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palacechristian) wrote2004-12-20 11:51 pm
palacechristian) wrote2004-12-20 11:51 pm
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Christian and Johnny. So, How Was Your Day?
SaraCar: --dragging the WHOLE rug mind you, into the air vent under my bed. Good thing it stuck 'cause she fell and was dangling there by her teeth halfway between my room and Ben's below. I guess last time they painted they didn't refasten it, just sort of set it in.
JohnnyD: LOL! So how much wall did they have to dismantle to get her out?
SaraCar: None, smarty! We made a sort of net-thing out of a pillowcase and stretched it across the shaft in case she let go, then I reached down and managed to grab the rug and pull it back up. The little brat was still growling at it.
JohnnyD: [still LOLing] You know, if you'd have added another couple of slats to the puppy box like I said, she'd never have gotten out.
SaraCar: Brat. [tickle] They're only seven weeks old! They're not supposed to be able to climb out of what I've got!
JohnnyD: You tell Titania she's only seven weeks old! [tickle back] She was walking, what, two weeks earlier than any of the others?
SaraCar: I know, I know. I'm just trying to follow the guidelines and do this right.
JohnnyD: Hey, doing it right means letting the real world have a say too, you know? [hug] Obviously whoever wrote the guidelines never met Titania!
While waiting for Sara to type, Johnny heard a rattling coming from down the hall, and then footsteps. He grinned and jumped in again.
JohnnyD: Hey, Christian's home, gotta go!
SaraCar: I know! I'm thinking maybe I can write a paper -- well, I guess I'm losing you then, right? [tease] Give him a hug for me, 'kay? [wink]
JohnnyD: Oh, maybe. [grin] Later!
Christian dropped his cards and wallet into the tray on the hall table, knelt down, unlaced and removed his boots and padded into the living room. Johnny was just shutting down the com unit, the fading light from its display the only light in the darkening room. He wandered over and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, kissing the side of his throat and murmuring, "Hey," into his ear.
Johnny tipped his head to one side, a warm smile on his face. "Hey, yourself." He turned in the circle of Christian's arms and passed his hands between Christian's elbows and his sides, locking his fingers together at the base of Christian's spine
"How was your day?" Christian asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot, gently rocking them. "Mine alternated between damned good and bloody awful."
Johnny gave him a hug, rocking along. "Awww. I hope there was more damned good than bloody awful. What happened?"
"Well, let's see." Christian studied the ceiling while he pretended to think. "There was Councillor Lorenzo who wanted me to open a vineyard. Turns out his family owns that vineyard and every other vineyard in that valley, so no favouritism there. And then there was Councillor Jacobs who thought it a splendid idea that I hand out graduation certificates at his son's college. . . ." He looked back down, eyes dancing. "Shall I go on, or would you rather the good bits?"
Johnny rolled his eyes. "Favoritism, check, got it. Good bits?"
"Oh now, good bits are rare." Christian chuckled. "But my new private secretary turned out to be one of them." He looked at Johnny. "Have you run across him? Marcus? Was supposed to be working for Craig?" Johnny shook his head, face disappearing momentarily behind a swathe of brown. "No? Okay. He's efficient, Talented and talented. He's young, which is a big plus, I'd hate to have a Lucius . . . oh and he's fucking gorgeous, which rates him high on the eye candy scale." Christian grinned. "Gotta have some perks."
Johnny giggled. "Good to know he's qualified."
"Oh, he's qualified." Christian raised an eyebrow and gave Johnny a mock leer. "I checked his qualifications myself. Very sound they are." Bending his head, he planted a row of teasing nips and kisses along the length of Johnny's collarbone. "Kinda like that," he muttered, nuzzling his lover's throat.
"Mmmmm." Johnny closed his eyes and arched into the kisses and bites. "I don't know, that's not much of an interview. Kind of shallow, you know?"
"Dad did the interviewing." Christian's hands roamed up and down Johnny's spine as he talked. "I just checked our . . . compatibility." He bit down gently on Johnny's earlobe. "Marvellous how much you can learn by stripping someone willingly naked and fucking them against a brick wall."
Johnny laughed hard enough that his ear yanked out from Christian's teeth, the sting sending a tingle through him. "Oh? And just what did you learn?"
