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"Wild. Too much cake." Phan came in and flopped down on the couch next to him. "How are you doing?"

"Better."

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"Figured. What happened?"

Tobias shrugged. "He refused to use his safe words, and I took it too far."

Phan looked at him, eyes wide. "Hurt?"

Tobias nodded, hating it. "No physical damage, but yes. I think, anyway. I don't know."

But Phan was shaking his head. "Nope. Well, maybe, but no. Looks like you're the one hurting. You thought he'd use them, help you find the line, and instead he let you coast right over it, right? And you're upset because you misread him."

Tobias shrugged, not sure what to say. He thought Phan was likely right, but he didn't at all like what that said about him.

They were quiet for a moment.

"So. You stopped. Then what?"

Tobias sat up again, pushing his shirt sleeves up. "I cleaned him up, held him. Calmed him down, and we went to the house." Mechanically, Tobias told Phan what had happened as he stared out his windows at the city. "I made sure again that he was okay, and then I talked about submission, told him he was playing games with himself and not submitting to me. I told him it wasn't good enough."

Phan nodded, merely listening as Tobias talked about sitting outside and smoking. When he started telling Phan what Noah had said about submission and what punishment he'd earned, Tobias began to straighten up without being really conscious of it, and by the time he'd told Phan about 197

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Noah taking his strokes of the crop he was standing, looking down at Phan, who lowered his eyes.

"So that's it," he finished, his mouth suddenly dry. "Phan?"

"Sir?"

"I think I've done a very foolish thing." It hit him suddenly, like a summer storm out of the west. Phan's submission didn't stir him, didn't do anything more than make him long to see Noah there. The tightening in his groin was for a larger man, a different person.

"Sir."

"Why are your eyes down? I'm not your Master, your owner, or your lover."

"No. You're his." Phan dropped to his knees and pressed his face against Tobias' thigh. "Aren't you?"

Tobias nodded slowly, his fingers tangling in Phan's hair.

"Yes. I am. I'm scared, Phan."

"I know. But it will be okay. And if it's not, we'll take care of you. I promise."

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Chapter 21

Tobias had to wonder how much time Noah had put into learning to cook since last weekend. He clearly remained uncomfortable in the kitchen. To his credit, Noah was assembling what seemed to have the potential to become a delicious stir-fry, but in the process he was making a colossal mess of the kitchen, considering it was a dish one could make in a single stove-top wok. Tobias was pleased to see that his pet had apparently been in contact with Mrs. Miller about what to shop for, but Noah had two cutting boards out and there were vegetable cuttings in the sink and on one of the counters, as well. At the moment, the poor thing was balancing on one foot and holding the refrigerator open with the other, which would have been absurd-looking except for the lovely stretch it made in the fabric of his jeans where they hugged his ass, and the way that his shirt rode up around the waist baring the small of his back.

"Ah, fuck," Noah snorted, dropping the foot that held the refrigerator open to the floor.

"Problem?" Tobias asked, trying very, very hard not to laugh. He walked a little closer and tried to find that patch of skin, now hidden again, with his hand.

Noah set his jaw, sounding frustrated as he spoke, "I have made several overtures, but the kitchen and I are not friendly yet, sir."

Skin found, Tobias used that hand to firmly attach himself to Noah and pulled a little. "Oh, that's too bad. Maybe you should be friendly with me for a while instead."

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Noah carefully put down the knife that was in his hand.

"That sounds like a much better idea, sir." He braced a hand on the edge of the counter, and Tobias felt Noah's ass thrust into his hips.

Tobias smiled and leaned forward to bite at Noah's neck.

He smelled good. He smelled a little like what he'd been chopping, but he smelled of leather, too, and soap and musk.

Tobias growled a little, suddenly hungry. It had been almost a week since he'd enjoyed Noah at all, and longer since he'd taken him. Really, that was far, far too long. He rubbed at the hot skin of Noah's belly and dropped his hand lower, groping him shamelessly. "Missed you," he said calmly, even as he hardened against Noah's ass.

"Oh, God," Noah moaned and pressed his cock into Tobias'

hand. "Missed you, too, sir."

