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“No, sir,” Jamie said.
“Kit’s right when he says I’m a natural dom. I like to be in charge of things. I like to give people what they need, even if that hurts sometimes.”
Jamie shivered under Aled’s touch. “Yes, Sir.”
Before he could stop himself, Aled smiled. Then he almost laughed at himself. He was smiling like an idiot because some guy more than ten years older than him shivered when he said something mildly threatening.
He wondered how far he could take things. That was why he’d driven all the way out to Shropshire, after all.
“I’m glad Kit introduced us,” he said, taking a half step back and undoing his jeans. “He seems to think we’ll like each other.”
“Kit is a good judge of character, Sir,” Jamie said, breaking the wall just a little.
“He’s been a good friend to me these last few years,” Aled said. He hoped he didn’t sound too heavy saying that.
He pushed his jeans and underwear down a little and brought his cock and balls out, stroking himself to semi-hardness as he watched the gentle rise and fall of Jamie’s back as he breathed. He had just enough uncertainty about what he was doing to give him pause, but it wasn’t enough for him to stop what he was doing.
“I knew I was gay even before I hit puberty,” he said, thrusting his hips forward so he could slide his cock over the cleft of Jamie’s arse to make himself fully hard. Jamie sucked in a quick breath, and his hole twitched, like it was winking at him and daring him to take what he wanted.
And God, did he want it.
“I was never interested in the girls in my year, just the boys,” he continued his random information dump as he shifted to thrust his cock against Jamie’s taint and his balls. “I liked chasing the other boys around the playground and tackling them and things. I liked being on top, but I also liked taking care of them. My teachers were forever telling my parents that I was the class helper, that I was a mentor to the smaller boys and the ones who were picked on by bullies.”
Jamie’s body tensed in anticipation. Aled didn’t know how he was holding his awkward pose so well when it was clearly a strain and he definitely wanted to get off.
He leaned in until his groin was flush against Jamie’s, then reached around to see if he could grasp both of their cocks together. It was a bit of a stretch, but he managed it to a degree.
“There wasn’t anything sordid or predatory about it,” he went on, reflecting what Jamie had said about his teenage experiences. “It wasn’t until puberty that I realized I wanted to do more than tackle and take care of the other boys. And then it was only the ones my age, and actually a little older.” He pumped his hips lightly against Jamie’s. The friction of his hand around both their dicks was just enough to make things sweet. “I’ve always liked older men who had a sense of vulnerability about them,” he said softly.
He stopped thrusting and moved his hand so he could rain light kisses across Jamie’s back and shoulders, and so he could learn Jamie’s taste. There was now all sorts of tension in Jamie’s body, and Aled could practically feel how desperate he was to come.
So was he, come to think of it.
He straightened and stepped back.
“On your knees,” he said, losing whatever inhibitions he’d had when he arrived at Hadnall Heath.
Jamie responded with surprising speed. It was like all the tension that had been building in him buckled his knees as soon as Aled stepped away, and he sagged to kneel by the side of the bed. He only paused facing the bed for a moment before hobbling around until he was looking up at Aled.
Once again, his stance in the pose that he took without being asked was better than anything any of the subs Kit had trained him with, or any of the hook-ups he’d had outside of any formal scene, ever had. Aled could just look at the erotic picture Jamie made with his knees wide, his feet together, and his cock standing straight up, wet at the tip, forever. And the look of needy expectation in Jamie’s eyes as he looked up, waiting for his next command, was dead sexy, too. The glasses somehow made it even hotter.
Aled stepped between Jamie’s spread knees, tilting his hips forward so his own, hard cock pointed straight at Jamie’s face.
Feigning nonchalance, Aled pulled his phone out of his back pocket to take a look at the time. “We’ve got about forty-five minutes before the welcome dinner,” he said, sliding his phone into his pocket again, even though it made his jeans sag down his thighs. “That should give us plenty of time for you to show me what a good boy you are.”
He got a thrill from saying that.
Judging by the fire in Jamie’s eyes, he got a thrill from hearing it. “Yes, Sir,” he said, dropping his eyes to Aled’s protruding cock.
Aled waited a moment, drawing out the expectation for both of them, then said, “Show me how deep you can swallow a cock.”
Aled could have sworn that he saw a flicker of a smile on Jamie’s lips before he opened his mouth and reached for Aled’s hips.
“Don’t use your hands,” Aled stopped him right before he would have grabbed hold. “Mouth only. Hands behind your back.”
Jamie obeyed immediately, then set to work catching the tip of Aled’s cock between his lips so he could bear down on it. Aled fleetingly considered moving around and making it difficult for Jamie to catch him, since he was starting to get a sense that Jamie might enjoy a little humiliation, but the blast of sensation that filled him as Jamie immediately took him deep nipped that thought in the bud.
Jamie was fucking amazing at sucking cock. Within seconds, Aled wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself enough to take the scene where he wanted it to go. Jamie’s mouth was a revelation as he sucked and swallowed, alternately taking Aled so deeply into his throat that he gagged, then pulling back to work magic with his tongue. Better still was the plaintive yet wicked way that Jamie looked up at him, eyes glassy with involuntary tears, especially when he had Aled so deep in his mouth that his face was almost buried in his pubic hair.