"Well, I discovered that he's obedient, very willing to please." His hands slid beneath Johnny's loose t-shirt and his fingers curved to nail's edge as he became distracted by his recitation. "Ordered him to strip naked for me and then shoved him face first into the wall." Christian's nails raked up Johnny's sides and across his rib cage, thumbs roughly flicking the tiny buds on his chest. "Flexible too," he growled, biting harder at his lover's throat and grinding his hips against him. "Held his ass cheeks open while I tongue-fucked him, whimpering and writhing. . . ." His hips moved with the memory, pressing harder against Johnny's lithe form. "And when I was done fucking him, I told him to turn around and jerk himself off and he did." Christian swiped his tongue across the seam of Johnny's lips. "Painted his cock with my cum and jerked off on command."
Johnny could feel his heart thumping in his chest and all the way down to his cock, and his breath was coming in needy little pants. The picture Christian was painting with his growling voice was incredibly hot, and the feel of nails down his chest made him squirm. So far Christian had been nothing but gentle and loving and Johnny'd thought it was wonderful, but this.... He could imagine himself in this Marcus guy's place, being fucked with rough urgency, and the blood rushed to his cock. He tipped his head up and met lustful blue eyes with his own, glazed and dilated, and gave a yearning moan before kissing him hard.
Christian gave Johnny what he was asking for, a punishingly hard kiss, sliding his tongue across teeth and gums, his hands already busy shoving Johnny's shirt up, tugging at the arms. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the offending item clear of Johnny's head and discard it before capturing his mouth again, hands spreading across the base of Johnny's spine and fingers wiggling under the waistband of his jeans to cup the soft naked flesh over the curve of his ass. "Want this?" he murmured into his lover's ear, his hips still moving in an undulating rhythm that was unmistakable in its intent. He felt Johnny nod and he squeezed the globes of his ass, thumbs sliding into the moist cleft.
Pushing dislodged the material where it clung to Johnny's hips and the material folded and fell, coming to rest halfway down Johnny's thighs. Christian probed further down, thumb pressing against the wrinkled flesh it found there, while his teeth nibbled along his jaw.
Johnny gasped into Christian's mouth, then sucked in a whine when rough fingers pushed down to his ass and probed hard, his eyes squinching closed. He clung to his lover's broad shoulders as his legs turned to water, the solid body pressed against him suddenly overwhelming -- holding him, manipulating him, all harsh, dominant desire. A shiver of fear went through him and he snapped his eyes open again.
Christian! It's Christian! He kept his gaze locked to his lover's and felt himself relaxing once more. With anyone else this would be a terror, but with Christian he could let go and let it sweep him along in a river of hot, dark lust.
"Take them off," Christian ground out, stepping reluctantly away to divest himself of his own clothes as quickly as he could. He watched with avid eyes as Johnny shed the last of his clothing and then drew him into an embrace once more, cocks rubbing together in a slow, moist frenzy while he kissed him. Breaking breathlessly away he stared at Johnny with wide dark eyes, checking his face briefly for any untoward signs. Seeing only desire and trust in the huge brown eyes, he smiled, a glimpse of white teeth against the darkness of the room. "On your knees," he said, sliding a hand into Johnny's hair and guiding him down.
Johnny dropped gracefully to his knees, his palms on his thighs, surrendering to the years of training he'd been trying to fight for the last five months. It was almost frightening how easily he slipped back into the mindset, but with Christian he felt a true desire to obey, to please him, an eagerness that mere fear of punishment had never brought out.
A hard, swollen cock bobbed in front of his face and drew his mouth like candy, but he hadn't been given permission. He held back, trembling with need, his eye darting between Christian's face and his cock, waiting to see what his master -- his lover! What his lover wanted.
Carding his fingers roughly through Johnny's hair, staring intently into the eyes fixed on his face, Christian only subconsciously noted the stance Johnny had adopted, but he reacted to it anyway. "Suck me," he ordered. "And make it good."
A shiver of pleasure rippled through Johnny at the command. He reined in his eagerness just enough to go slowly, leaning forward to nibble on the leaking head with just his lips at first, savoring the rich scent and flavor. He licked down the shaft with the tip of his tongue, then more thoroughly on the way back up before taking the glans into his mouth and sucking hard. Back down the shaft with just a hint of teeth for a moment, then a swallow that rippled all along the length and a hard suck while pulling off. He looked up, his tongue still stroking and teasing, searching for pleasure and approval.
Letting the air out of his lungs in a long, slow breath, Christian nodded at Johnny. "Good," he murmured, just loud enough for Johnny to hear. His hand tightened in his lover's hair, gripping lightly but with intent. "Now, take it all. Want to fuck your mouth." As he spoke, even as he began to slowly thrust in and out, looking down at the face, glowing with such absolute trust that it just radiated from his very skin, Christian realised he was feeling that same warmth flooding his own mind and an idea began to gel even as his desire grew. "Touch yourself," he added gruffly. "But don't come."
