Jittery despite Sky’s texted assurances, Trevor sat in the dark of the backyard for a while, trying to make himself think of where he and his grandma could place solar lights. He looked over the fence to peek at the light in G.G.’s living room. He thought about messaging G.G. since he had G.G.’s number now, but didn’t want to disturb G.G.’s evening or accidentally leave him wanting like he had the night before.
He played with Ellie to wear her out because she was picking up on his nervous energy. Then he went in to take a shower and get ready for bed with no intention of sleeping any time soon.
Mr. Tammy trotted after him as Trevor came back down the hall, apparently convinced Trevor was going to give him a treat for some reason—which Trevor did, and then had to get one for Ellie as well to avoid jealous pouts. He had just dried his hands after washing up from that when a knock on the door stopped him.
Only the vaguest of shapes were visible out the kitchen window: someone moving around on the porch, the taillights of a car out on the street.
Ellie went on alert, tail wagging pertly as Trevor went to the front door to flick on the porch light and peer through the peephole.
He saw a pouf of blue hair and someone pulling off a Venom face mask, and then he was tearing the door open to get Sky in his arms. A word, a nervous greeting, fell from Sky in the half second before Trevor was on him, an oof sound as Trevor squeezed him and pulled him off his sneakered feet. Too tight, Trevor’s mind screamed at him, you’re holding Sky too tight. Then Sky’s arms were around him and his glasses nudged into Trevor’s cheek and jaw before Sky turned his head to try to bury his face in Trevor’s neck.
The car left the street. Ellie, grasping that something was different and emotions were high, was on the porch with them, although she was a good, if excited, girl and didn’t go farther than that. She circled them both, yipping softly until Trevor muttered, “Shush, Ellie girl,” while inhaling Sky’s shampoo and aftershave. Sky hadn’t changed brands. Trevor was weirdly happy to know that.
Sky ended Trevor’s moment of dazed observation by abruptly jerking his head back and wiggling his feet to the ground to gaze up at Trevor. He looked from Trevor’s bald head and buzzed hair to Trevor’s eyebrows and his eyes, and then to his nose and mouth before he met Trevor’s eyes again. Sky stared without a word, curling his hands into Trevor’s t-shirt as if he had no intention of ever letting go.
You’re holding him too tight, Trevor’s brain told him again. Trevor even agreed. It took strength he didn’t know he had to relax, although he couldn’t entirely release him.
“Hey,” Trevor said at last, smiling.
Sky was in at least three layers, a tee, flannel, and a sweatshirt. He had on jeans and he’d styled his hair. His glasses were smudged on one side, probably from Trevor’s cheek.
He smiled back, showing the slight gap in his teeth. “Hey.”
Ellie tried to stick her nose between them and was big enough to make herself impossible to ignore. Trevor scowled, but Sky glanced to her, so Trevor surrendered to the inevitable and stepped back enough that Sky could bend down.
Sky put himself face-to-face with Ellie, who wagged her tail hopefully.
“Ellie,” Trevor introduced them in a whisper, “this is Sky.”
Sky let Ellie sniff his hand, then reached out ever so carefully to smooth his fingertips over her face from her snout to her ears. He scratched behind those, making Ellie loll her tongue.
“My replacement is softer than I expected,” Sky observed.
“I don’t like that joke.” Trevor was quiet but clear. “It’s not you saying you’re a pet. It’s you thinking I could replace you.”
Sky stayed with Ellie for another moment, then straightened. He looked at Trevor with his head down, his gaze only a teasing hint above his glasses. “Sorry, Sir.”
Trevor pulled him close to kiss his sly mouth and steal his breath, overwhelmed with furious joy when Sky wrapped his arms around his shoulders to make the kiss go on. Sky’s feet left the ground again.
He was panting when Trevor finally set him back down. He blinked several times. “I keep forgetting you exercise now.”
“Shut up.” This time, Trevor bent down to brush a kiss over Sky’s hair and let out a small, grateful sigh. “I have questions, but we should probably go in. Nancy might look over if she’s up and then she’ll worry about this somehow too.” Trevor phrased it like a suggestion but he was already ushering Sky across the threshold and into his house, where Trevor could look at him and touch him and keep him.
“Grandma is asleep,” Trevor continued once they were on the other side of the closed door, keeping his voice down as though his thoughts weren’t ringing. “But she’s going to be so happy to see you.” He raised his voice for Ellie. “Ellie, behave.”
Ellie sat with a pouty ruff sound.
Sky tore his gaze away from Trevor to find the brat poodle again. “I don’t hate you, Ellie,” Sky told her, as if anyone hating her had ever crossed Ellie’s pampered mind. “I was jealous. But I’m glad you were here for him.”
