That earned him a heated grin. Saul arched under him and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. Troy stretched out tall against Saul, rubbing them together. It made him think maybe he could dance with his Sir.
Saul grabbed a rubber from wherever the lube had come from and reached down between them, parting them just enough to roll it on. “So ready for you, boy.”
“Going to give you a good ride, Sir. Best one of your life.”
“Fuck, I believe that.” His Master took hold of his hips and guided him back until the head of Saul’s hungry prick pressed tight against him.
“Yes.” Troy hissed as he sank down, filling himself up. Damn, this was… His eyes flew open as Saul took him in.
Saul groaned as their bodies came together again. He knew that long, low, heated sound was for all him. “God. You feel so good.”
“Yes.” He rocked, not bouncing yet, just moving in a slow, torturous roll.
Saul watched him, blue eyes intense and honest. His Master didn’t try to rush him at all, just held on and let him move. He groaned, loving the way Saul stretched him and made him dizzy.
Sir gripped him hard and held him steady where they had some room to move and started gently thrusting, pulling out until Troy felt the head start to stretch him and then pressing back in again. The burn was so sweet and the long, slow strokes were driving them both a little mad.
He didn’t fight the thrusts. No. He gave himself over to the steady, building pleasure.
“I can’t get enough of you.” Saul let him go and took another kiss. The contact was more than need this time, it was something more urgent and full of questions.
All of the sudden Troy couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus on anything but Saul. “Master.”
He wasn’t sure if he spoke out loud or just thought the honorific.
“Mine.” He could feel his Master’s growl and the groan that followed rumble in his own chest.
“Yours.” God yes. Please. With all the faults and scars.
Saul caught his eyes again. “Move, boy. I need you.”
His head bobbed with his agreement. Move. Yes. Troy sat up tall and began to ride, counting on his thighs to keep him going and his core to keep him balanced.
“Yeah.” Saul slid a hand over his abs, fingers tracing the line up the center of his chest to his collarbone. “Fuck, yeah.”
It was the most natural thing in the world, to reach up and put his hands behind his head, interlocking his fingers, offering his Master everything as he rode.
“So beautiful.” Sir slid fingers up his neck and pushed one into his mouth. “Such a good boy.”
His eyelids drooped as he began to suck, and he swore Saul’s cock swelled inside him as he tightened.
“Best… of my life.” Saul kept watching him, twisting the finger in his mouth for a while. When it did slip away, that hand dropped right down to his cock, tucking under his sac to tug on his piercings. “Fascinating.”
“Oh fuck. Make me feel so good.” He flew—that touch was perfect, hard and sure and perfect.
“So good.” Saul’s free hand groped along his thigh, hot fingers sliding over his skin, and his Master’s hips rolled slightly to meet him on each downward stroke.
He began to bounce, riding good and hard, Saul dragging inside him in the best possible way. Saul grunted and moved a hand to his cock, closing it tight around his shaft and working him like his Master knew just how good it felt. Handy, because he was just about as far gone as he wanted to be.
He glanced down at Saul, admiring the way his Master’s pale skin reflected the angular light from their small lantern. It was damp despite the chilly air, and the shadows made the ridges in Saul’s chest and abs seem even deeper and more pronounced.
Troy whimpered, reaching out to stroke the toned muscles. “Jesus. Beautiful.” He bore down, gripping at that fine cock, milking it.
Saul gasped and arched, hands flying to his hips and holding on tight. “Fuck, boy. See what you do to me? Gonna come so fucking hard for you. You, boy. You make me feel this way.” His Master’s voice was rough and tight, the words meant for him alone.
Fuck, he’d never felt so alive, so powerful, so necessary. “Yours.”
Saul planted one foot flat, lifting him, and thrust frantically a handful of times. “Mine. Fuck. Yes!”
He felt that hungry cock jerk and pulse inside him and watched the expression on Saul’s face go from desperate need to blissful relief, so fucking far gone.
Troy let himself soak in Saul’s orgasm, let the joy of it fill him up before his own need reminded him that he was in serious danger of blue balls.
Saul looked at him wordlessly, fingers tightening as they started to stroke again. Troy swallowed hard and began to rock, his balls aching and heavy with the need to shoot.
Saul moaned and moved inside him, still breathless. “That’s it boy. Take what you need. All of it. My gorgeous boy. Let this be enough.” His Master worked him skillfully, stroking and nudging his ring. “Let me be all you need.”
He blinked hard, trying to focus, but he couldn’t. All he could do was hear his Master and obey the way he needed to. He shot so hard that he went boneless, leaning against Saul’s chest.
Saul kissed his scalp and held him, arms strong and warm as his skin started to remember the night air. His Master must have gotten a little chilly too, because it wasn’t long before they were back under the sleeping bag.
Troy snuggled in, his body melting, his exhaustion catching up to him, taking him over. “Master.”
The word meant a lot of things—thank you, tired, good night, so happy.
Even, I love you.
“My boy.” His Master hummed for him, the low, smooth sound as soothing as it was affirming. “Sleep well.”
17
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit. What an amazing night. Beyond amazing.
It was fucking epic.
Troy was right, it really was the best ride he’d ever had. But that…
That was more than sex. What he and Troy shared, what they created together was something he’d never experienced with anyone. Troy’s complete submission made him better. It made him strong and confident, it forced him to focus, to stay in the moment. To be what Troy needed him to be.
Troy’s submission made him a better Dom.
And yeah, the sex was pretty fucking mind-blowing.
Troy slept in Saul’s arms all night. His lover was still sleeping hard as the sun came up. It had taken Saul a while to fall asleep, but his mind woke him just before dawn anyway, and this morning, for some reason he just felt different. He couldn’t figure out exactly how but all he’d been doing since he woke up was thinking about Troy. About everything he’d seen, everything he’d figured out about his boy last night.
He shifted so he could watch Troy sleep, so beautiful and trusting, and he knew he wanted to find a way to make the full-time arrangement work. He felt like he had to, he was convinced that Troy needed it, and he knew deep down that he did too. He didn’t have reasons, just intuition, but he knew.
Troy stretched against him, this slow, undulating arch that rubbed them together. There was a peaceful smile on his boy’s face, eyes moving under the lids. Oh. Dreaming.