Johnny felt a needy whimper escape as Christian began thrusting in and out of his mouth, one strong hand curled around the back of his skull. On command, his hand moved down to his own cock and began stroking. Already hard, it didn't take much to get him to the point of trembling need. He slowed down, and then stopped, holding himself -- touching himself as ordered -- balanced right on the edge and struggling not to come.
"Fuck!" Johnny's tongue curved flat swiped the underside of his cock with each stroke and Christian had to work hard to keep his eyes open. But it was worth the effort. "You look beautiful," he whispered. "Such a good boy." The warm, moist heat of his lover's mouth was doing its best to undo him and he let his eyes shut for just a moment, imagining he could also feel the taste and slide of a silken shaft between his own lips. The twin sensations were too much and sparks fizzed up and down his spine, his balls tightening with need. Eyes snapping open, he thrust deeper into Johnny's mouth, watching his cock vanish inside and feeling it in his head at the same time. "Christ!" he groaned. "Gonna come." His back arched and he went still, a ragged cry escaping his throat.
Johnny swallowed as Christian spurted down his throat, still sucking and licking until the cock in his mouth went soft and slipped out. His hand was still curled around his own erection, and he turned pleading eyes up to the man standing panting in front of him. His cock ached and his balls were tight and nearly painful. He needed to come or something was going to rupture.
Christian breathed through the aftershocks, knowing full well that Johnny needed him and now needing something quite desperately from Johnny himself. When he counted himself steady enough, he drew Johnny to his feet and led him wordlessly to the couch where he sat, one foot on the floor and lay back to rest on his elbows, tugging the hand he held until Johnny was sitting beside him. He kissed his lover gently on the mouth. "Want you inside me," he whispered against the soft lips. "Want you to fuck me."
Johnny just stared for a moment, his eyes going huge. "But, I've never... I mean, I don't want to hurt you." His cock was jerking at the thought, though, and was giving him a good telling-off for trying to wiggle out of it. He knelt between Christian's knees and stroked up and down his thighs with his nails. "Are you sure?" he whispered.
He hadn't talked about this with Johnny, there hadn't been a chance and now, Christian was grateful for it. No pressure. And he knew, with the same certainty as he knew his own name, that this was right, that Johnny could take him back to that place and help him reclaim what he'd lost. He'd tell him later, he thought, sliding a hand down Johnny's cheek. Love you. Trust you, he told him silently. "Yes," he said quietly, drawing him down and parting his thighs. "Want this. Want you."
Johnny swallowed hard, partially from nerves but partially from aching desire. He nodded and reached for the tube of lube, still on the coffee table from last time they'd fucked on the couch. He smeared a blob around his hands, coating his fingers, and Adrian's lecturing explanation to Charlie popped into his head. He tried to suppress a giggle and mostly succeeded. One finger, slow....
He spread Christian's thighs a bit more and slid a slick finger behind his balls, pausing to give them a caress, then rubbed across his perineum and found the tiny pucker beyond. Easy, slow.... His lover was relaxed and not quite as tight as Johnny'd expected, so his index finger slid right in. He worked it back and forth, smooth and gentle, then added a second finger. He looked up, watching Christian's face for any hint of discomfort.
Smiling, relaxed, Christian threaded his fingers through his hair with one hand, just enjoying watching Johnny and reveling in the pleasant sensations his fingers were giving him. It was too soon for him to get hard again, but that wasn't important at all and the little thrills the agile fingers were sending up his spine were lovely. Being this comfortable, so at ease was a rare treat and his smile was good-humoured and affectionate. "Need a hand?" he teased gently.
Johnny blushed and glared, then giggled again. "I don't think so. I'm just remembering Adrian's advice -- I'm sure that'll get me through." He grinned, then watched Christian closely as he felt around... there. He found the spongy bump and caressed it gently. "Good? Too much...?"
His hips jerked in response and Christian's reply was a touch breathy. "Too good. Not enough." Despite his avowal of disinterest, his cock seemed to be trying to take notice and he shifted restlessly under Johnny's probing fingers. "Christ! Johnny, please."
Johnny beamed and gave the gland a couple more rubs, then pulled out and reinserted with a third finger. His free hand slicked up his cock while the other gently stretched and flexed, until he and his lover were both gasping. He pulled out one last time and knelt awkwardly down, propping himself on one elbow while trying to find the right spot with his other hand. It took some fumbling, and by the time he found it he was blushing from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet, but when he finally pushed in, he and Christian groaned in chorus.