Tobias thought that was fairly evident and he grinned, leaving a flash of teeth across Noah's shoulder. Noah turned slowly in Tobias' arms and then sank to his knees to mouth at Tobias' bulge through his pants. Moments later Noah's fingers were expertly working open his fly.

Tobias held onto the counter with one hand, the other stroking Noah's hair. He sighed as Noah's fingers finally closed around him, stroked him loosely. "More," he whispered. "Harder. Make me feel it."

Noah complied, tightening warm fingers around his shaft purposefully. He lengthened his strokes and took the head of Tobias' cock between his lips.

Tobias' hips rocked, just a little. He smiled, looking down and watching his cock slide in and out of Noah's mouth. It 200

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was a lovely picture; Noah in denim and leather, his knees spread for balance and showing off his own erection, a hard ridge pressed against his zipper. He tightened his fingers on Noah's head and thrust a little deeper, a tiny bit faster. "Don't make me come. Just ... yeah, like that. I want to fuck you."

Tobias gathered that Noah liked that idea too, as he groaned around his cock. Noah's tongue was gliding lightly along the underside of his erection but he took direction marvelously, sucking but not too hard, swallowing, but not too deep, fingers firm but not pumping so hard as to make him want to come.

Noah moaned again, and his free hand slid into his lap to press into the stiff bulk between his own thighs.

"Do it," Tobias said, his voice harsh in his own ears. He swallowed, rotated his hips a little and plunged into Noah's mouth once before backing off. "Take it out. Touch yourself for me."

Noah licked his lips and his fingers went directly to his jeans. He unbuttoned them and quickly worked the zipper down, then wiggled the waistband to around his knees, baring his hips and the roundness of his ass too. He took himself in hand and gently slid his fingers along his shaft with a soft hiss. His eyes remained low, riveted on his work.

"Feels good, sir," Noah said, adding his low, tight voice to the picture.

"Looks good." Tobias reached for his own prick, stroking in time with Noah. "Keep doing it," he ordered, using his other hand to tip Noah's head up so he could guide himself back into that warm,wet mouth.

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Noah moaned as Tobias filled his mouth again. Tobias felt Noah's hand slide around his hip and cup his ass. Noah's eyes closed, but the noises continued, wet sucking sounds, moans that betrayed his own arousal, short gasps for air.

"Oh, God," Tobias moaned before he could stop himself.

The cycling pleasure was building, his own excitement being pushed by Noah's far more quickly than he'd intended. With a groan he pulled away again and grinned down at Noah's upturned face. Eyes closed and lips swollen, he was even more attractive than usual.

"I'm not Superman, I fear," he said regretfully. "So I'll just have to ask you to present for me-ass up, please, sweetheart."

"Thank you, sir," Noah panted at him and turned around and rested one of his elbows on the tile floor, ass in the air for Tobias and his jeans still binding his knees together. His other hand stayed tight around his cock, and his leather shirt made stretching sounds as he moved, pulling tight around his shoulders and upper arms.

Tobias glanced around the kitchen and sighed. "You are a very lucky sub, you know that?"

"Oh, yes, sir, I know, sir," Noah moaned and nodded. He was more than convincing, he was sincere.

Tobias laughed, going to his knees behind Noah and rummaging in his own pocket. "And do you know why you're a lucky sub?"

Noah groaned. "To have you for a Master." Noah sounded like he almost asked rather than stated the fact. "Or maybe,"

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he panted, "because you carry lube in your pockets? Oh, God, sir. I hope so, I need you."

"Smart. You're very smart," Tobias said a little unevenly.

He got the lube open, a condom obligingly falling out of the same pocket, and slicked his fingers. "Keep talking, boy," he instructed as he slowly pushed two fingers into Noah's ass. "I like hearing you talk."

Noah gasped. "Oh, yes. Feels so good, sir. Feels..." Noah's voice trailed off for a moment and he dropped his head down and loosened his grip on his erection slightly, slowing his strokes. Tobias felt Noah bear down on his fingers. "Your fingers feel good but," Noah hissed in air through his teeth and then continued, "I long for more, sir. Want you. Want you in me, sir. Please."

