"That and you don't want me to burn this," Chris says, just a little sassyness peeking through, then he moans softly.
He smirks, swatting Chris' ass hard for the sass. "Course not boy."
"Wouldn't be at all good to burn things... oh..." he moans at the swat.
"Hurry up." He gives him a pointed glare before moving over and sitting at the table.
"Yes, Sir," Chris doesn't point out that cooking in and of itself takes time. Instead he bends low to get the plates, and serves the meal up.
He pulls Chris' chair close to his, patting the spot next to him. "Come sit boy. After this we will get you into a shower and get some salve on those welts."
Sitting down, Chris can't hide the wince - or the moan that's more pleasure than pain that follows. He smiles. "Whatever you wish, Sir. I am yours."
He pulls him into a kiss, smiling softly before turning to their meal.
Chris smiles too and starts to eat, looking over at Randy. He keeps... thinking.
Randy glances at Chris out of the corner of his eye, noticing his look.
"I..." Chris speaks, quietly. "I've been wondering... and this is not to do with this so much as..." he takes a breath, a sip of water and starts again. "I have been wondering if maybe... we could think about making things a little more... about us."
Now THAT had his attention. He turns slightly, looking at Randy and raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean more about us?"
Working it out again in his mind, Chris puts his hand on Randy's. "I know we've always been open and I don't mind that continuing if you want it to, but I'd like... to know I will be able to come home to you and that you'll come home to me."
His look is nothing but pure shock, eyes wide as he pushes his plate away. "You...want..." He pauses, trying to wrap his mind around this. "You want...wow...Yes."
"I want you, in a more serious way than it's been," Chris answers. "You know my... issues. You know how big this really is... but I know I want this. I want you."
He smiles, pulling Chris into a soft kiss, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around the larger man.
"I love you," Chris whispers into Randy's ear. "I want you to be more a part of our life than you are already."
He blushes, pulling back and looking up at him. "I love you too Chris. I want to be there for you...and Katie."
"Good," Chris smiles and goes back to eating. As he does, he lets himself slip back into his sub space.
He's not even sure if he can continue after that little display. He sits, staring off, suddenly not hungry at all. His eyes are distant as he thinks.
"Are you all right?" Chris asks, softly, watching Randy.
He doesn't respond, still lost in thought.
"Randy?" Chris waves his hand in front of those blue eyes. "You in there?"
He jumps slightly, turning and looking at Chris. "What?"
"You kind of drifted off," Chris explains. "Just making sure you were still with me, baby."
"I am. Sorry baby." He smiles a bit, biting his lip. "I don't think I can...continue playing tonight. I'm really sorry baby."
"It's all right," Chris answers. "We can do it another time. I'd like to be with you though..."
He nods, leaning over and kissing Chris.
Kissing back, Chris moans. "I think the shower and salve might be an idea though...."
"Those we will definitely be doing." He smiles, tilting his head to the side and chuckling.
Chris laughs. "It has actually been a very long time since I subbed..."
"Really? I hope I did a good job then." He blushes, biting his lip gently and looking up at him.
Nodding, Chris takes his hand and kisses it. "It was... wonderful. I definitely want this again with you. It was... mostly because I hadn't for so long that I put myself into the auction as a sub. But to discover this... it's even better."
He smiles, pulling Chris into a hug. "I don't think I can eat right now."
"It's okay, I'll put it in the fridge for later..." Chris does so, quickly and moves back to just hold Randy. "I love you," he says softly. They've said it before, but the words do have a deeper meaning now.
A smile lights up Randy's face and he nods. "I love you too baby. Come on. Shower for you."
"Yes, baby," Chris nods, another wince as he stands up.
He takes Chris' hand, pulling him gently to the bathroom and shutting the door, sliding a hand down his bare backside and swatting his ass playfully.
"Ow!" Chris says, but he's smiling. He loves this. Loves being with Randy.
"Oh hush that barely stung!" He snickers, turning on the shower and pushing him in.
"You have me so sensitized," Chris protests and a hiss escapes as the hot water lands on his ass.
He steps in next, pulling Chris into a deep kiss. "Oh however can I make up for it baby?"
Chuckling, Chris kisses him. "Well, you can wash me and take care of me."
He nods, kissing him back deeply. "Mm of course."
"You already do that so well, always," Chris murmurs. "It's... us."
He grabs the soap, lathering it up and slowly washing Chris' body.
"Mm, feels good," Chris stretches under the water.
He slides down, washing over his ass slowly, massaging the tender skin gently.
It doesn't hurt too much, Randy is too tender and good for it to hurt. A few soft gasps as the welts are touched are the only sounds Chris makes.
Randy kisses the skin softly, closing his eyes and smiling. "I love you Chris."
"I love you, Randy," Chris answers. "Never really thought I'd find this..." Not a second time he thinks but doesn't say aloud.
After a moment he stands again, looking at Chris. "Lets get you dried off and taken care of."
"All right," Chris kisses Randy once more and wraps his arms around him for a moment before letting him go to turn the water off.
He bends over, smiling back at Chris and winking.
"Still love that ass," Chris says, slight growl in his voice.
He raises an eyebrow, shaking his ass.
"I thought you wanted to get out of the shower?" Chris spanks his ass lightly.
He moans, arching back against Chris. "Mm yeah but so much fun can be had here..."
"It can," Chris agrees, remembering their first time. Well, technically their second time but that
doesn't matter now. "Hold onto the wall," he says. "Don't move until or unless I tell you..."