The sweet face and dark eyes above him came back into focus as Christian adjusted to the weight and the surprisingly erotic feeling of him buried inside. "Love you." He kissed Johnny's mouth and then bit lightly at his bottom lip, tugging it as a tease and smiling at Johnny's expression. "Now fuck me."
"Love you back." Johnny smiled at him adoringly and carefully pulled almost-out, then slid back in. The feeling was incredible -- he'd never felt such tight pressure around his cock, the smooth, slick squeeze that had him ready to go off again within seconds. He bit his lip and fought it down, determined to do a decent job of it. And so long as he was.... He gave Christian an impish smile, then opened a tiny hole in his shield and kept on stroking.
"Oh, you little. . . ." Christian's cock was definitely responding to this, hardening and rising against his belly. And oh God, wasn't coming gonna hurt! But he didn't mind the thought, it was a delicious pain. He spread his legs wider, encouragingly, and slid a little further down on the couch, settling Johnny more comfortably between his thighs and gripping tightly at his shoulders. Sensation swallowed him and he fed it back in equal measure as his lover thrust into him, reveling in being filled with something other than fear and the rapidly building lust that blew the last of the nightmares away. "Christ! Johnny! Yes!"
Johnny gritted his teeth and sped up. He had the idea now and the motion was becoming more natural; he was pretty sure he could go faster without having to worry about coming out too far. Now, there was a prostate in there somewhere.... He shifted his hips, trying a slightly different angle with each thrust, watching Christian's face for reaction. He wished for a moment that Christian were a Projective Empath too; it'd seemed so much easier for Adrian and Charlie for their first times. He panted and kept trying.
Oh, goddamnit! Johnny was hitting his sweet spot with every other stroke now and Christian's brow was beaded with sweat, his temples moist and his hips jerked convulsively. "Oh shit! Oh Christ! Gonna come, love," he gasped, fingers tightening reflexively against what he knew was going to happen. He clenched his inner muscles around Johnny's pumping shaft and pleaded, "God! Comewithmeplease, please."
Johnny yelped when Christian squeezed around him and slammed in harder than he'd intended. The slamming pressure sent a shock straight to his balls and he yelped again. "Yes, god yes, can't hold on!" he babbled. His hips jerked forward, then again, his muscles tightening into steel cable as he gave a final arching thrust and then came, his eyes closed and his mouth open as pleasure rocketed through him.
Tendrils of sweet, sweet agony caused Christian's frame to lock as his back arched and he screamed out his release, cock pumping till it was dry. Exhausted and wrung out, he collapsed back against the cushions and licked the sweat from his upper lip even as the last pleasure-pain thrills trickled down his spine. Hands stroked Johnny's sweat-slicked skin in a soothing motion but all he could manage by way of vocalisation was a weary, hoarse, "Wow."
Johnny came back to full awareness with the echo of Christian's scream still filling his mind. His eyes shot open and he scooted up the couch until he could look down into his lover's eyes. "Are you all right? That hurt, didn't it? I did something wrong, I know it." Fear and remorse drove out all remnants of afterglow and tightened his voice. "I'm so sorry!" He cupped Christian's cheek in one gentle hand and buried his face in his shoulder, trying not to cry.
What? Oh. Christian was tired but alert enough to flip Johnny, reversing their positions and looking down at him with a grin on his face. He was not going to let this get out of hand. "I take it," he said conversationally, "that you and Liam never got round to the, 'Oh, Christian can be a bit of a pain slut at times,' conversation?"
Johnny stared up at him and shook his head. "Umm, no. He doesn't talk about patients. Well, sometimes if I'm working with that person too, but then we're both... I mean, no, he didn't." He paused, searching Christian's eyes. "Did you really like it like that?"
Christian couldn't help but chuckle. "There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, love," he told him. "And where they meet is where I was." He slid a finger down the length of Johnny's nose, his smile unabated. "And it was great!"
"Oh." Johnny still wasn't too sure about that. To him, pain just hurt, and a lot. But he knew different people liked different things, so if Christian liked it when it hurt a little, well, okay then. "All right. I mean, good." He gave him a shy smile and kissed the tip of his finger, then wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him down so that he was pressing Johnny into the cushions, covering him completely with his warm weight, still needing the security and reassurance.
