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joined his own sharp breaths. He sensed his release coming, much too soon, and let himself slip free.

Then slammed back in.

“Jesus, I love that.” Braxton clenched around him, crying out with raw pleasure as Ryan took him deep, making the bed shake with the motion. “Every time your dick stretches back into me it’s… Oh God, that. Just like that.”

Ryan leaned down to kiss Braxton’s parted lips, letting the head of his dick work him open again and again, smiling as Braxton spoke soft, incoherent words, tossing his head from side to side, his hips shifting uncontrollably. He came with a shout and Ryan pistoned into him as he finally let his own release overtake him.

Billowing out with an intensity he’d rarely felt before, his orgasm had all his muscles clenching as he came. The pleasure was heat and pressure within, drawn out until he had to slam his hand down on the mattress to avoid collapsing on top of Braxton.

He held himself tight against Braxton’s body and let out a harsh whisper in his ear. “Don’t you dare move.”

The sparkle in Braxton’s eyes showed he was trying very hard not to laugh. Which had him tensing within. Around Ryan’s oversensitive dick.

To repay him, Ryan bent down and bit his shoulder. Hard.

“Ouch!” Braxton clenched again, then groaned. “Shit, my dick feels like it wants to get hard again.”

Carefully withdrawing from Braxton’s body, Ryan looked down at him, his lips slitting into a smile that usually made subs very nervous.

And Braxton was no exception.

“W-what?” Braxton’s throat worked as he swallowed. “There’s no way I could—”

“One of the benefits of being young, pet.” Ryan didn’t have much strength yet, but he’d find enough to deal with his naughty sub. And he’d enjoy every fucking minute. “I may need time to recover. But you don’t.”

Reaching into the drawer in his night stand where he kept all his favorite toys, each one meticulously clean and ready for moments like this, Ryan pulled out a long, thick black butt plug.

Braxton’s eyes went wide.

“You can use your safeword, Braxton. Or you can be my good boy and thank your Dom for seeing to your pleasure.” Ryan tapped the tip of the buttplug against Braxton’s thigh. “Will you come for me again?”

For a moment, Ryan was sure Braxton would refuse. Or at least continue insisting that he couldn’t.

Instead, he wet his bottom lip with his tongue and nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

Curving his hand under Braxton’s jaw, Ryan gave him a long, slow kiss.

“That’s my good boy.”

Chapter 13

Humming to himself, Braxton put on another load of laundry, separating everything like his mother had taught him, then reading the instructions on the fabric softener to make sure he was using it right. Ryan had taken a nap after making Braxton come several times with his mouth and hands and a butt plug he insisted was one of the smallest ones he had.

Braxton wasn’t sure he wanted to see the others.

As much as he’d enjoyed every fucking minute of Ryan working him over, and as worn out as his body was from so many forced orgasms, nothing was as satisfying as having Ryan against him, thrusting deep into his body. Or even taking the man’s dick in his mouth and watching pleasure darken his features as he used Braxton to get him off.

Ryan’s approval and satisfaction had quickly become more important than Braxton’s own and he loved when Ryan gave him commands that helped him fulfill those urges. Being introduced to his submissive side felt like the most natural thing in the world. And exploring it with Ryan everything he could’ve ever wanted. There was a closeness between them he’d never found with anyone, a connection that strengthened the one they’d had after knowing one another for only a few hours.

He’d already known he wouldn’t be able to forget Ryan. Now? He couldn’t picture his life without him.

Pulling the dry clothes out of the dryer and putting them in the wicker basket he’d found with some folded clothes already inside, he turned to bring it to the living room where he could fold it while watching the sports highlights.

His heart skipped a few beats at the sight of Ryan, leaning against the doorway, thumbs hooked to the pocket of his jeans and a smile on his lips.

“I’d take exception to you being dressed, but I’m more interested in what it is you’re doing.” Ryan nodded at the basket. “Have you decided to explore the service side of submission or