Page 8 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

He was so fucking sexy like that.

Even before he’d swallowed my cum, he’d been flying so high in subspace he couldn’t see the ground. But now that he was nuzzling and nursing on the tip of my cock, he was boneless and looked like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I knew it wouldn’t last but I was going to enjoy it as long as I could, so I stroked his head and leaned back against his headboard while he made happy little sounds.

Fucking amazing.

So it was even more confusing that he hadn’t been able to find anyone to do this with him, but the only things I could come up with were trust issues and poor communication.

Hmm…no idea why that might’ve been a problem.

But it seemed like we would do fine as long as I kept his brain turned off. The only issue with that was eventually he was going to think and I wasn’t sure what would happen then.

Like when he finally came back down to Earth and his wonderfully nuzzly subspace faded.

Anger?

Possibly.

Guilt?

Definitely.

Being weird was just the base level, so I expected that right off the bat. It was the rest of it I wasn’t so sure about.

Honesty was always a good plan and generally couldn’t get me in much trouble because I had one of those faces where people hated to get mad at me. But what kind of honest? The sincere dating kind? The helpful friend? The Dom who wanted to make him happy and horny again?

WWCD?

I’d heard people joking around the club with a What Would Conner Do ridiculousness, but in my curious situation, I was starting to understand how people got to that point.

He’d be pissed at us, though, so I wasn’t going to take his advice to heart too much, but it’d give me a starting point.

Okay.

Confidence was going to be important.

Weston would be like the insane monsters my mother called her puppies and be able to smell any kind of fear.

No hesitation.

He’d see that as fear too.

Teasing would be good or at the very least a distraction to make him squirm because floaty Wessie was already hard again based on the way his hips were squirming.

Yes.

That would work.

But for the time being, my plan was on hold while I waited to see how long he was going to fly for me.

Longer than I expected was the answer…and long enough that my dick made a valiant effort to get hard again. It was still a bit overly optimistic, though, so it was only halfway there as Weston shifted and rubbed his face against my thigh.

I kept up the soft stroking over his head and did my best to stay completely relaxed as he started making quiet thinking noises. It took a few more minutes before he went still, but he’d lasted a lot longer than I’d expected.

So…

“Oh God.”

Not good.

“How am I already hard again?”

That was good…and something I could work with.

“Because you’re my slut.” My slightly asshole comment had him groaning again, but I kept running my fingers through his hair and did my best to sound like I didn’t have a worry in the world. “And if you’re a very good boy, I’ll let you hump the bed because you were such a good cocksucker.”

Yep, the fate of the world wasn’t riding on my ability to keep him from freaking out.

It was just an everyday conversation.

Nothing stressful at all.

“I…” Weston seemed either confused or dumbfounded for a few seconds, but I did my best to keep up the relaxed front. “I did a good job?”

He was insane.

But he was my insane slut based on our conversation earlier.

“Yes, you were a very good cocksucker.” Taking a chance, I lifted his head and let him pretend to keep his eyes closed even though I knew he was peeking out at me. “You were also very cute when you got your reward and I loved all your happy sounds.”

That had him going very still, and I did my best not to show how nervous I was as I waited for him to function again.

Thirty seconds.

Not his record for being ridiculous by a long stretch, so I counted that as a win as he opened his eyes fully.

“I…I did a good job?” That seemed like a positive direction for the conversation and one I could easily agree with.

“You did.” Now how to respond? “That was an amazing orgasm and I loved seeing how deep you went in the scene.”

It showed he trusted me even though he might’ve forgotten that when his head started to clear.

“It’s been a long time since I felt that free…that good.” Swallowing, he let out a slightly nervous breath but seemed to be doing his best not to panic. “You…you make it easy to relax.”

I wasn’t sure that was the word I’d have used but it wasn’t a bad one.

“I’m glad.” Going back to stroking his head with my free hand, I kept him looking at me just in case. “I think that’s because we know each other so well and you could sense how much I liked our scene.”

