It was controlling.
It said it all.
There would be ramifications because of what had happened, and only time would tell what they would be. What Ethan knew was that he’d accept them.
He had done the damage, and now he would do the work to heal it.
The whole time, the blowjob got rougher, and Ethan’s head was worked up and down Gene’s erection, proof that he was struggling too.
And Ethan submitted.
In that silence, he found peace and gave Gene time to find that same peace.
They might just make it. The whole time he was on his knees, he prayed that Gene would love him enough to fight for him.
He needed him.
As he choked on his erection, Gene moaned. His body was wracked with that control, and he loved it.
“I can’t go back,” he muttered. “This me is here to stay,” he warned.
Blackhawk knew that was his fault—if it could be called that. He knew that Gene was the most patient of men, and he’d broken that in him.
If this was his punishment, having a dominant lover, he was more than happy with that outcome.
He accepted it.
He reveled in it.
He owned it.
At his words, Ethan moaned and wanted to please him even more. Not only was it the olive branch, but it was the deepest craving in him.
He needed this.
He needed this guidance on the journey, and there was no one he trusted more than Gene.
As he slid his teeth up his erection, Gene broke, and that eruption was violent. That wave of cum exploded from him, choking Ethan as he was forced to swallow every drop. That heat and pent-up frustration filled his mouth and poured down his throat.
“Swallow all of me,” he ordered.
Oh, and he did.
Not a single, solitary drop escaped.
When the room stopped spinning, Gene focused on his man on his knees.
“Get naked. I need you.”
It was brusque and said with steel in his voice. There was no doubt that Gene wasn’t playing around.
So, Ethan didn’t hesitate. He only hoped his brother didn’t mind that he was about to fornicate on his couch. Because with Gene’s tone, it said one thing.
Someone was about to be punished.
Yeah, he’d apologize for putting his ass on the man’s leather furniture.
Not daring to say a word, Ethan was pulled to his feet to accomplish his task. He began peeling his wet, cold clothing off to get naked.
