Page 48 of A Case of You

Yes, he trusted him.

Absolutely.

Completely.

Without question.

Finally, Brandon set the cup aside and cradled Stuart’s head with both hands. “Take care of your Sir, boy.” His fingers curled around Stuart’s head, digging into his scalp now with pleasant pressure.

Under him, his own cock was hard and rasping against the stiff hotel sheets, so close to getting off himself. The only thing keeping him from humping one out against the mattress was knowing he’d be punished for it later.

And not wanting to disobey his Master.

Never.

Stuart tasted salty pre-cum, warm, rolling it down his tongue and wanting more, wanting to suck his balls dry.

His good boy.

Always.

“Get ready.” Brandon’s cock hardened and he pulled Stuart deep, again pressed against his abs and the head of his cock down Stuart’s throat. Ready for him, he swallowed, moaning with Brandon, loving having done this to him, knowing he got to be the one to do this to him, alone with him and missing Jeff at the same time. There was nothing he enjoyed more than the rare weekend mornings that both men were in the mood and they didn’t have to be somewhere early, where he could suck them both off and then wait to see if they’d reward him then or make him wait.

Or make him do more to earn it.

Finally, Brandon’s cock deflated enough Stuart could breathe again. He stopped sucking but held it in his mouth, Brandon’s grip easing as he stroked Stuart’s hair. He kept his cheek pressed against Brandon’s belly, happy.

“Good boy,” Brandon whispered. “Very good. Let’s cuddle.”

Brandon slid down and Stuart climbed up, his head in the crook of Brandon’s arm and his cheek pressed against his ribs. He loved listening to his heartbeat.

Brandon turned toward him, draping his other arm and a leg over him, possessively. Forehead to forehead, he nuzzled Stuart’s nose. “And that’s how you’re going to wake me up tomorrow morning,” he whispered. “Like a good boy should.”

Oh, he was down the rabbit hole. Even as his own cock rubbed against Brandon’s hip, he sighed with aching relief. “Yes, Sir.”

Instructions.

Orders.

Order to the day.

A plan.

“Myverygood boy. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too, Sir.”

Brandon kissed him, slow and sweetly, savoring him. When his tongue demanded entrance, Stuart willingly gave it, moaning into his mouth and knowing his Sir tasted himself there.

He smiled. “Go get your coffee, baby. We have a long day ahead of us, and we need to eat breakfast.”

Sooo…

No release yet for him.

Another sigh escaped him. “Yes, Sir.”

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