Page 16 of Hiding From Laughter

Micha

It was moments like this that made me realize we had the strangest contract…but it worked for us and my nut’s idiosyncrasies.

“I got clean when I came home too.”

His dirty snickers connected the dots on what that really meant and explained why he’d taken so long in there. “Planning means you can fuck me.”

Trying not to laugh, I nodded and worked on sounding firm and Dommy, as he called it sometimes. “That’s right. You were a very good boy.”

At least about some things, the not-having lunch part we were going to discuss later.

His shiver and the way his eyes nearly rolled back in his head said the voice was already getting a reaction from him. “I like being your good boy.”

That was beyond obvious, but it seemed to jar a few more random thoughts loose, because as he started rocking and grinding against me, he began rambling. “I liked the good boy parts last night too. That’s another one. That means you’ll pinch my nipples or my dick or something. Yeah. I’m so smart.”

And so drunk.

I’d hoped for relaxed and rambling and had gotten confused, horny, and rambling. But it was a start in the right direction.

“You’re right. I think that’s a good trade.”

And an interesting one. “What can you tell me that will get pinches everywhere? I won’t be stingy if you give me a good trade.”

Drunk Ashton took that challenge seriously, but if I was being honest, sober Ashton would’ve too.

“Oh…”

Rocking faster, Ashton gave another low moan as he shivered. “You…you need to kiss me. That will help me think.”

That logic was questionable but I liked it anyway.

And he liked my teeth and tongue on his neck, so it worked out for us both.

“That’s…fuck…”

His muscles tensed as I nibbled on his ear and licking around it got another needy, sexy sound from him. “Trade. I…I remember the trade.”

Because he was a greedy slut when he was drunk.

“I liked coloring…I didn’t think I would…but I did…”

Ashton knew that was good enough to get more of his favorite kisses because he smiled and tilted his head to offer up his neck again. “I’m so fucking smart.”

And just as adorable now as he’d been before.

“You are.”

Giving his ear a sharp tug with my teeth, I chuckled as he moaned and started humping my chest again. “You’re also sexy and sweet and a good boy for making sure I knew you liked coloring.”

It was definitely a step in the right direction and got a kiss right under his ear. “What else can you tell me?”

Wanting to give him an incentive, I pinched the seat of his ass through his pants. It gave him a taste of what was to come without actually hurting him, but it also loosened his tongue and got another sexy sound from him.

“You’re…that’s…”

He was probably trying to tell me that I’d cheated, but he couldn’t actually get the words out. “I liked my bottles and tickles.”

Had he thought I wasn’t sure about that or had it been the first thing that’d come to mind?

As I wondered about that, he whined and pushed harder against me. “And…I like my quiet toy. It makes my head quieter too. Magic.”

No, little space.

“Special magic for a special boy.”

And teeth magic for a naughty one, so I kissed and licked and bit at the column of his neck, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “A very good boy who gave good trades.”

He was also a slightly desperate boy, so I wrapped my arms around him and stood up. “Hold me tight, slut. If you fall, I won’t fuck you.”

Clinging to me like a monkey, he shivered and pressed his face against my neck. “I need you…and…you need me. It’s…your…you need me.”

That was probably about the using his ass plan that’d gotten slightly derailed, so I nodded. “I do. I need that tight little ass of yours and I need your lips and I need to feel you under me.”

His body clenched around me, but he huffed and whined. “That’s cheating. Don’t make me come while I’m supposed to be good.”

“Sexy little slut. It’s not my fault you’re a naughty boy.”

Pausing as I got to the stairs, I pinched his ass again and nibbled on his ear. It got the best reaction from him and my monkey humped against me as he whined. “I’m the Dom, so I can’t cheat. Behave.”

As he grumbled about me cheating and trying to make him be naughty, I behaved myself and climbed the stairs without distracting either of us. Once we were safe on the landing I pinched him again, though. “What did I say about cheating?”

A moan was not the answer I’d been looking for, but I’d take it.

“Be good or I’ll use your ass without letting you come.”

Ashton went still before whining, but I didn’t get any words from him.

Which was actually what sober Ashton did most of the time too. He was delightfully confused about that type of scene and could never decide how he felt about it. Well, except when he knew what he wanted. So he was wonderfully confusing most of the time.