He nods, grabbing for nothing, just resting his hands there for leverage.
"That's good," Chris licks down Randy's back, tasting water and soap, and his skin.
He closes his eyes, sighing softly and biting his lip.
Chris bites down when he gets to the curve of Randy's ass, leaving what will be a slight bruise.
He gasps and moans, shivering. "Oh baby..."
"Good?" Chris asks, and bites the other cheek after licking slowly across.
"Yes...feels really good..." He mumbles, arching slightly. "Want you to fuck me..."
"Soon baby," Chris licks down the cleft, stopping at his hole, licking around the wrinkled skin very slowly.
His hips jerk slightly, crying out.
Pushing his tongue in, Chris opens Randy up slowly. His hands grip Randy's hips tightly, enough to leave marks.
He pushes back slightly, moaning loudly and digging his nails into his palms.
Fucking Randy with his tongue, Chris feels his cock harden again. Still. He's not sure it ever went down from the play earlier. He pushes his tongue in and pulls it out, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
Randy's moans just get louder until he is begging. "Please...god please need you Chris...so bad..."
Chris needs Randy just as much so he pulls his tongue out and moves up to his neck, one hand moving from Randy's hip to feel around on the shelf for the tube of lube. He actually finds it without knocking anything down.
He whimpers, turning his head slightly. "Please..." He whispers, biting his lip.
"Yes, baby," Chris whispers in his ear. "I'm going to open you up more with my fingers and slick you up and then I'm going to push as hard as I can into your sweet, hot ass." He starts by pushing two slick fingers deep inside Randy.
His eyes widen and he nods, whimpering at the thought. "Yes..."
"Yes," Chris whispers, continuing to stretch Randy. "Love to see you all spread out like this, wanting me so much..." His fingers probe deeper, finding his prostate.
"Oh god!" He yelps, rocking back hard and biting his lip. "Don't stop...fuck that felt good baby!"
"Not stopping, baby," Chris answers, doing it again, sliding another finger in carefully as well. "Like being so stretched by me, baby?"
He nods quickly, panting softly and closing his eyes.
"Mmmm," Chris bites down his neck as he takes his fingers out and slicks his cock. Then he pushes carefully inside Randy. "Love you..." he moans as he is fully seated.
"Love you..." He mumbles back, grunting and pushing back on the cock, thrusting himself down harder.
"So good," Chris murmurs in his ear, pushing in as Randy pushes back. "Love how you feel around me... so hot, baby."
He moans loudly, closing his eyes tight as he thrusts back. "God...fuck me baby please..."
Chris starts, slow at first, pulling out and pushing back in a little harder. He keeps going, staying slow for a bit, half to tease Randy, half because it does feel so good.
"You don't start moving faster I swear I won't fuck you for a week!" He whimpers out, grinding back hard and panting.
"If you insist..." Chris slams in the next time, as hard as he can. "Oh god..."
He cries out, clenching around Chris' cock and throwing his head back. "FUCK yes! Just like that..."
Leaning in, Chris bites Randy's neck as he pulls out and pushes back in hard. "Feels so hot, so tight around me..."
The bite makes Randy scream, reaching back and grabbing for Chris. "Please...oh fucking god I'm gonna come Chris..."
"Then come," Chris says, holding Randy as tightly as he can. "Let me feel you come, baby..."
He rocks back, feeling Chris thrusts against his prostate. The feeling sends him over, making him come hard.
"Gorgeous," Chris whispers in his ear, biting the lobe softly. "Mine." Then he thrusts in once more and comes deep inside Randy.
He moans, panting softly and leaning against the tile of the shower. "God baby...mm...turn it off. Wanna go put some of that salve on your ass and lay down."
"Okay," Chris says, slowly pulling out. He winces slightly as his ass lets him know that it hasn't forgotten the paddling earlier. He reaches to turn the water off and dries Randy, then himself before padding out to the bedroom and lying face down on the bed.
He follows, grabbing some of the healing cream on the way. He crawls up on the bed, pouring some into his hands and gently rubbing it into Chris' skin.
"Mmmm, that's good," Chris moans softly, more a sensual reaction than a sexual one.
He smiles, making sure to rub it in good before crawling up next to Chris and laying down. "Good baby?"
"Very good," Chris smiles and kisses Randy softly. "You have been... great tonight. More than usual I mean, not that you aren't always. But... different." He grins.
He kisses back, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up over them. "You didn't expect me to be serious about the Dom thing."
"I didn't think you had it in you," Chris says. "I also can't think of a time I've been happier to be proved wrong."
He laughs, shaking his head and biting Chris' shoulder. "Well boy I showed you."
"That you did, Sir," Chris answers, laughing too. "Of course I did get to shock you too..."
"Um yes." He nods, kissing him again. "I like it though. Just means I get to be...with you...more than before."
"Yes it does. And we can figure things out, I spend enough time in the States that if you get something ongoing again we can spend more time there with no problems. Yes I've thought of that too."
He smiles, sighing comfortably, relaxing into him. "You and Miss Katie?"
"Yes of course," Chris smiles and kisses him. "School is transferable and we can manage."
He nods, closing his eyes. "Love you Chris."
"Love you too," Chris kisses him again and turns the light off. His eyes drift closed as he pulls Randy closer to him.
Randy's arms go around Chris, holding him close and pressing his head into the crook of the man's neck, getting comfortable as he starts to drift off.
