Page 29 of Expanding Command

Little one. Hardly different from the 'little bunny' they'd been calling him since Leander had introduced them at the party, and yet so very different. It would have been unbearably compelling on anyone's lips, but from Miles - adoring, protective, and warm with the weight of their past - it went straight to Tristan's core. The urge to do as Leander had done earlier, to call him Master, was heavy on Tristan's lips, but he held it in. They had plenty of time to do that properly. Instead, Tristan forced himself to find his voice. "I would still like that. I'd really like that, Miles."

Miles's arms tightened around him. "Can't promise I'll be able to deliver on everything you might have imagined me to be...."

But you already have, Tristan wanted to say, pushing his dirty fantasies firmly away. "It's alright. I'm sure we've both changed. But I'd still really like to get to know you again. Miles. I... I really want to be with you."

The admission slipped out before he could stop it, but the arousal it awoke in Miles's gaze made the embers of desire inside him flare hot and bright. Miles claimed his mouth with a low groan, pulling Tristan helplessly into the firm, well-muscled bulk of his body. His fingers raked down Tristan's back as he licked into his mouth eagerly.

"I really want that," Miles growled against his lips. He gripped his ass, nearly pulling Tristan up onto his tiptoes. His strength and forcefulness made Tristan melt into him, left him trembling, wanting to beg Miles to do whatever he desired to him. When Miles pushed him back against the kitchen island, he whimpered, wrapping one thigh over his hip instinctively to arch closer as he had so long ago, aching for more.

"God, Tristan..." Miles nipped at his bottom lip, rolling his hips against him. The hard ridge of his erection was unmistakable even through his jeans, leaving Tristan with no question of his desire. He couldn't help but whine, pleading and needy, ready to beg for Miles to rip his clothes off, pick him up, and claim all of him right there.

"Not in the kitchen," Darren murmured, soft but stern. "Come on, pet."

Miles released him, stepping back with a dazed nod. "Yes, Sir."

Tristan failed to hold in his sob, suddenly unmoored. Instantly, Leander was at his side with an arm around him, nuzzling his ear, his presence grounding. His husband smiled, eyes dark with the kind of hunger that made Tristan even harder. "Let's show them downstairs, alright, my love? I want to put some of the things we talked about this morning into play. Darren and I can take the lead for a bit. Can you do that for me?"

"Of course, Sir." Accepting his master's request was a relief, and Tristan kissed him gratefully. Then he stepped away, returning to the grounding role of host, inclining his head to their guests. "This way, please."

The door to the basement had a simple code lock on it; some guests were better off not stumbling in on it. Not that there was anything immediately and overtly sexual about the setup. Their play was more about indulgence and hedonism and role-play than any kind of complicated furniture.

At first glance, the dungeon was not a dungeon at all. A beautiful leather wingback chair sat in front of a fireplace, a matching couch, and a wide, tufted leather ottoman between them with solid legs that was very useful for both spankings and bondage. A side table held the remains of the bottle of wine they'd shared before the party the night before, as Tristan had sat at the foot of the chair and attentively filed and buffed Leander's nails.

They'd renovated extensively when they'd moved in, which had consisted of Leander adding basically everything that had caught his fancy: a well-stocked wet bar, a spa set-up including Leander's beloved jacuzzi tub behind glass, a steam room, a massage-and-meditation room, and a bathroom with a complicated shower where Tristan still wasn't quite sure what all the nozzles did. Still, nothing seemed overtly kinky until it came to the far wall of the main room. Beside the door to the bedroom sat a beautiful, floor-to-ceiling smoked glass display cabinet of sex toys and play implements, with a black upholstered sex lounger beside it that Tristan had many fond memories of.

"Mmm, this is a very nice setup. As classy and well-appointed as some of the rooms at work." Darren looked around, smiling. "I seem to recall being promised that we'd watch each other again in front of some mirrors, though?"

"They're in the bedroom." Leander grinned, pressing a kiss to Tristan's temple and sliding an arm around his waist. "Tristan spoils me terribly, letting me indulge in all these naughty things. He's such a wonderful husband," he purred, then urged him towards the bedroom door. "Shall we?"

"Yes, Sir." Tristan opened the door for them and flicked on the switch to light the small lamps on either side of the bed, warm and inviting. The ceiling was indeed mirrored, along with large panels on either side of the bed. He returned to Leander's side, still needing his grounding love. "Will you direct me tonight, Sir?" he asked softly.

Leander smiled in understanding, pulling him into a kiss. "Of course, darling, don't worry. I'll tell you exactly how to please me. We'll please our guests together. And you'll do whatever I ask, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir." The admission brought with it a rush of relief. Leander was in charge. He could let go without worry.

"Good boy," Leander purred. "Undress me, please."

Darren gave an approving hum. "Excellent idea. Do the same for me, pet."

Tristan happily pulled Leander's shirt and undershirt off over his head, running his hands down his chest as he kissed him. He pressed more kisses to his midline as he sank to his knees to undo his slacks. Normally, he'd employ more finesse, mouthing at Leander through his pants, then underwear, teasing him and urging him to full hardness as he undressed him. But tonight Leander was already beautifully hard, his gaze moving between Tristan and their guests.

Tristan stole a glance at their guests as they kissed. Miles already had Darren shirtless and his jeans undone, and he cast a dark glance and a smile at Tristan as he pulled them down his hips. Tristan quickly followed suit, rubbing his cheek against Leander's cock as it sprang free. He couldn't tear his gaze away from them, though, his mouth watering as Darren's incredible body was revealed to them.

"Thank you, darling." Leander stroked his fingers through his hair before stepping out of the pool of his clothes. "You're so good at this. I think you should undress Miles now. I'd like to watch. Can he, Darren?"

"That's a wonderful idea. They should undress each other for us." Fully naked, Darren was all length and lean muscles and everything he loved about Leander's body. Tristan let himself admire him as he stalked over to the bed, drawing back the blanket to lounge against the headboard. The large mirrors on the walls and ceiling reflected miles and miles of freckled thighs.

Leander crawled in beside him, looking very much as if he was about to devour the other man. Tristan held his tongue on encouraging it - Leander would do as he pleased - and instead stood gracefully. He kept his eyes submissively downcast as he moved to Miles and ran his hands up his chest through his soft t-shirt that clung to his muscles in all the right places.

"Is this alright, little bunny?" Miles asked softly. "If this is too much...."

Tristan barely held in his incredulous laugh. How could this be too much, considering everything he ached for Miles to do to him? Instead, he managed to nod, arching up to beg for Miles's lips. Miles rewarded him with a slow, deep kiss before pulling his shirt off. Then, he claimed his mouth again, stroking his broad hands around his bare waist, pulling him closer.

Tristan moaned, trembling against his strength. He forced himself to pull away before he got lost in the pleasure of Miles's mouth, finally drawing his shirt off over his head.

Up close, he couldn't help but admire Miles's well-muscled arms, his ink a collage of blackwork tattoos that stood in high contrast next to his fair skin. Tristan started to stroke his hands over them hungrily before he could hold back, sighing at the strength and bulk of those muscles under his hands. "These are really hot...."

"You're really hot," Miles growled, and caught his mouth again in a kiss so demanding that Tristan was left panting by the time he was released. Miles lavished kisses along his jaw as he pulled Tristan's slacks and underwear down, voice low and rough. "God, the things I want to do to you, Tristan."