Trevor pushed Sky against the nearest wall to kiss him again, his hands at Sky’s hips to hold him still, Sky’s hands roving over Trevor’s chest.
Pulling away was getting more difficult. Trevor panted over Sky’s parted lips, then turned and bent to breathe hard into Sky’s neck. “I should ask what you’re doing here but I don’t care why because you’re here. Wait.” He brought his head up. “How are you here? I just spoke to you and you were….” At home, or so Trevor had assumed.
Sky’s hands found their way under Trevor’s shirt. “I was already on my way here,” he said with faint amusement, a distracted wizard forced to explain his magic. “I’ve been planning. Then, after last night I had to.”
Never before had Trevor wanted to have Sky at his mercy and begging as much as he did at hearing that. He didn’t even know what he would do, restrain him and torture him or kiss him senseless. Or both. Both were good.
“Explain,” he ordered, dropping down to kiss Sky before Sky could answer.
Sky complained with a whiny sigh but pulled Trevor closer. “I had to see you,” he answered after a shiver, then twitched. “Oh shit. I left my bags outside.”
Bags meant Sky planned on a real visit.
Trevor was outside to retrieve them in a flash, dropping them next to Sky and shutting the door again before pressing back against Sky, intending to kiss him as many times as Sky allowed. But Sky tipped his head up to stare at him and then gave a long sigh that left Trevor frowning uncertainly.
“You want me here?” Sky asked, the most ludicrous question he could ever have asked. He must have read the answer on Trevor’s face, because he smiled. “After that I was pretty sure. But I did invite myself and that is rude by all rules of, uh, etiquette. You… I’ve missed looking at you. Real you, not computer you.”
“You like being rude. It means I’ll punish you.” Trevor gently knocked Sky’s glasses back into their proper position. “I’ve missed real you too.”
The expression on Sky’s face shifted, his eyes seeming to shine before he shut them and put a hand over his mouth. Trevor crowded him in against the wall, keeping the pressure light but steady, waiting for Sky’s eyes to open and find him.
“Feeling too much?” Trevor wondered. “Do you want stillness?”
“Yes, but not yet.” Sky swallowed before leaning in to hide his face against Trevor’s shoulder. He flexed his hands then settled them over Trevor’s ribs. “Trevor,” he began after a moment, strangely tentative, “not to be smarter than you….”
Trevor didn’t give a single shit about that. “Go on, smart boy.”
Sky laughed a little. “After last night,” he said again. “Actually, before then… I went to the queer bookstore.”
Trevor didn’t even try to understand why this was important right now. “The one like two blocks from your apartment that I looked up for you when you said you weren’t sure about your new neighborhood?” That had been years ago. Sky hadn’t gone in until now?
“Yes,” Sky grumbled, probably knowing exactly what Trevor was thinking. “And I bought books on domination for you.” Trevor twitched involuntarily. In his defense, hearing Sky say “domination” without squirming over it was startling. So was the idea of Sky buying physical paper books on the subject, in person, which meant that he’d very likely had to say the word to someone else as well.
“Good boy,” Trevor said automatically, kissing his temple.
Sky sighed. “Make things difficult,” he muttered while tracing anxious patterns over Trevor’s skin. Sigils for protection, Trevor imagined. “I also… while I was there… got one on polyamory, just in case.” Trevor at least didn’t jump this time. “Although I can’t vouch for it,” Sky went on, back to grumbling. “The employees there cooed at me. Horrible. One-star behavior. Do not recommend.”
Cooing might have happened, but more likely, Sky had bristled at having to ask others for information he wasn’t sure about wanting and also felt he should have already known, and in response, the employees had been extra courteous.
“What did they say when they cooed?” Trevor wondered sympathetically while trying to process both Sky getting the books and what Sky must think Trevor needed.
Sky cleared his throat, then finally raised his head. “It doesn’t matter as long as I didn’t fuck up with this.”
Trevor shook his head, probably smiling despite Sky’s obvious nerves. Trevor had looked up a lot of things about D/s and BDSM but mostly found porn, which was never a reliable source, no matter how hot it might be. Likewise, personal blogs had to be taken with a grain of salt, or a whole fucking salt cellar. Trust Sky to look for information in a way that would filter some of that out. “Well done,” Trevor praised him easily. “So clever of you.”
“Well, you think you’re entry level, or whatever,” Sky said defensively as though no praise had happened. He lowered his gaze and continued skating his fingertips over Trevor’s stomach and hips. “And once I bought them, I thought, maybe I could give them to you myself. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I was going to ask, to try to ease you into the idea of a visit.” Trevor started to scoff at the idea of needing to be ‘eased into’ Sky visiting him, but then Sky unexpectedly looked up. “Then last night. Last night. I told you that I… I told you what I told you, and you liked it. You wanted to hear it. Then I had to be here to see you and touch you.” He started to talk faster. “And also help you if you needed it, or to win you back if Hot Neighbor turned out to be a dragon too.”