"Mmm." Christian locked into a slow, languorous kiss, gently stroking Johnny's arms where they wrapped around his neck. There was a blanket around here somewhere, he'd find it in a minute, but first . . . he broke off the kiss, propped himself up on one elbow and grinned evilly down at Johnny, tracing the line of his lover's breastbone with an idle finger. "So," he smirked. "That was my day. How was yours?"
JohnnyD: LOL! So how much wall did they have to dismantle to get her out?
SaraCar: None, smarty! We made a sort of net-thing out of a pillowcase and stretched it across the shaft in case she let go, then I reached down and managed to grab the rug and pull it back up. The little brat was still growling at it.
JohnnyD: [still LOLing] You know, if you'd have added another couple of slats to the puppy box like I said, she'd never have gotten out.
SaraCar: Brat. [tickle] They're only seven weeks old! They're not supposed to be able to climb out of what I've got!
JohnnyD: You tell Titania she's only seven weeks old! [tickle back] She was walking, what, two weeks earlier than any of the others?
SaraCar: I know, I know. I'm just trying to follow the guidelines and do this right.
JohnnyD: Hey, doing it right means letting the real world have a say too, you know? [hug] Obviously whoever wrote the guidelines never met Titania!
While waiting for Sara to type, Johnny heard a rattling coming from down the hall, and then footsteps. He grinned and jumped in again.
JohnnyD: Hey, Christian's home, gotta go!
SaraCar: I know! I'm thinking maybe I can write a paper -- well, I guess I'm losing you then, right? [tease] Give him a hug for me, 'kay? [wink]
JohnnyD: Oh, maybe. [grin] Later!
Christian dropped his cards and wallet into the tray on the hall table, knelt down, unlaced and removed his boots and padded into the living room. Johnny was just shutting down the com unit, the fading light from its display the only light in the darkening room. He wandered over and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, kissing the side of his throat and murmuring, "Hey," into his ear.
Johnny tipped his head to one side, a warm smile on his face. "Hey, yourself." He turned in the circle of Christian's arms and passed his hands between Christian's elbows and his sides, locking his fingers together at the base of Christian's spine
"How was your day?" Christian asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot, gently rocking them. "Mine alternated between damned good and bloody awful."
Johnny gave him a hug, rocking along. "Awww. I hope there was more damned good than bloody awful. What happened?"
"Well, let's see." Christian studied the ceiling while he pretended to think. "There was Councillor Lorenzo who wanted me to open a vineyard. Turns out his family owns that vineyard and every other vineyard in that valley, so no favouritism there. And then there was Councillor Jacobs who thought it a splendid idea that I hand out graduation certificates at his son's college. . . ." He looked back down, eyes dancing. "Shall I go on, or would you rather the good bits?"
Johnny rolled his eyes. "Favoritism, check, got it. Good bits?"
"Oh now, good bits are rare." Christian chuckled. "But my new private secretary turned out to be one of them." He looked at Johnny. "Have you run across him? Marcus? Was supposed to be working for Craig?" Johnny shook his head, face disappearing momentarily behind a swathe of brown. "No? Okay. He's efficient, Talented and talented. He's young, which is a big plus, I'd hate to have a Lucius . . . oh and he's fucking gorgeous, which rates him high on the eye candy scale." Christian grinned. "Gotta have some perks."
Johnny giggled. "Good to know he's qualified."
"Oh, he's qualified." Christian raised an eyebrow and gave Johnny a mock leer. "I checked his qualifications myself. Very sound they are." Bending his head, he planted a row of teasing nips and kisses along the length of Johnny's collarbone. "Kinda like that," he muttered, nuzzling his lover's throat.
"Mmmmm." Johnny closed his eyes and arched into the kisses and bites. "I don't know, that's not much of an interview. Kind of shallow, you know?"
"Dad did the interviewing." Christian's hands roamed up and down Johnny's spine as he talked. "I just checked our . . . compatibility." He bit down gently on Johnny's earlobe. "Marvellous how much you can learn by stripping someone willingly naked and fucking them against a brick wall."
Johnny laughed hard enough that his ear yanked out from Christian's teeth, the sting sending a tingle through him. "Oh? And just what did you learn?"
"Well, I discovered that he's obedient, very willing to please." His hands slid beneath Johnny's loose t-shirt and his fingers curved to nail's edge as he became distracted by his recitation. "Ordered him to strip naked for me and then shoved him face first into the wall." Christian's nails raked up Johnny's sides and across his rib cage, thumbs roughly flicking the tiny buds on his chest. "Flexible too," he growled, biting harder at his lover's throat and grinding his hips against him. "Held his ass cheeks open while I tongue-fucked him, whimpering and writhing. . . ." His hips moved with the memory, pressing harder against Johnny's lithe form. "And when I was done fucking him, I told him to turn around and jerk himself off and he did." Christian swiped his tongue across the seam of Johnny's lips. "Painted his cock with my cum and jerked off on command."
