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Adam let his head fall back, focused on nothing but his fingers, that sweet, steady pressure. Matt stayed right there, letting all but one finger drop out of his mouth, tongue, teeth, and lips all working together.

Deep moans began to escape him. One finger after the other was slowly, carefully explored. By the time Matt got to his thumb, Adam was aching, needing. The heat in Matt’s eyes was nearly as arousing as the things he was doing with his mouth. Adam wanted to go to his knees and worship every inch of his Master.

“Come for me, lovely.” Matt kissed the center of his palm.

His cock jerked, his balls emptying at the words, his orgasm crashing over him. Matt moaned, kissed his palm again.

“Master.” He knew he was gaping, lips open like a fish, but he was stunned.

Matt smiled and tugged him in close, pressing their mouths together. He opened, offering Matt everything he was, everything he had. Cradling his head, Matt kissed him absolutely breathless. To his surprise, his cock started to fill again, swell again. The kiss turned into two and then three, Matt’s tongue sliding, twisting around his. He shifted, grunting as the wet mess in his pants made itself known.

“You okay, lovely?”

“Little messy.”

“Ah, of course.” Matt grinned and kissed him quickly. “Your shower’s big enough for two. If they get close.”

“We’re close.” He stood, took Matt’s hand.

Matt chuckled. “I hope so.”

“Me, too.”

They went inside. Matt stopped at the curtain to the bathroom and tugged him in to take a kiss. His Master. His.

“That was very sexy, you know.”

He was still lost in the kiss. “Hmm?”

“You. You’re very sexy.”

“Me? You... did you see what you did?”

Matt nodded. “I smelled it, smelled you.”

“That’s sexy.”

“And so are you.” Matt’s hands slid over him, tugging at his clothes.

“It means something, coming from you.”

Matt nodded. “I’m glad you realize that. I’m not just another master. I’m
your
Master.”

He met Matt’s eyes. He knew that. He believed it.

Matt smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bathroom. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”

“Always.”

Chapter Seven

Matt didn’t go with Adam to yoga, but he did wake with his lover for a brief kiss and snuggle.

He had breakfast ready for when Adam got home -- pancakes and veggie-sausage, which he wasn’t sure was going to be edible, both staying warm in the oven. All he needed now was Adam to get back. Taking another sip of his coffee, he traded the sports section for entertainment.

The front door opened and closed, the sound of heavy breathing echoing on the way to the bathroom.

He headed that way, calling out, “Hey, lovely. You okay?”

“Uh. Uh-huh.”

“You look tired.” A little wiped out.

“Just post-workout.” Adam shuffled to the shower, not even undressing all the way before getting under the water.

“You’re exhausted. No more yoga and running without a break and without eating first.” It was time for them to sit together and officially work a few things out, establish a few more rules.

“I’m okay.” Adam leaned forward, panting.

“Sure you are.” He dragged the rest of Adam’s clothes off, piling them in a corner to deal with later.

The cool water finally worked the deep red blush off Adam’s golden skin. Matt stayed there, enjoying watching his lover. Adam was graceful and, well, lovely.

“How was your morning?”

“I had a nice lie-in. Tomorrow I’ll go to yoga with you.”

“So don’t have to, but I’d love to have you there.”

“I liked the yoga.” He chuckled wryly. “Okay, ‘like’ is an awfully strong word.”

“You honestly don’t have to.”

“I honestly want to. It’ll be good for me. I will, however, pass on the running. And I want you splitting them up. You can run in the afternoon while I work.”

Adam looked at him, eyebrows concerned. “In the afternoon.”

“Yes. It’s a rule. No more than one activity at a time.”

“But... I don’t know. I don’t know if I can wait that long to eat.”

“Uh, you aren’t going to. You do your yoga and then you have breakfast.”

“I.” There came that long, slow, centering breath.

“We should sit and talk. I have pancakes sitting in the oven.”

“I’d like that.”

“Why don’t I go dish up while you get dry, get dressed?”

“Okay. Sure. Or I can help, if I hurry.”

“I can manage, but you can hurry if you want.”

Adam leaned toward him, kissed him. “Have I upset you?”

“What? No, not at all.”

“Oh, good.” He got another, gentle kiss.

Matt licked Adam’s lips and patted the sweet ass. “Don’t be long.”

He went to the kitchenette, got two plates ready. He took out syrup and jams, setting it all up along with a couple mugs of coffee on the little table.

It was time to talk to his sub, to start building their relationship, to help Adam find that support and structure that they both seemed to need. It would make it easier having Adam perform scenes with other masters. Even if the thought of that still had the ability to knot up his belly.

Adam came to him, hands on his shoulders, rubbing. “Master.”

“Mmm. Feels good. Come and sit, though.”

“Okay, yeah.” Adam sat, fingers twining together.

“Homemade pancakes. The best kind.”

“Wow. I’m spoiled.”

