Page 91 of Love Lessons

A stripe of white flashed across Landon’s pink skin and then blood rushed in to mark it with a deeper red.

Dustin touched the mark with adoration and wonder.

Landon was clutching the cushions but showed no signs of distress.

He let the belt fly two more times, aiming for different areas, then ran a soothing hand over the warmed skin.

Landon pushed back against his fingers with deep moans wrung from his chest.

Dustin struck three more times, letting the new lashes cross the old.

Landon was crying now, tears tangling in the strands of hair that fell over his face and into his open mouth.

Dustin caressed him, digging into the marks, watching Landon’s face. He knew this expression. Maybe he had been right to wait for this until he knew Landon so well. Because he didn’t need safewords and signals to know that Landon still wanted more.

He let fly five hard strikes in a row. And now Landon was pushing back into his hand, rising up after each stroke to meet him. His cries turned heavy and throaty as pain morphed into pleasure.

Dustin dug his fingers into the abused flesh, scratching and gripping. Landon bucked under him.

Then, he added two more strikes, suspecting that Landon was reaching his limit. The sounds that he made were inhuman and glorious.

Dustin dropped the belt and began stroking the heated, painful flesh. With his other hand, he reached in between Landon’s legs, fondled his balls, and then began stroking his length.

The angle was awkward and constrained, but all it took was a few swift caresses before Landon was shooting in his hand, his body trembling and his voice raw.

As soon as his pleasure had run its course, Dustin maneuvered him around until Landon was sitting on his lap, limbs tangled around him.

Landon sought his mouth greedily for kisses. Dustin couldn’t get enough of him. Of the rightness of being together like this. Of Landon trusting him with so much disobedience and openness.

He suckled and bit at that hungry mouth and licked up Landon’s tears. He could feel the sticky cum crusted onto his hand where he gripped Landon’s shoulder, but he ignored it.

He pulled back just enough to sign. You were so good for me. So perfect.

Landon beamed at him, languid and happy like he hadn’t been in a while.

Dustin kissed him again, claiming him.

He was still hard, though, still overcome by the beautiful sight of Landon taking his lashes. And all of that squirming boy still in his lap.

He tugged Landon’s head up with a strong grip in his hair and watched his eyes widen in shock and desire.

You took that so well for me. And now you get your reward. He gestured toward his zipper.

It took Landon only a moment to figure out what he meant and fall to his knees.

He was perfectly balanced, hands clasped evenly behind his back. And he looked horribly debauched, his shirt askew with his slow-filling cock sticking out.

Take off your shirt. I want to see you.

Landon opened the top couple buttons and then, impatient, wriggled the rest of it over his head and tossed it behind him. He was gorgeous.

But Dustin also couldn’t let that slide. You’re going to be cleaning all of this up tonight.

Landon glared up at him.

Try me, and you won’t get your reward either.

Landon moaned aloud, and Dustin suspected he hadn’t realized he’d done it. He still looked mutinous.