Johnny could feel his heart thumping in his chest and all the way down to his cock, and his breath was coming in needy little pants. The picture Christian was painting with his growling voice was incredibly hot, and the feel of nails down his chest made him squirm. So far Christian had been nothing but gentle and loving and Johnny'd thought it was wonderful, but this.... He could imagine himself in this Marcus guy's place, being fucked with rough urgency, and the blood rushed to his cock. He tipped his head up and met lustful blue eyes with his own, glazed and dilated, and gave a yearning moan before kissing him hard.
Christian gave Johnny what he was asking for, a punishingly hard kiss, sliding his tongue across teeth and gums, his hands already busy shoving Johnny's shirt up, tugging at the arms. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the offending item clear of Johnny's head and discard it before capturing his mouth again, hands spreading across the base of Johnny's spine and fingers wiggling under the waistband of his jeans to cup the soft naked flesh over the curve of his ass. "Want this?" he murmured into his lover's ear, his hips still moving in an undulating rhythm that was unmistakable in its intent. He felt Johnny nod and he squeezed the globes of his ass, thumbs sliding into the moist cleft.
Pushing dislodged the material where it clung to Johnny's hips and the material folded and fell, coming to rest halfway down Johnny's thighs. Christian probed further down, thumb pressing against the wrinkled flesh it found there, while his teeth nibbled along his jaw.
Johnny gasped into Christian's mouth, then sucked in a whine when rough fingers pushed down to his ass and probed hard, his eyes squinching closed. He clung to his lover's broad shoulders as his legs turned to water, the solid body pressed against him suddenly overwhelming -- holding him, manipulating him, all harsh, dominant desire. A shiver of fear went through him and he snapped his eyes open again.
Christian! It's Christian! He kept his gaze locked to his lover's and felt himself relaxing once more. With anyone else this would be a terror, but with Christian he could let go and let it sweep him along in a river of hot, dark lust.
"Take them off," Christian ground out, stepping reluctantly away to divest himself of his own clothes as quickly as he could. He watched with avid eyes as Johnny shed the last of his clothing and then drew him into an embrace once more, cocks rubbing together in a slow, moist frenzy while he kissed him. Breaking breathlessly away he stared at Johnny with wide dark eyes, checking his face briefly for any untoward signs. Seeing only desire and trust in the huge brown eyes, he smiled, a glimpse of white teeth against the darkness of the room. "On your knees," he said, sliding a hand into Johnny's hair and guiding him down.
Johnny dropped gracefully to his knees, his palms on his thighs, surrendering to the years of training he'd been trying to fight for the last five months. It was almost frightening how easily he slipped back into the mindset, but with Christian he felt a true desire to obey, to please him, an eagerness that mere fear of punishment had never brought out.
A hard, swollen cock bobbed in front of his face and drew his mouth like candy, but he hadn't been given permission. He held back, trembling with need, his eye darting between Christian's face and his cock, waiting to see what his master -- his lover! What his lover wanted.
Carding his fingers roughly through Johnny's hair, staring intently into the eyes fixed on his face, Christian only subconsciously noted the stance Johnny had adopted, but he reacted to it anyway. "Suck me," he ordered. "And make it good."
A shiver of pleasure rippled through Johnny at the command. He reined in his eagerness just enough to go slowly, leaning forward to nibble on the leaking head with just his lips at first, savoring the rich scent and flavor. He licked down the shaft with the tip of his tongue, then more thoroughly on the way back up before taking the glans into his mouth and sucking hard. Back down the shaft with just a hint of teeth for a moment, then a swallow that rippled all along the length and a hard suck while pulling off. He looked up, his tongue still stroking and teasing, searching for pleasure and approval.
Letting the air out of his lungs in a long, slow breath, Christian nodded at Johnny. "Good," he murmured, just loud enough for Johnny to hear. His hand tightened in his lover's hair, gripping lightly but with intent. "Now, take it all. Want to fuck your mouth." As he spoke, even as he began to slowly thrust in and out, looking down at the face, glowing with such absolute trust that it just radiated from his very skin, Christian realised he was feeling that same warmth flooding his own mind and an idea began to gel even as his desire grew. "Touch yourself," he added gruffly. "But don't come."
