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Travis lets himself smile then. Grin, really.
"Then stay quiet and take what sir gives you."
Quiet might not be the right word for how the boy behaves as his cock, balls, and nipples are coated in wax - there's a lot of gasping, whimpering, and moaning - but Travis accepts it. How could he complain? By the end of things, the boy's hard cock and nipples are literally coated in wax, his balls are dripping with it, his lips are red and puffy from him biting down on them to keep from shouting, and tears are trailing down his cheeks and caught in his lashes. He's so fucking debauched and beautiful, Travis barely manages to remember to blow out the candle and grab the lube before he's settling between the boy's legs.
"Color?" he pants as he makes quick work of sliding two fingers into his boy's hole.
"Green," the boy gasps. "Green, green, green."
Travis slicks his cock up and starts to push inside, grunting at the resistance. He starts to pull back, knowing he should have taken the time for better prep, but Carter cants his hips and whispers, "Take me, sir."
With a groan, Travis forces himself to stay still instead of give in. "It'll hurt, sweetheart. You're not ready."
"I like hurting for you, sir."
Oh fuck.
Travis loses all control then, his hips snapping forward in a violent thrust that leaves no room for Carter's hole to fight him. The boy turns his head and bites his own bicep, his body shaking in pain. Travis glances down just in time to see precum gush out of his boy's cock.
"Fuck," he growls, tightening his grip on Carter's hips and fucking into him again and again. "How are you so fucking perfect?"
Carter releases his bicep with a gasped breath, his skin red and indented. "Us, sir. It’s us. We’re perfect.”
Travis grins like an idiot and surges forward, loving how Carter cries out as Travis's chest rubs against his abused nipples. He captures the boy's lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing any other sounds. His hips move faster and harder as he feels himself nearing the edge.
"Come for me," he breathes against Carter's mouth. "Show sir how good his little slut is."
Carter cries loudly, his body jerking. Travis silences him with another kiss as he feels wet, hot spurts of cum coating their stomachs.
He fucks Carter through his orgasm, noticing the way he stops kissing back or really moving. He pulls back enough to see the dopey smile and half-open eyes of his clearly happy, floating boy. The sight is enough to send him into an orgasm that manages to steal his breath and make him dizzy.
Fighting to catch his breath, Travis carefully pulls out of his boy and presses a kiss to his forehead.
"So good for me, sweetheart," he murmurs. He knows Carter probably isn't even registering his words at the moment, but the boy deserves to hear them anyway. That's why he continues praising him as he frees him of his binding and gently massages the boy's arms to encourage blood flow.
When Carter mumbles something like, "S'nice," and rolls onto his side to hug a pillow and close his eyes, Travis whispers that he'll be right back. He tugs on a random pair of sweats, wipes his stomach clean with a shirt before pulling on a different one, and sneaks out of the room toward the kitchen. His boy needs a snack and a drink after the ringer Travis just put him through. Travis will draw him a nice warm bath, cuddle him close, and feed him. A perfect end to the night.
And a perfect start to something so much more.
Chapter Nine
The bathtub in Travis's ensuite is nothing compared to the one at the compound, but Carter doesn't mind it in the least. It means they have to be pressed up together nice and close, Carter basically in Travis's lap, their legs tangled in bubbly water.
With gentle hands, Travis brushes away any remaining flecks of wax that didn't come off when he peeled it all earlier while Carter snoozed. He smiles as he watches the evidence of possibly the best sex of his life disappearing - not because he's happy to see it go, but because for the first time, he knows for a fact it's not the last.
"You feeling alright, sweetheart?"
"Sooo good," Carter promises, hearing a slur to his voice he can't seem to fix. He doesn't mind. He's too sleepy and happy to give a single shit about anything at the moment. Still, he has to be polite, so he asks, "You alright?"
Travis chuckles. "Yeah, sweetheart. I'm alright. More than alright. I'm - there's no word."
"Happy?"
"That's a start."
Carter grins. It feels a little sloppy on his face. He tries to reach up and touch it, maybe fix it, but ends up all tangled in Travis's arms somehow. He giggles and sighs, relaxing back against the man and deciding it's no use to try. He's just going to have to accept a weird goofy grin. There are worse things, he supposes.
For instance, when Travis forces them to get out of the bath way too soon because he claims Carter needs rest. It's the worst thing ever. Carter whines and shakes his head and mumbles about sleeping in the nice warm bath, but Travis points out that the bath has gotten cold, and Carter realizes he’s right, which takes the wind right out of his argument. He still pouts. And he drags his feet until Travis chuckles and picks him up, tossing him over his shoulder and nibbling on his bare, wet hip. Carter yelps and giggles, dizzy with happiness and exhaustion.
