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“Gus. Gus, I need to move.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. Yes, I can’t stay still. I
can’t
.”

He leaned in and traced that delicate tattoo with his tongue. “I know you can.” He whispered the words into Bastian’s ear and licked again.

Bastian’s whimper was so sweet, needy. “You do?”

“I do.” He licked once more and then straightened, smacked the tops of Bastian’s thighs. The skin was hot now, flushed with blood called to the surface.

Bastian’s face shone with sweat, toes curling, eyes closed tight.

“Yes,” he murmured. “So beautiful. So strong, my Precious.” He bent to kiss the small of Bastian’s back.

Bastian took in a shaky breath, trembling. “Yours. Yours.”

“Yes, Bastian. Mine.” He sucked on two of his fingers and then pushed them into Bastian’s ass, need beginning to ride him. His Bastian was so beautiful, made him wanton. Bastian took him in, hole pulling him deep, body begging for more.

Oh, yes, his greedy, eager lover. He made it three fingers, working hard and fast to get Bastian ready for his cock.

“Gus. More. I need. Love...” Bastian struggled up on his hands and knees, riding his fingers.

“Yes, Precious, yes.” He moved on the mattress, kneeling behind Bastian, hands spreading the hot cheeks.

Bastian braced, rocking back towards him. “Need you. Fill me. Fuck.”

He slapped that ass again. “Behave, Bastian, or I might leave you wanting.”

Another low groan sounded, Bastian shaking his head. “No. I’ll behave. Anything you want.”

“Then let me drive, sweet boy.” He pushed his cock into Bastian’s body, groaning at the heat and tightness of it.

“Oh...” Bastian took a deep breath, the tension in the pale spine visibly easing.

He chuckled and bent to slide his lips along Bastian’s shoulder. “Impatient one.”

“Mm-hmm. For you. Nothing like you.” It was like magic, the way Bastian melted for a good fuck.

“Flatterer,” he accused. He was well-pleased, though, with Bastian’s words.

“No. Truth.” Bastian stretched, ass squeezing him.

He groaned, hands raking down along Bastian’s back before he started to thrust, pushing his hips tight against that red ass over and over again. Burning for him. Bastian was fucking burning around him. He wrapped his hands around Bastian’s hips, fingers digging in as he began to pull that tight body back onto his cock. Bastian pushed back, riding him, soft words pouring from his lover, begging, pleading for release.

“No, no, my Precious. When I decide.” He hit Bastian’s ass again and rode him harder, really getting his hips into it.

Bastian struggled, fighting him, fighting his will, Gus’ body moving and rocking, knowing what his lover needed. He growled, hands tightening further, changing the rhythm, thrusting and pulling Bastian back on his terms.

Gus felt it, around his cock, under his hands, when Bastian stopped thinking and simply offered himself over. He purred, changing the rhythm again, finding Bastian’s gland and nailing it over and over and over again.

Low, deep sounds filled the air, Bastian no longer begging, just feeling, soaring, riding the sensations. Gus let himself go, soared with Bastian. He lost all sense of time, of anything but the way they felt, bodies moving together.

Almost without thinking, running as on instinct as his lover was, Gus’ hand slid forward and undid the top knot on the leather binding Bastian’s need. A desperate cry filled the air, Bastian pushing back against his chest. He wrapped one arm around Bastian, holding him up, pounding in, hand pumping the freed cock.

Heat sprayed over his fingers, the scent of Bastian’s need heady.

“Yes,” he whispered it, hips pumping as his own seed poured into Bastian’s body.

Bastian moaned low, sinking down onto the mattress, arms giving out. He went down with his lover, cock sliding from the wicked heat. He purred softly, hands stroking Bastian’s sides. “Beautiful.”

Bastian sighed softly, relaxed and quiet beneath him. “Love.”

Gus nodded and moved to lie beside Bastian on the wide couch, pulling his lover to him. “Yes, and I love you, Bastian.”

Bastian curled close, nodding, hands sliding around his waist.

“Perhaps we should call Del’s Kitchen for supper tonight; I have no desire to let you go long enough to make food to fill our bellies.” He would not waste a moment of Bastian curled close and cozy, pliant and happy in his arms.

“That sounds perfect, Augie.” Bastian smiled up at him, kissed his chin. “A whole three days for us. It sounds perfect.”

“It is,” he agreed, bending to bring their mouths together. “It is perfect.”