He chuckled, but it made him a little sad. No one ever did for Adam. All those masters, and none of them knew what a treasure he was.

“They look great.” Adam waited for him to start eating.

He put maple syrup on his and cut a bite off, munching happily.

Adam put the tiniest bit of syrup on his, ate a bite. “It tastes good.”

“Of course it does!” He winked and ate another bite. Then he offered one of the fake sausages. “They’re vegetarian.”

Adam’s eyes widened, his lovely obviously pleased. “You... thank you!”

He smiled and grinned. “Don’t say that before you’ve tasted them.”

“They could taste terrible, and it would still rock that you thought of me.”

Reaching out, he touched Adam’s cheek. “Thank you, lovely.”

Adam leaned into him and smiled. He put his arm around Adam and enjoyed his lovely’s company. They ate slowly, Adam seeming to appreciate every bite. He couldn’t remember the last meal he’d enjoyed as much and knew it was the company.

When they were done, Adam turned to him. “So, what is your plan for the rest of the morning?”

“I’d like to sit with you and discuss the parameters of our relationship.”

Adam nodded. “Okay. I have a list that I use with my clients; do you want to see that?”

“No. I’m not one of your clients, Adam.” He wanted them to be distinct and different from that.

“I know. I know that. I just offered.” Adam looked a little affronted. It was... adorable, actually.

He kissed Adam’s nose. “Okay. I’d just rather start fresh between us. No trappings that you use on the job.”

“Okay.” Adam stood, rinsed the dishes.

“I’d like to make a number of rules for you.”

Adam looked back at him, the electricity in the air sharp and sudden. “Would you?”

“I would. Where would you like to do this? Here or in the living area?”

“In the living area.” Adam met his eyes. “I’d like to be close to you, touching you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, too, lovely. This is for both of us.”

He could see the tension ease in his lovely’s shoulders. “Yes, Master.”

“I do love the way that sounds.”

Adam came to him, leaving the dishes behind. He wrapped his arms around Adam, bringing their mouths together. Adam opened for him, easy as pie. It felt good and right; Matt knew his relationship with Adam was important. Probably more important than any other relationship he’d had.

He led Adam to the living room, sat on the couch, then drew Adam into his lap.

“So we have one rule already.”

“We do.”

“So, rule one is only one scene a day, and only four a week at most. I’d like to add that I pick you up from all your scenes and you tell me what happened. I know your clients need confidentiality, but I need to know exactly what kind of care you need.”

He still didn’t like the thought of other men doing scenes with his lovely, but he hated the idea that Adam was left to twist in the wind on his own after these scenes, no matter how intense they were. Caring for Adam afterward would help remind them both whose sub Adam really was.

“That’s an enormous amount of work for you, Matt.”

“It’s not work -- it’s caring for you.”

Running the gallery meant that, aside from openings, he could make his own schedule, work when Adam was running and doing scenes. “And we set your schedule together so you’re not working when I’ve got long evening commitments I can’t get out of.”

Adam’s fingers moved over his face, his shoulders. Matt was learning that this was a sign that Adam was heading somewhere stressful for him. “Yes, Master.”

“Does anything about that arrangement bother you?”

“No. I mean, I hate to be a bother for you.”

“You aren’t a bother, Adam. Caring about you comes as naturally as breathing.”

Adam leaned into him. “I’m supposed to care for you.”

“I believe it works both ways, lovely.” It made him want to scream, how little Adam expected from his Master, from the masters he’d worked with.

“Shh. Shh. We’re good.” Adam was so attuned to him, to his moods.

He wondered if that came from years of experience as a sub for hire, or if it was what made him good at his job. Or maybe, it was just him in particular. Matt liked that thought. “Okay. Good. We are good. We’re very good together.” He kissed Adam softly, fingers stroking along his lovely’s back.

Adam rested with him, quiet and still. “What else do you want?”

“I’m not going to ask you not to do yoga and running, but I don’t want you doing them together. Yoga every morning, and then running in the afternoons while I’m at work. And you have to eat in between. Something when you get back from yoga and something light, even if it’s just a smoothie, a little while before you go running.”

“I’ll get f...” Adam closed his mouth, took another breath.

He tilted his head, ran his fingers up and down Adam’s back. “You’ll get what?”

“Nothing. That’s not the way to think.”

He nodded. “That’s right. I’m not asking you to do less exercise, just to rearrange how you do it.”

“I’ll try. If the scale moves too much, though, we’ll have to revisit it.”

“I’m betting the scale isn’t going to move.” He smiled “But revisiting is allowed for all rules, as needed.”

“When do I have to start?”

“Tomorrow.” It was already too late for today.

“I’ll try.”

“And you’ll tell me if you can’t do it. I’ll help you.”

Adam gave him that confused look again, but nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Clever fingers moved over his skin, teasing him lightly. “Are you trying to distract me?” Matt asked quietly.

