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Travis curls his hands into fists, cursing himself for wanting to be a good dom. Good doms exercise good self-control. That’s what every website, every blog, every video has said.
Nathan Roarke would have fucked Carter’s mouth right here.
Travis Kenton has to think about the survivors that might walk by and be triggered. He has to think about Maison seeing his baby brother sucking a cock. He has to think about how Carter would feel afterward, when the lust faded and he was faced with the possibility that someone might have heard or saw.
They’ve never discussed public play, and even if it’s something Carter’s interested in, this sure as shit isn’t the place to practice it.
“Carter,” Travis says just as Carter’s fingers find his belt. “Sweetheart, stop.”
“But-”
“No.” Travis fists the boy’s hair, narrowing his eyes at him. “What did sir just say?”
Carter’s eyes flash with lust, but his shoulders relax and all defiance washes out of him. It’s a beautiful sight - Carter’s submissive side coming out willingly, consensually, safely. No fear in his eyes. No tension in the muscles. No shaking, anxious breaths. Just calm and trust and lust. And love, Travis can see the love, but they seem to have fallen into an unspoken agreement that they’re not going to talk about that.
“Stop, sir,” Carter says quietly. “You said to stop.”
“So, what should you be doing?”
“Stopping, sir.”
“Good. That’s what you’ll do then. Get off your knees when you’re ready. I’ll help you if you need it. Take your time.”
“And - and then what?”
“And then we’ll go to our barbeque, of course. I know you’re looking forward to it.”
Carter lowers his head, his body shaking. Travis catches movement out of the corner of his eye. Fuck. He looks over, his chest loosening with relief when he sees it’s just Jake. They share one of their wordless conversations, Jake asking if everything is okay, Travis promising it is. With a look over his shoulder and a raised eyebrow, Jake lets him know next that other people are probably going to be coming soon. Which makes sense. Dinner is almost ready, and it’s rare to find someone willing to miss Nolan’s cooking these days.
Travis nods and looks back at Carter. He skims his fingertips along the curve of the boy’s shoulder and asks, “You ready, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. Just - yeah.” Carter laughs shakily and pushes to his feet. He wavers, so Travis grabs his hips to steady him. He doesn’t let go after, his grip tightening when he sees Carter’s expression. He looks ready to cry. “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, no. Don’t be sorry.” Travis cups Carter’s cheek and tries for a gentle smile. “No reason to be sorry.”
“Are you mad?”
Travis frowns. “Why would I be mad, sweetheart?”
“I was bad.” He rubs at his glassy blue eyes and sniffles. “I let you down. I didn’t listen, and I was bad, and I-”
“Stop,” Travis says firmly. This time, Carter listens the first time. “What’s going on here? You looked calm on your knees. Even after I tugged on your hair and told you to stop.”
“I was. I thought you were going to punish me for not obeying right away. Maybe use me rough and - and spank me and tell me to be a good listener.” Carter looks away, forcing Travis’s hand to drop. “But you just… stopped. You ended it.”
Travis shakes his head. “You wanted to be punished?”
“I wanted you to - to care enough to punish me. I mean, you should have been mad. I wasn’t listening. You said the other night to always listen the first time. No hesitation, just like my old rule. But you didn’t care.”
“Did you do it on purpose? I mean, were you hoping for a punishment? Were you purposely bad just now?”
“No. No, I got ahead of myself. But once I realized I was bad, I knew you were going to punish me, and I was ready for it. And then you just… didn’t.”
“Carter-”
“It’s fine. It’s - it’s fine.” He rubs at his eyes some more. “Let’s go to the barbeque.”
“Carter-”