Tobias really wasn't Superman, and his forty-first birthday was gone by; he forgave himself the rather unseemly rush he went through getting the condom rolled on-he could make up with time later; they had all weekend. "Brace yourself, sweetheart," he advised, starting to nudge his way into Noah's body, almost overwhelmed with the need to just do it, just to sink into the tight channel.

"Yes, yes, oh, God," Noah begged. He arched a bit harder improving Tobias' angle, making it easier on both of them. He panted with the entry, relaxing some, but considering Tobias was the first to touch him in over a year, Noah was still very tight around his cock. "Fuck, yes," Noah breathed as Tobias sank deep and their bodies pressed together. "So good, so ...

ah!" Noah's body went stiff for a moment and Tobias watched him take his hand off his cock and place it gingerly on the 203

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floor. "That was close, sir." Noah warned, amusement in his voice along with the need.

With a grin and a strained laugh of his own, Tobias rolled his hips. "Well, now. Maybe we should just rest. What do you think?"

"I think it might be your turn for a spanking, sir," Noah laughed and then moaned. "Oh, God."

"You would be so very, very wrong, pet." Tobias wiggled a little, going a bit deeper before sliding out slowly, his hands on Noah's hips. "No one gets spanked but you. Your ass is mine, to spank, to flog, to grope, to fuck." He pushed in again, just as slowly, stifling a groan. "Tight. Love your ass, boy. Mine to look at, mine to play with."

"Yes, sir, yours. Oh, fuck," Noah babbled in response. He arched and pressed back into Tobias as he slid in slowly.

"Yours in everything," he whimpered, fingers turning to fists on the cold floor. "Yours to fuck ... God, please fuck me, sir.

Master. Please." Noah rolled his hips a bit, begging with his body as well as his words, lowering his shoulders toward the floor, thrusting his ass upwards toward Tobias. "Harder, sir, please!"

"Jesus." It was about all Tobias could say for a moment, his breath whooshing out of him in a rush of need and greedy desire. His fingers tightened around Noah's hips and Tobias pulled hard, dragging Noah back onto him again and again.

"My boy," he growled, stabbing into Noah. "Is this what you wanted, how you like it? Hard and fast, your tight hole clinging to me? Are you close? When you come are you going to shoot all over my kitchen floor? Will you scream for me?"

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"Yes! Close! Like it hard, like it fast, like it any way you do it, sir, just please don't stop!" Noah grunted and Tobias could feel his hips start to shake in his fingers, feel his body tighten in waves; he could read him like a book. "So close, Master!"

Noah's volume had increased considerably along with his almost desperate gulps for air. Tobias' grip slipped slightly as Noah's body broke out in a damp sweat and he had to dig his fingers in harder to hold on.

Through sheer force of will and a naturally contrary nature-he liked to call it a sense of humor-Tobias slowed down. "Any way I like it? How about if I stopped? What if I took you upstairs to my bed and laid you down? What if I slipped into you like this, so slowly it made us both ache?

What if I kissed your face and stroked your cock and just ...

did ... this...?"

Noah whimpered pitifully. He was panting harshly, sucking in huge breaths and trying to regain control. "I would..." He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. He took a deep breath and seemed to force himself to speak coherently. "I crave your kisses, Master. I am yours to do with as you please, where you please. It is my honor to ache-ache for you." He sucked in another breath and choked out a needy sound. "Oh, God."

"What if I called you my slut, my boy, my lover? What if I told you there's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, with you?" Tobias shut his eyes tight against the truth, his hips starting to jerk out of control. "What if I ... God. Talk to me, sweetheart. I need to hear you."

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Noah shifted and took him deep. "I am those things, Master! Your slut." He sucked in air and went on, talking quickly, breathlessly. "Your boy, yours, your lover, please, please, I want that, I want this! Yes! Gonna come ... God!"

Tobias felt Noah's hips tighten, felt the squeeze of Noah's climax around his own cock, held onto him as he shouted and slicked the kitchen floor with his seed. "Master!"