He kept me on my toes…which might’ve been one of the reasons I loved the nut so much.

“But I need to come.”

His whine was close to the way he sounded when he was easing into little space, but it took me a few seconds to realize he was faking completely. “You take care of me. I’m your good boy.”

The brat was trying to figure out a new way to manipulate me.

He was so cute.

“Do naughty boys who manipulate their Doms get rewards?”

My question had him mumbling a quiet fuck. “Excuse me?”

He was pouting as I dumped him on the bed and just kept getting cuter as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You have to stop reading my mind. It’s rude. Everyone agrees it’s rude and they can’t agree about anything.”

Who was everyone?

Nope.

“I’m your Dom and in charge of you. That means it’s not rude.”

We had the strangest arguments when he’d been drinking. “I have to be able to take good care of you and sometimes that means reading your mind. Or would you like to have these conversations out loud?”

He sucked in a breath like he was horribly offended, but he also didn’t realize he was saying nearly everything he was thinking, so I wasn’t worried. “That’s so rude too.”

“Do you want to come?”

Raising one eyebrow got a deep sigh from him and he flopped back on the bed, spreading his legs. “I thought so.”

Drama queen.

“Yes. I’m sorry. You can read my mind as long as I get an orgasm.”

His theatrics seemed to make him harder based on the way he grabbed his misbehaving dick again. “And maybe tell me I’ve been naughty?”

Dork.

“You have been naughty, so I have to tell you that.”

Growling out the ridiculous statement had him looking up at me with big doe eyes. He had the most interesting definition of romantic, and I was starting to think the romance novels he read were to blame for it. “I’m also going to have to hold you down and help you remember your place.”

“Under you.”

Sighing out the words, he sat up and snuggled against my chest. “I remember. It’s under you.”

That was definitely from a romance novel.

Just a dirty one.

“That’s right.”

Cupping his chin, I eased back just enough to make sure he was looking at my stern expression. “And I’m ready to use my little slut.”

“Aww, he’s so good to me.”

Ashton seemed to think he was talking to himself, so I ignored that part. “Yes, Master. I’m your slut.”

“Good boy.”

Between the words he loved and a gentle stroke to his cheek, he melted a bit more and looked like he was ready to start sprouting love poetry to my dick. “I’ve waited too long to use your ass, so I’m not going to be gentle with it.”

He was probably pretending his shiver was out of fright, but he’d grabbed his erection again and gave it another tug. “I…I’ll be good. Please be gentle.”

Ignoring the plea just made him more aroused and he started jerking himself off through his clothes.

Subtle, he was not.

“Stop that, slut.”

Barking out the order nearly made him come, but the confusion held him back. He didn’t seem to realize he’d been playing with himself based on his frown. “Who does that dick belong to?”

Moving us toward actually fucking him seemed like the best idea, so I quickly released his pants and pushed them down to free his erection. When it was bobbing and waving around, I grabbed it tight and glared at him. “Who does this belong to?”

Ashton’s brain was working at about ten percent capacity, but eventually he swallowed and managed to work his mouth. “You. Oh, you, Master.”

Twisting my hand, I eased a finger under his balls and between his cheeks. “And this ass?”

He was going to come if I kept barking at him, but I had to stay in character, so there was nothing I could do about it.

I’d just have to punish him if he came too soon.

Oh well.

“I…that’s…”

Licking his lips, Ashton mumbled something about saying the right thing and then aimed wide eyes at me. “You, Master.”

It’d taken him entirely too much brain power to come up with that simple sentence.

“Good boy, slut.”

Yep, if I dawdled, he was going to come and then fall right asleep…then in the morning he’d feel guilty about not making me come too.

“Roll over.”

The rough tone to the order got another shiver from him and a wince when I tugged on his dick. “Is there a problem?”

Drunk Ashton could not figure the situation out. He looked down at his lap and my hand and then back up at me. “Does he know he’s holding my dick? Would it be rude to point that out? I can’t make him feel stupid.”

He was fascinating.

“I’m sorry.”

Blinking a few times, he took a deep breath. “I’m…I’m slow?”

And doing his best to make sure he didn’t hurt my feelings?

Maybe he thought if he was rude his grumpy Master wouldn’t let him come?

“Then go faster.”

Yes, I was fucking with him. No, I wasn’t going to feel guilty about it. “I’m waiting.”