Johnny felt a needy whimper escape as Christian began thrusting in and out of his mouth, one strong hand curled around the back of his skull. On command, his hand moved down to his own cock and began stroking. Already hard, it didn't take much to get him to the point of trembling need. He slowed down, and then stopped, holding himself -- touching himself as ordered -- balanced right on the edge and struggling not to come.
"Fuck!" Johnny's tongue curved flat swiped the underside of his cock with each stroke and Christian had to work hard to keep his eyes open. But it was worth the effort. "You look beautiful," he whispered. "Such a good boy." The warm, moist heat of his lover's mouth was doing its best to undo him and he let his eyes shut for just a moment, imagining he could also feel the taste and slide of a silken shaft between his own lips. The twin sensations were too much and sparks fizzed up and down his spine, his balls tightening with need. Eyes snapping open, he thrust deeper into Johnny's mouth, watching his cock vanish inside and feeling it in his head at the same time. "Christ!" he groaned. "Gonna come." His back arched and he went still, a ragged cry escaping his throat.
Johnny swallowed as Christian spurted down his throat, still sucking and licking until the cock in his mouth went soft and slipped out. His hand was still curled around his own erection, and he turned pleading eyes up to the man standing panting in front of him. His cock ached and his balls were tight and nearly painful. He needed to come or something was going to rupture.
Christian breathed through the aftershocks, knowing full well that Johnny needed him and now needing something quite desperately from Johnny himself. When he counted himself steady enough, he drew Johnny to his feet and led him wordlessly to the couch where he sat, one foot on the floor and lay back to rest on his elbows, tugging the hand he held until Johnny was sitting beside him. He kissed his lover gently on the mouth. "Want you inside me," he whispered against the soft lips. "Want you to fuck me."
Johnny just stared for a moment, his eyes going huge. "But, I've never... I mean, I don't want to hurt you." His cock was jerking at the thought, though, and was giving him a good telling-off for trying to wiggle out of it. He knelt between Christian's knees and stroked up and down his thighs with his nails. "Are you sure?" he whispered.
He hadn't talked about this with Johnny, there hadn't been a chance and now, Christian was grateful for it. No pressure. And he knew, with the same certainty as he knew his own name, that this was right, that Johnny could take him back to that place and help him reclaim what he'd lost. He'd tell him later, he thought, sliding a hand down Johnny's cheek. Love you. Trust you, he told him silently. "Yes," he said quietly, drawing him down and parting his thighs. "Want this. Want you."
Johnny swallowed hard, partially from nerves but partially from aching desire. He nodded and reached for the tube of lube, still on the coffee table from last time they'd fucked on the couch. He smeared a blob around his hands, coating his fingers, and Adrian's lecturing explanation to Charlie popped into his head. He tried to suppress a giggle and mostly succeeded. One finger, slow....
He spread Christian's thighs a bit more and slid a slick finger behind his balls, pausing to give them a caress, then rubbed across his perineum and found the tiny pucker beyond. Easy, slow.... His lover was relaxed and not quite as tight as Johnny'd expected, so his index finger slid right in. He worked it back and forth, smooth and gentle, then added a second finger. He looked up, watching Christian's face for any hint of discomfort.
Smiling, relaxed, Christian threaded his fingers through his hair with one hand, just enjoying watching Johnny and reveling in the pleasant sensations his fingers were giving him. It was too soon for him to get hard again, but that wasn't important at all and the little thrills the agile fingers were sending up his spine were lovely. Being this comfortable, so at ease was a rare treat and his smile was good-humoured and affectionate. "Need a hand?" he teased gently.
Johnny blushed and glared, then giggled again. "I don't think so. I'm just remembering Adrian's advice -- I'm sure that'll get me through." He grinned, then watched Christian closely as he felt around... there. He found the spongy bump and caressed it gently. "Good? Too much...?"
His hips jerked in response and Christian's reply was a touch breathy. "Too good. Not enough." Despite his avowal of disinterest, his cock seemed to be trying to take notice and he shifted restlessly under Johnny's probing fingers. "Christ! Johnny, please."
Johnny beamed and gave the gland a couple more rubs, then pulled out and reinserted with a third finger. His free hand slicked up his cock while the other gently stretched and flexed, until he and his lover were both gasping. He pulled out one last time and knelt awkwardly down, propping himself on one elbow while trying to find the right spot with his other hand. It took some fumbling, and by the time he found it he was blushing from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet, but when he finally pushed in, he and Christian groaned in chorus.