“No. No, I’m just waiting, touching.” Adam met his eyes. “I’m not scared of rules.”

“Good. I like it when you touch me.”

“I know.”

He slid his knuckles along Adam’s cheek.

Adam leaned into his touch. “What else do you want?”

“I want two hours set aside after you’re back from yoga for just us.”

“When you’re here?”

“Yes. And maybe sometimes you’ll come to my place after yoga.”

Adam nodded. “I rarely have scenes in the morning.”

“I would prefer to keep it that way.”

“Me, too. I like to work in my garden.” Adam smiled. “Not that I dislike my job. There are times the scenes are incredibly fun.”

“Fun? Like what?” He was going to want to do scenes with Adam, too, and he wanted to know what Adam thought was fun.

“I like the shows. Marcus always makes sure I’m aroused, excited. Simon does the ropes, and I love those because you can relax and he makes me laugh.”

Matt made a mental note of the names of the masters Adam liked. “He tells you jokes or he tickles you?”

“He tells me jokes.” Adam settled closer, fingers moving again. “It’s not about sex, usually, you know? It’s about control. Well, no. Not anymore. It’s about teaching, training. It used to be about control, at the beginning.”

“Tell me more about how it’s changed.”

“When I started, I was always thinking about controlling my passion, my erections, my reactions, because that’s not what I’m there for. Now I think about teaching, about making sure I’m doing it right.”

“When we do scenes together, you’ll be able to relax, to just enjoy the scene for what it is.”

“What kind of scenes do you like?”

“It depends on my mood, on how much time we have. Intense, playful -- we should always enjoy each other.”

“If there’s anything you need me to keep here for you, you’ll have to tell me.”

Matt nodded. “Clothes, for sure. We each need to have a change of clothes at each other’s places.”

Adam nodded. “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

“You already have. I feel like I belong here. With you.”

Oh, look at that smile. He wanted to keep that smile there, for Adam to always be happy.

“I have a bag of supplies, but those are for work.”

“No, we need a box for here and a box for my place. Stuff that is ours.”

Adam looked down, then looked back up at him. “You’re talking about a lot of trouble. Money.”

“We don’t have to go out and buy everything at once. We can build our inventory slowly, not to mention I have a lot of stuff already at my place, so it won’t take a lot of extra to stock my place up. And it doesn’t sound like trouble to me -- it sounds like fun.”

“I don’t want to become work for you. It’s very important to me.”

“You think being your Master is work?” It came as naturally as breathing to Matt.

“Of course it is.”

He guessed that made sense. Being a submissive was Adam’s work.

“It’s a pleasure, Adam. And any meaningful relationship takes work.” Work and sex and laughter. Love. Joy.

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather spend my time on.” Adam cupped his cheeks, kissed him, long and slow.

He opened up, letting Adam in. Adam’s kiss was a slow burn, tongue sliding against his. Groaning, he fell slowly back against the couch, bringing Adam with him. His lovely one followed, cuddled into him.

“You feel so good.” So right.

“I hope so.” Adam’s kiss brushed his cheek.

“I hope I feel good to you, too.”

“You feel like I couldn’t be professional with you.”

“Good.” He said the word fiercely, glad all the way to his toes.

“I’ve never called another man Master.”

A thrill went through him at that. “And you never will.”

“Never is a very long time, Master.” Adam’s tongue slid over his bottom lip.

“I don’t care how long never is. I won’t make it a rule -- I like that it was something you just did. Something that came naturally.”

“It’s something I wanted to do.”

“Thank you.” Matt kissed Adam, pulling on his upper lip and then his lower lip, moaning softly.

There was something about Adam’s kisses that made Matt shake, made him want to bury himself in his lovely’s tight body. “Need you.” The words pushed out of him between kisses, his hips bucking, pressing against Adam.

“I’m yours. Master.”

His. All of Adam.

“Yes. And I think we should move this to the bed.” Where there was lube, condoms. Where he could take his time.

“We’re done talking?” Adam nodded, took his hand.

“For now. We can revisit, we can talk more after. I want you now.”

“Good.” There was a look of pure satisfaction on Adam’s face.

He stood and took Adam’s hand, tugging him up, taking a kiss. Adam’s lean body pushed against him, the touch the most demanding he’d ever felt from his controlled lover. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Adam’s ass and pulled him in even tighter. Adam’s hands tangled in his hair, tugged him close, tongue fucking his lips almost aggressively.

He grabbed hold of Adam’s tongue with his lips, sucking as he started walking them backward, eager to get to the bed, to push Adam down onto the mattress. It was time to drive his lovely man insane.

He kept one hand on Adam’s ass, tugging him along the short distance to the corner of the room where the bed was. He pushed Adam’s loose pants off, loving the easy access. It didn’t take much to get Adam’s shirt off, either, and he slid his hands along Adam’s back, feeling the healing welts. Adam didn’t even flinch, didn’t pull away. In fact, there was the slightest arch into his hands.