That got me another rough swallow but he didn’t panic or go silent for long. “Are you mad at me that I didn’t tell you about it before?”

“No.” Maybe I should’ve been but I could see how we’d ended up not talking about it.

“I’m glad I got to know what you needed, though, and I’m glad it’s not something that I was uncomfortable with.

I’d kind of worried about that part. I knew there was something I was missing but I couldn’t figure out what it was. ”

He’d hidden that desire pretty thoroughly.

“I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to worry every time something embarrassing came up.” Licking his lips nervously, Weston relaxed into my hand. “It…it became an issue in college with a roommate. He was confused-straight not straight-straight, and I didn’t realize the difference.”

“Oh.” I’d run into that before and they weren’t always the most stable individuals.

“Yeah.” Weston scrunched his face up and sighed, but he also curled his legs up under him and snuggled into me. “We got drunk one night and he shared what he was into and I shared, and it was never the same after that.”

Idiot.

The roommate, not Wessie.

“He wasn’t attractive at all, not looks or personality, and we even had vastly different kinks, so there was nothing there, but he kept thinking I was perving on him .” Rolling his eyes, Weston huffed. “His words, not mine.”

“And it sounded like dating after that didn’t get any better.” I couldn’t relate to having an issue with it, but people had different kinks and fears. “So you learned to be very careful.”

Nodding, he let out a happy sound as I relaxed my hold so he could rest his head on my thigh. “Yeah, and you were nice and we just clicked, so I didn’t want to fuck anything up by making you uncomfortable.”

Because even some of the Doms he’d run into had obviously been uncomfortable with it.

They were idiots too.

“And then we got stuck in our rut, I guess you could say, and we didn’t talk about that kind of stuff beyond surface things.” It was entirely too easy to do and I hadn’t ever wanted to push him. “But we’re past that now and we’re not going to worry about what happened before.”

Weston let out a slightly ragged breath but seemed to believe me as he rubbed his cheek against my thigh absentmindedly. “Okay, but you’d tell me if you were upset.”

He was going to worry about that for a long time.

Fuck.

“I go hang out with the littles a couple of times a month at the club when you’re working late.” It wasn’t something I was ashamed of but my reasoning made me feel silly sometimes. “Are you going to be mad at me because I kept it from you?”

Frowning, Weston looked thoughtful, not upset. “Because they’re not pushing you to have sexual contact the first time they meet you and they’re easy to hang out with? Most seem to have nice Daddies too?”

“Yeah.” I gave a half shrug. “Some of the other Doms at the club think it’s odd because I don’t want a little.”

I wanted someone a bit naughtier than they usually came, and I’d kind of had a thing for someone else for a long time.

“So are we going to keep worrying about what we didn’t talk about in the past?” I was pretty sure it was the dry tone and raised eyebrow that made him smile, but I was glad to see him shaking his head. “Good.”

One worry down, a thousand to go.

“What is your next worry?” Might as well make sure he knew I was waiting for it. “Should I make a list or tackle them one at a time as you confess them?”

His frown was adorable but the best part was the huff and eye roll. “I don’t have a list’s worth of worries.”

Bullshit.

“Okay, so one at a time works. What’s next?” We both knew there was one even if he wasn’t squirming or panicked yet.

“You’re insane.” That was entirely possible, but his pout said I wasn’t wrong.

So I waited and something about the silence had him blushing and grumbling. He didn’t mind his own silence but it was different when I did it.

Oh…something about the humiliation thing?

We both knew what it was going to do to him in the end, no matter what it was from, so I just had fun enjoying it until he broke. “Ugh.”

This was the best kink ever.

“Fine.” Hiding his face against my thigh only seemed to get him more worked up. “I’m hard again and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Oh.

That was a worry I could handle.

“It’s going to depend on if you want your date to help you with that situation or if you want your Dom to help.” Either way, I was game. “But…if it’s your Dom that you’d like to beg for help from, that was not the right way to get it.”