The sweet face and dark eyes above him came back into focus as Christian adjusted to the weight and the surprisingly erotic feeling of him buried inside. "Love you." He kissed Johnny's mouth and then bit lightly at his bottom lip, tugging it as a tease and smiling at Johnny's expression. "Now fuck me."
"Love you back." Johnny smiled at him adoringly and carefully pulled almost-out, then slid back in. The feeling was incredible -- he'd never felt such tight pressure around his cock, the smooth, slick squeeze that had him ready to go off again within seconds. He bit his lip and fought it down, determined to do a decent job of it. And so long as he was.... He gave Christian an impish smile, then opened a tiny hole in his shield and kept on stroking.
"Oh, you little. . . ." Christian's cock was definitely responding to this, hardening and rising against his belly. And oh God, wasn't coming gonna hurt! But he didn't mind the thought, it was a delicious pain. He spread his legs wider, encouragingly, and slid a little further down on the couch, settling Johnny more comfortably between his thighs and gripping tightly at his shoulders. Sensation swallowed him and he fed it back in equal measure as his lover thrust into him, reveling in being filled with something other than fear and the rapidly building lust that blew the last of the nightmares away. "Christ! Johnny! Yes!"
Johnny gritted his teeth and sped up. He had the idea now and the motion was becoming more natural; he was pretty sure he could go faster without having to worry about coming out too far. Now, there was a prostate in there somewhere.... He shifted his hips, trying a slightly different angle with each thrust, watching Christian's face for reaction. He wished for a moment that Christian were a Projective Empath too; it'd seemed so much easier for Adrian and Charlie for their first times. He panted and kept trying.
Oh, goddamnit! Johnny was hitting his sweet spot with every other stroke now and Christian's brow was beaded with sweat, his temples moist and his hips jerked convulsively. "Oh shit! Oh Christ! Gonna come, love," he gasped, fingers tightening reflexively against what he knew was going to happen. He clenched his inner muscles around Johnny's pumping shaft and pleaded, "God! Comewithmeplease, please."
Johnny yelped when Christian squeezed around him and slammed in harder than he'd intended. The slamming pressure sent a shock straight to his balls and he yelped again. "Yes, god yes, can't hold on!" he babbled. His hips jerked forward, then again, his muscles tightening into steel cable as he gave a final arching thrust and then came, his eyes closed and his mouth open as pleasure rocketed through him.
Tendrils of sweet, sweet agony caused Christian's frame to lock as his back arched and he screamed out his release, cock pumping till it was dry. Exhausted and wrung out, he collapsed back against the cushions and licked the sweat from his upper lip even as the last pleasure-pain thrills trickled down his spine. Hands stroked Johnny's sweat-slicked skin in a soothing motion but all he could manage by way of vocalisation was a weary, hoarse, "Wow."
Johnny came back to full awareness with the echo of Christian's scream still filling his mind. His eyes shot open and he scooted up the couch until he could look down into his lover's eyes. "Are you all right? That hurt, didn't it? I did something wrong, I know it." Fear and remorse drove out all remnants of afterglow and tightened his voice. "I'm so sorry!" He cupped Christian's cheek in one gentle hand and buried his face in his shoulder, trying not to cry.
What? Oh. Christian was tired but alert enough to flip Johnny, reversing their positions and looking down at him with a grin on his face. He was not going to let this get out of hand. "I take it," he said conversationally, "that you and Liam never got round to the, 'Oh, Christian can be a bit of a pain slut at times,' conversation?"
Johnny stared up at him and shook his head. "Umm, no. He doesn't talk about patients. Well, sometimes if I'm working with that person too, but then we're both... I mean, no, he didn't." He paused, searching Christian's eyes. "Did you really like it like that?"
Christian couldn't help but chuckle. "There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, love," he told him. "And where they meet is where I was." He slid a finger down the length of Johnny's nose, his smile unabated. "And it was great!"
"Oh." Johnny still wasn't too sure about that. To him, pain just hurt, and a lot. But he knew different people liked different things, so if Christian liked it when it hurt a little, well, okay then. "All right. I mean, good." He gave him a shy smile and kissed the tip of his finger, then wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him down so that he was pressing Johnny into the cushions, covering him completely with his warm weight, still needing the security and reassurance.
"Mmm." Christian locked into a slow, languorous kiss, gently stroking Johnny's arms where they wrapped around his neck. There was a blanket around here somewhere, he'd find it in a minute, but first . . . he broke off the kiss, propped himself up on one elbow and grinned evilly down at Johnny, tracing the line of his lover's breastbone with an idle finger. "So," he smirked. "That was my day. How was yours?"