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Aled struck him once more before tossing the belt onto the bed and pulling Jamie back. Jamie was still reeling from the pain and the way it went straight to his cock, so he collapsed back into a kneeling pose as soon as Aled put him there. Aled then shifted around to sit on the edge of the bed in front of Jamie, legs spread and jeans bulging.
“Good boy,” he said, his voice rough and his demeanor strong and commanding. “Now, get my cock out and suck me off so I’ve got the stamina to play much longer.”
Jamie sent him a little half smile of knowing before reaching for the fly of his jeans. In other words, spanking him with a belt had turned Aled on so much and he was so horny that he needed to come once or else he wouldn’t have the focus for tying Jamie up and marking his body the way they both wanted.
It worked perfectly for him, as far as Jamie was concerned. With his backside smarting, he scooped Aled’s cock and balls out of his jeans and went down on Aled straight away. It was such a blessed relief to stop thinking and to just feel, whether that was the pain that sent a dull warmth through him or the edge of panic as Aled thrust up into his throat to choke him. Being a good boy for his master was his bliss.
Aled didn’t last more than a few minutes that way, and in no time, Jamie was sputtering as he tried to swallow every drop that shot from his cock. It might not have been anyone else’s version of perfect, but as Aled flopped back across the toy-strewn bed to catch his breath and Jamie pulled back to catch his as well, leaning his cheek against Aled’s inner thigh, still on his knees and aching with his own, forbidden need to come, he was about as happy as he’d ever remembered being.
SIXTEEN
University life provedto be far more challenging than Aled had thought it would be, and for more reasons than his academic coursework.
“You know, I thought you were supposed to be helping me study,” he said as he and Jamie lounged in bed astoundingly early on a Saturday morning a few weeks later, at Jamie’s flat. “This is not helping me sort out the difference between the developmental theories of B.F. Skinner, Jean Piaget, and Erik Erikson.”
Jamie sat behind him, leaning against the headboard, with his arms and legs around Aled’s body as Aled rested against him. For the last few minutes, as Aled had read over his notes from class, Jamie had been kissing his neck and shoulder, and he’d started to nibble on Aled’s neck, like a bratty little sub aching for a punishment.
They weren’t in any sort of scene, though. Far from it. Aled had his notes from class all around him and was preparing for an exam in the coming week.
“Why are you studying at eight in the morning on a Saturday?” Jamie asked, stroking his hand down Aled’s arm. “And Skinner was the father of Behaviorism, not Piaget. You have it swapped in your notes.”
Aled hissed a curse, then looked for the pen that he knew was somewhere in the folds of the blankets to make the correction. He ended up twisting until he was facing Jamie, who slid down so that Aled was stretched over top of him.
Aled couldn’t resist Jamie all spread and wanting under him.
“Well,” he said, grinning and dipping down to steal a kiss, “I’m studying now because science shows that if you study repeatedly over a longer period of time, it improves your ability to retain what you’ve studied.” He stole another kiss as Jamie smiled up at him and splayed his hands over Aled’s body. “And also because the university fundraising supper is tonight, and a certain professor of my acquaintance has roped me into volunteering to help set up.” He took another, longer kiss from Jamie’s lips.
“You know, you really shouldn’t let your professors take advantage of you that way,” Jamie said with mock seriousness that he couldn’t maintain.
Aled laughed and kissed him again, even longer that time. The fact that Jamie was able to joke about their relative positions as professor and student showed how far they’d come in the last few months. They still hadn’t come right out and told anyone they were dating, but the two of them had become far more comfortable with the situation and all its ethical variants. It helped that Jamie had sought confirmation from the university’s HR department that, because their relationship had begun prior to the school year, before they even knew they would both be at the university, it didn’t necessarily fall under the ethical umbrella of a student-teacher relationship.
Aled left Jamie’s lips to kiss his way down Jamie’s chest and stomach. “I don’t think my professor is taking advantage of me,” he said, continuing down to Jamie’s belly as he felt Jamie’s cock twitch and fill near his throat. “Quite the opposite, I’d say.”
He made it all the way to Jamie’s hip, nuzzled his groin, then sought out Jamie’s cock and drew it into his mouth. Jamie sighed with pleasure and raised his arms over his head in a gesture of surrender.
Things were so easy and so perfect between the two of them. They simply clicked, like two pieces of a puzzle that were always meant to be together. Their minds worked in similar ways, but with enough variation in thought and experience to keep things interesting. Jamie adored and was adored by Aled’s family, and since learning about the unfortunate absence of Jamie’s family from Ronny a few weeks ago, Aled felt even more responsible for making certain Jamie knew he was accepted with him and his siblings.
When Aled’s phone rang just as Jamie’s breathing turned ragged and he gripped the headboard above him, his body as tight as a bowstring, Aled knew it was one of those siblings calling him. He pulled back and knelt between Jamie’s legs, grinning down at his heightened, pleasured state and his beautiful desperate body.
“I think that’s enough of that,” he said, leaving Jamie groaning with denial as he reached over him to get his phone from the bedside table. “That’s for distracting my studying,” he scolded Jamie before answering the call from Dawn with, “Hello, love. You’re up early.”
“I’ve just realized what day it is,” Dawn said in a high, squeaking voice. Aled sat back between Jamie’s spread feet, his heart sinking. Dawn had clearly been crying.
“It’s Saturday,” Aled said, though he knew where Dawn was going, and why she’d been crying.
“It’s the day Mum took me out on that shopping trip,” she said, sniffling. “She was dead the next day.”
Aled swallowed and sent Jamie a sad, longing look. So much for having a little morning fun with his lover. He trapped his phone between his ear and his shoulder and started gathering up his study papers. “I’ll be home in fifteen minutes,” he said. “Half an hour tops.”
“Okay,” Dawn said, sniffled, then added, “I’m sorry, Aled. I know you’re with Jamie.”
“No, no, it’s alright. He understands.” Aled glanced to Jamie.
Jamie had been enjoying his painful denial of the orgasm he’d been so close to, but as soon as he realized something was up, he let go of the moment, pushed himself up to sit against his headboard again, and watched Aled with concern.
“I’ll let you go,” Aled said. “And I’ll be there soon.”
He ended the call, then gathered up the rest of his papers.