***

He slept deep all night and woke up bright and early. Augie was sleeping hard and Bastian covered him up before going to put fruit turnovers in the warmer and heading into his workshop. He closed the door behind him, smiling as the outside world fell away. His workshop was bright, the morning suns coming through the many oddly shaped windows on the eastern wall. It was crowded and warm, piles of things here and there and everywhere, and he knew where to find each and every one. He sat at his workbench, fingers sliding over tools and materials.

Within ten chronos he was lost in the tiny pieces, the miniatures he created, lost in sanding and trimming and gluing.

He had no idea how long he’d been there when the fire alarm went off, the tone strident and loud.

Oh. Curses!

He ran to the kitchen and pulled the turnovers out, scorching his fingers as he tossed the turnovers into the sink and whacked the alarm. “Shh. No waking Gus. Damn.”

“Too late,” growled his lover, Gus blinking and naked in the doorway. “What happened? Are you all right, Bastian?”

“Was warming up breakfast and it got smoky.” He ran his fingers under the cold water.

“You hurt yourself!” Gus took his hand and turned it from side to side, checking closely, tsking at what he saw. “I’ll get the burn cream.”

Well, he hadn’t done it on purpose. He wrinkled his nose and started pulling out more pastries.

Gus returned a moment later. “Leave them. I’ll do it after I’ve taken care of you.”

He was led over to the mosaic topped table, Gus fussing and cleaning, creaming and bandaging the small blisters on his fingers.

“Sorry, Augie. I got caught in the workshop and lost track of time.” Again.

Gus nodded and stroked the back of his hand. “The turnovers are replaceable. You? Not so much, hmm?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I have a double, yeah?”

“It isn’t your double I want, Precious. It is you.” Gus kissed his nose. “I don’t care what your twin looks like, he isn’t you.”

“No. No, he isn’t like me. Not at all.” Jacob was... loud and harsh and loud.

“Then there is still only one you, and you are not replaceable.” Gus sounded very sure, and that confidence and love was echoed in the kiss he was given, Gus’ hands sliding to cup his ass.

He cuddled in, lips parting eagerly. He loved the flavors of Gus, the hunger.

“I have your favorite breakfast right here, anyway, Bastian.” Gus pressed against him, cock hard and hot.

“Mmm... all for me?” He rubbed, rocking a little.

“Only you,” murmured Gus, hands guiding his movements.

“Good.” He took another kiss and another, moaning low.

One hand stayed on his ass, the other moved between them, sliding up under his shirt and tweaking his nipples. Oh. He gasped, nipples going tight, almost like they were begging for more. Gus purred and came back to them, pinching.

“Gus. I.” He stretched, shivered. So big. Everything with Gus was so big.

“I dreamed about you wearing my rings in these.” Gus’ fingers tugged and played. “Of how you would look. How it would feel.”

Bastian gasped, nodded, cock rubbing faster, harder. “I would. For you.”

“I know you would. I think maybe you will. I’ll make an appointment for next week. So we can both think about it. Anticipation is half the pleasure.”

“Only half?” He gasped, tongue lapping at Gus’ lips.

Gus chuckled, moaned and pressed closer. “At least half.”

“Tease.” He wanted. Now.

“That is what anticipation is all about, Bastian.”

He smiled, leaned into Gus more fully as he nodded. “What would I do without you?”

“I have no desire to find out, Precious. You are mine, and that is the way it is staying.”

“Yes. Yours.” Gods, Gus was warm.

“Yes. Now I have a need, sweet Bastian. Your mouth builds a fire in me.”

He nodded, sliding down to kneel between Gus’ legs, lips open, hungry. Gus moaned, hands dropping to Bastian’s head, fingers sliding through his hair.

“Oh, my Precious. Your mouth...”

“Want...” His lips dropped down over the thick-thick prick, sucking hard, eyes rolling with it.

Gus moaned, fingers tightening in his hair, muscles in Gus’ thighs flexing. He closed his eyes, let Gus move him, push him, guide him.

“So good, Precious.” Gus’ hips moved slowly but pushed the thick cock deep each time.

He forced himself to relax, let Gus in and in and in, fighting the gasps when Gus blocked his airway.

“Perfect.” Gus’ voice was strained, pleasure making it thick. The word made him shudder, made him shake. So pleased. “Yes, my Precious, perfect.”

Gus’ hips moved faster, sliding his cock in faster and faster, burning along his tongue. He swallowed, tugged, throat closing around the head of Gus’ prick.