“That’s not good. Waiting is not good.”

Mumbling something that made it sound like he was worried I’d just start randomly jerking off, Ashton frowned and then lifted one leg over me and shifted onto all fours.

I was generous and rotated my hand with him so he didn’t accidentally injure himself. He just let out a dramatic huff that sounded like he thought I was ridiculous or he’d worked entirely too hard. Probably both.

“That’s much better.”

His reward for the creative problem solving was for me to yank his pants down and bare his ass, giving it a pat. “Much better.”

Burying his face against the bed, he pushed his ass up higher and offered himself up to me. “I…you…and then…yes…Master. Yes, Master.”

That wasn’t enough words for even me to decipher, but his intent was clear when he waved his ass back and forth.

Now.

He’d been politely telling me to hurry the fuck up.

It was probably good the words hadn’t come out clearly, but since he’d been saved by his own incoherentness, I reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. “You’ve kept me waiting long enough. You know what that does to me.”

The sound of the lube sent a shiver through him, but it was his romantic tone that almost made me laugh. “It makes you rough.”

Flowers and presents got happy wiggles, and rough orders and threats got romantic sighs.

I loved him so much, but he’d been very confusing to date in the beginning.

“That’s right, slut.”

Squeezing one naked cheek in front of me, I slicked up two fingers and slid them deep inside him in one thrust.

Yep, he’d been very productive when he’d been in the bathroom.

“You’re too loose, slut.”

The unsaid accusation of why had him whining and shaking his head…and his ass. “Then what have you been doing?”

Oh, he hadn’t expected that.

His hole clenched around my fingers, and he rocked his hips up and down, fucking himself as he whined. “I…I prepared myself for you, Master. I…I’m your slut.”

It wasn’t bad for how muddled his brain probably felt at the moment.

So I stretched my fingers as I slowly eased them almost all the way out, and the burn along with the threat of losing all that pleasure had him whimpering. “I was good for you. I was good. I’m your slut.”

So fucking sexy.

Pinching the underside of his ass got a yelp and another shiver, and his pleas changed to moaned-out sighs again. “Yes…I was so good…Master’s slut.”

And he was very pleased with how that was turning out.

But I liked him happy as much as he liked me being happy, so I thrust back in harder, nailing his prostate as I gave him the rough play he’d been begging for. “Fuck. Yes. I…such a good boy…”

Laughing would’ve been the wrong response for the scene, but he made it so hard to play the rough asshole.

“My good boy and don’t you forget it.”

Working on my own pants as I continued to tease Ashton was harder than he probably realized, but I was sober so that made it doable. “In fact, I think I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

When my dick was free, I pinched his ass again and as he cried out, I traded my fingers for the head of my erection. “Mine.”

Filling him halfway, I waited as he moaned and tightened around me. “Who do you belong to, slut?”

He made several sounds that gave the impression of words, but it took a few moments of shivering and trying to hump the air before he could make them work. “Yours…”

It was probably the best he could do, so his reward was a snap of my hips. Filling him completely got another needy cry…followed by a moan as he came and his body clenched around me.

“Brat.”

It wasn’t unexpected, though. Drunk Ashton came like a rocket from just breathing too hard near an erogenous zone. “Did you have permission to come?”

Pulling him up against my chest, I shoved my hand under his shirt as I continued to fuck him hard. Pinching his nipples as I chased my own pleasure got a beautiful mix of sounds from him as he tried to decide if he was being rewarded or punished.

“I…you…”

Moaning out what seemed to be fuck as I forced his body to continue to try to come, he made rambling sounds as he shook. “That’s…”

“Masters can’t cheat.”

But they could pinch their sub’s dicks and nail their prostates to make them cry out as the overwhelming sensations shattered their alcohol-soaked brains.

Bingo.

He melted against me, moaning softly as the last of his pleasure sent sparks through him. Ashton was flying, so I gave up fighting my orgasm and filled his ass with my cum. He was coherent enough to reach back and wrap one arm around my neck and mumbled something with the word love in it, and I knew how much effort that had taken him.

“Love you too, naughty boy.”

That got a tiny smile from him, but before I could ease out of him, he was out and damned near snoring. “Definitely a naughty boy.”

One who didn’t want to be sticky when he woke up.

Shit.