Page 8 of Dual Surrender

“Good boy,” he praised. “That’s a very good boy. Give all of it back to me now.”

I whimpered, bearing down and pushing the wetness out of my used hole.

“Oh, yes,” Ronan went on, swirling a finger around my rim. “Look at you. Being quite the little helper.”

“Ronan,” I murmured, though I didn’t know what I wanted to say. I reached up and touched my throat, my jaw, my chin, the places where his fingers had held me, had stopped me from breathing.

“Kevin,” he said my name back to me, coming around to stand in front of me. He held out a condom, the tip filled with the cum I’d pushed out of me. I took the condom out of his hands, my own fingers shaking as I held it in my hand. “Happy anniversary.”

I licked my lips and nodded, eyes falling closed with a smile.

“Happy anniversary, Ronan.”

What a year it had been.

Chapter Three

Ronan

After a shower, I walked into the kitchen and found Kevin hunched over the sink, condom and scissors in hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, leaning against the fridge. I cracked my neck, my spine a little sore from the rough fucking I’d given him in the playroom an hour before. I wasn’t fully dry or dressed, and water dripped down my chest while I watched him. He looked up at me, eyes wide like I’d caught him red-handed, then he snipped at the condom just below the knot.

“Didn’t want to let it go to waste,” he said with a smirk before tipping back his head and emptying the contents onto his waiting tongue.

“You’re a dirty man, Kevin.”

He squeezed all of the liquid onto his tongue and made a show of swallowing before dumping both pieces of latex into the garbage and heading toward me.

“I wasn’t like this before I met you,” he lied.

“You asked me to piss in your mouth the night we met,” I reminded him with an answering smirk.

He frowned. “But you didn’t.”

“I did the next week.” I pinched his ribs and pushed him to the side.

Behind me, Kevin made a dreamy noise, interrupted by the sound of his stomach growling. “I know it’s late, but we should eat something before bed.”

It was just shy of two in the morning and he wasn’t wrong. Kevin opened the fridge without being told and pulled out the carton of eggs and a loaf of bread.

“Did you want me to take you out for dinner tomorrow?” I asked, pouring a glass of water from the tap as he set to work scrambling half a dozen eggs for us to share. “Get you a nice surf and turf?”

“You know I don’t care about fancy dates.”

“But it’s a special occasion.”

“Didyouwant to go out for a surf and turf?” He threw the question back at me, and I shrugged.

“I like taking you out.” I crowded in behind him at the stove and slid my hands around his chest, plucking at his bare and hard nipples with the pads of my fingers. “I like showing you off.”

“You like edging me in public.”

“That too.” I kissed the back of his neck. “I like edging you everywhere, though.”

He rested his head against my shoulder and closed his eyes, sliding the scrambled eggs onto a plate without even watching. I kissed his temple and pulled two forks out of the silverware drawer.

“Come on,” I said, a warning I was about to move. “Let’s talk and eat.”