“Yes! Yes, Bastian. Soon.” Gus moved even faster, driving into his mouth now. His hands wrapped around Gus’ thighs, squeezing, eyes going wide.

“Love...” The word was whispered, Gus’ prick throbbing, shooting come down his throat. He drank down every drop, heart pounding, cock throbbing in his pants.

Gus stayed buried in his throat for a long moment before slowly pulling away. “Just perfect.”

He caught his breath, cheek on Gus’s thigh. “Love you.”

“Yes. Yes, my beautiful Bastian.” The hand in his hair stroked, slid over his head.

Bastian nodded, purred low and slow.

“And now I suppose you are wanting, dear Bastian.” Gus chuckled, thumb sliding across his lower lip.

“You? Always.” He sucked the thumb in, humming low.

Gus chuckled. “Wanton.”

Bastian released Gus’ thumb. “What’s your point?” He smiled up, kissing Gus’ hand.

Gus laughed. “Oh, I think you already had my point.” They laughed together, and he crawled back up into Gus’ lap.

Gus hummed, hands sliding over his clothes, working to undo and remove his overalls. He helped, getting naked, shifting and moving under that touch. Once he was naked, Gus bent him back, mouth going to his nipples. He arched, stretched, pushing into the warm lips. Gus rumbled against his skin, lips closing over his nipples, tugging on them, teeth biting.

“Oh. No biting. It’s too big. Too big.” Oh, that got him a growl and good, solid bite.

He bent backwards, hands reaching for the floor.

Gus moaned. “Oh, Precious...” Those fingers slid along his sides, tickling, rubbing.

“Tickles!” He rippled, stomach going tight.

Gus chuckled and the touch became firmer.

“Oh... More?” He was hard, wanting, needing.

“I love the way you want me,” murmured Gus, biting his nipples again, fingers dragging across his skin.

“Need you.” He pushed back up, trying to hide his chest against Gus’.

“You have me.” His efforts were no use, Gus gnawing on his right nipple and then the other one.

“So much. So much.” He wriggled, breath gasping from him.

“All for you.” Gus’ teeth dragged down to his belly, tongue pushing into his navel.

“Uh-huh.” He was getting lightheaded, heart pounding.

Then Gus’ tongue licked across the tip of his cock before it was sucked into the heat of Gus’ mouth.

“Augie!” He jerked, panting, head shaking back and forth. “Fuck!”

Gus hummed around his prick, sucking hard, teeth threatening.

“N...no biting. Please. No biting.” He sobbed, hips trying to jerk.

Gus’ teeth scraped their way up his cock before the bobbing started, teeth gone, Gus’ head moving up and down.

He moaned, the sound pushing out of him. “Gonna make me come...”

The suction got harder and Gus’ teeth pulled randomly along his cock again.

He bucked and came, hands shaking, room just swirling. Gus swallowed around him and then pulled away, hands sliding up his back and helping him right himself. Oh, there was a self-satisfied smile on his Gus’ face.

He swayed, lips parted. “Oh. Wow. Morning.”

Gus purred, lips finding his. Warm and wet, Gus’ mouth tasted like him. Pushing into the kiss, Bastian just melted. Humming. Gus gathered him up, hands on his ass and, still kissing him, carried him back to their room, to their soft bed and warm covers.

Oh. Comfy. He cuddled in, wriggling until he was settled.

“Rest up, Precious. In a few hours we will have a light meal and then play.”

“Play?” He shivered, nodded. “I remember the first time you said that to me.”

“I should hope so.”

“Do you remember as well?”

“I can remember the way you smelled when I first met you, what you were wearing.” Gus laughed softly. “That crazy thing you’d done with your hair.”

“It was in fashion...” It had been uncomfortable and ugly, but everyone had done it.

Gus snorted. “It looked like an animal had died on your head.”

One of Gus’ hands slid along his chest, stroking him gently. “But you shone nonetheless, and I wanted nothing more than to string you up by your wrists and beat you until that pale skin was rosy.”

“I was caught by your eyes.” Still was.

“And my hands,” murmured Gus, meaning it quite literally, Bastian knew.

“Yes.” He nodded, bit his lip. Those hands.

“You were scared that night, but you submitted nonetheless.”

“You demanded so much, I didn’t know what else to do.”

Gus chuckled. “That isn’t why you stayed.”

“No. It isn’t why I stayed.” He smiled up.

“No. You stayed because you discovered you needed it.”

“No. I stayed because I fell in love.”

Gus purred, rolling him beneath the large, strong body. “I love you, too, my Precious.”