He wiggled.

Oh, that was a whine.

“Is…is there one you want? Do…do you prefer one over the other?” I loved that he was feeling needy and probably greedy and still worried about what he should do to make me happy. Weston would never change. “I’m…I don’t know what to say.”

Because he hadn’t gotten this far in these kinds of relationships before.

“There is no right or wrong. Sometimes you’ll want one over the other, but I think it’s perfectly reasonable for you to still have a lot of desire that’s kink related right now.

You’ve been wanting this for a long time, and it might be a while before that need is satisfied and it takes a back seat. ”

I thought that was a logical answer as well as a good one, but he liked to keep me on my toes.

“Then what?”

Then what?

“Then we shift to different kinds of scenes for a while or we fuck like rabbits like normal dates.” Or boyfriends. Or partners. “If you’re wondering about something specific, you need to let me know.”

I was doing my best to guess but Weston was unique.

“You won’t feel…I mean, it’s perfectly normal for you to want to pick what we do and I don’t want to constantly demand it be my way.” His my way seemed to mean to humiliate him, based on how he was squirming again. “It feels wrong.”

Answer it seriously and dryly or like his asshole Dom?

Thinking was not doing him any favors, so asshole it was.

“Because you’re a demanding slut.” My dickish response had him going completely still before a shiver raced through him. “It can’t be helped unless you spend a lot of time over my lap learning how to be a good boy, but I’m not sure you can do it.”

He moaned.

I was amazing…and this was still not as hard as he seemed to think it was, so other Doms were bigger idiots than I’d originally thought.

“So when you get needy and want to beg to have hump time or to be used, I’m just going to enjoy my slut and punish you later if you can’t follow directions.

” He was at the very least pretending to hide against my thigh, so I shrugged and frowned in case he could still see me.

“There’s no reason I can’t enjoy my slut, though. ”

Yep, just a Dom with a slut, so I was going to have fun with him.

Something about it had Weston’s hips rocking and he seemed to tighten his legs together to get better friction against his dick, but that wasn’t the way the humiliation game was played.

Clearing my throat had him going still again, but I had to lean down and give his ass a tiny pop to make him feel naughtier.

It wasn’t any kind of a real spanking but it got a squeak from him. Hmm. Maybe because it wasn’t a real spanking it felt more humiliating? I was going to have to think about that, but I just reveled in the fun for the time being. “No.”

The simple naughty boy kind of tone had his entire body lighting up like he’d almost come again. “I…I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I doubt that.” I thought the sigh I let out gave it the perfect asshole tone, but I probably should’ve rolled my eyes too. “But how should you have apologized?”

That hadn’t been nearly humiliating enough for him.

“I already told you we’re going to keep practicing until you get it right the first time, every time.” Because that was going to be fun.

His whimper said he knew it too.

“I…” Taking a slightly ragged breath, he managed to stay still for several long moments before his hips jerked again and he gave in. “I’m sorry I…I’m sorry I tried to play with my toy, Sir.”

“That’s better. But let’s try again.” My disappointed tone had another shiver racing through him. “You’re trying to sound too boring and we both know that’s not who you are. No playing pretend here. So be a good boy and try again.”

That got another jerk from him and it looked like he was trying to hump the bed, but he’d tucked his legs under his torso and couldn’t manage that yet. Something about it had him sinking deeper into the right headspace again, though.

His sexy whine made me smile, and I was his asshole Dom, so I didn’t even have to hide it. “I’m…I’m sorry I tried to play…to play humpies on the bed with your toy, Sir.”

Oh, I liked that one.

“Good boy.” Petting his head, I used the kindergarten teacher tone that always made him squirm. It was close to the tone the Daddies used, but the exaggerated emotions of it made him react amazingly. “That’s my toy and you didn’t ask for humpies.”

Best. Kink. Ever.

“Now, let’s try to handle that little problem of yours.”

This just kept getting better and better.