“Dwarf,” Trevor revealed his conclusion absently. “Close, though.”
Sky frowned sulkily while absorbing that information, then brightened in understanding. “Ah. He also makes and keeps treasure.” He pulled one hand from under Trevor’s t-shirt to pet the spot over Trevor’s heart. He stared at his own hand. “And he wants to keep you.”
G.G. might want to keep Trevor around, but he wasn’t going to try to. Not right now. Trevor put his hand over Sky’s. “He told me to keep you.”
A suspicious look over the rim of Sky’s wire frames followed that. “He doesn’t even know me.”
Trevor shrugged with false nonchalance. “I’ve talked about you a little.”
Sky tipped his head up that much more, studying Trevor with sudden, intense interest. “I was on my way to see you and you called to tell me you loved me.”
“Yeah.” Trevor had to agree. “I did. Because I do.”
“And you told him that while you were being Brian with him?” Sky demanded, voice rising enough to be worrisome.
Trevor took Sky’s hand and pushed it to the wall by Sky’s head. “Just Trevor now, I think. Trevor for you until you can call me what I am and mean it. And you know what that is, don’t you, smart boy?”
Sky’s wide eyes stayed fixed on Trevor. “It’s…. It’s hard to say.”
“I know that, baby,” Trevor murmured, leaning in to speak into Sky’s ear. “I can wait. I’m just happy that you’re here and that you want to say it.”
“So much.” It was nearly a whimper.
Trevor dropped Sky’s hand so he could draw a line over Sky’s shoulders, then down over his t-shirt to his waist. “Can I?”
As if the wall was the only thing keeping Sky on his feet, Sky pressed himself to it, breathing harder. “You could tell me to do anything.”
Trevor kissed his neck, under his ear, the small spot Sky had missed when shaving, probably too anxious to do a good job. “I’m asking.”
It might as well have been an order for how Sky took it. He curled a hand over Trevor’s nape and then into his hair. “I’ll make noise,” he warned Trevor without stopping him.
Sky’s fly was easily dealt with, his boxers already wet, his t-dick throbbing under the push of Trevor’s hand. And he made noise, exactly as he said, like he always did.
Trevor paused only to grab Sky’s other hand and a bunch of the loose fabric of his sweatshirt sleeve and bring it up to Sky’s face. “In your mouth,” he ordered, watching Sky as he scowled yet accepted a mouthful of black cotton, only to immediately close his eyes and moan around the cloth.
He was shaking seconds after that, gasping silently as he arched from the wall to rock against Trevor’s hand.
Trevor kissed him after he came, then worked his thumb until Sky was trembling and gasping with another orgasm. He stopped only when Sky fell forward against him and spit out his sleeve to catch his breath against Trevor’s collarbone.
Pleased with himself, Trevor reluctantly pulled his hand from Sky’s boxers and slid wet fingers over Sky’s hip.
“I came here intending to not pressure you into anything,” Sky panted after a minute or two. It was the start of some sort of longer thought or speech that Sky was trying to put his mind back together to say.
“Making you come is one of my favorite things.” Trevor brushed his lips across Sky’s cheekbone, smug about disrupting Sky’s circuits.
Sky shivered. “But I was going to…”
“Later,” Trevor promised. “Do you need to eat? Clean up? Sleep?”
Sky jerked, bumping into the wall. “Sleep?” he echoed, outraged, looking feverish and, as an old book might have said, well-pleasured.
Trevor wouldn’t be sleeping for a while yet either. “Would you like to see my garden?” he offered, although there wouldn’t be much to see at night.
Sky stared at him, then stared some more, then exhaled as if exasperated. “Yes. Of course. But then….”
“But then,” Trevor agreed, and didn’t object when Sky stretched up to kiss him.
Trevor straightened his room as much as it could be straightened while Sky washed up and got ready for bed in the bathroom. When Sky slipped into the room sometime later, a serious look on his face, wearing boxers for sleep and a tank top probably because of Trevor’s grandmother, Ellie came in with him.
He and Sky absolutely needed to talk. Trevor also absolutely needed to get his hands on Sky again. He reached out to snag Sky by his shirt and then fell back onto his bed with Sky on top of him.
Sky grunted in surprise, but shifted up to straddle Trevor’s waist, his knees on the bed, Trevor’s feet above the floor. Trevor steadied him and as if relying on that, Sky immediately fell forward over him to put his serious face directly above Trevor’s smiling one.
“If you could stop being difficult,” Sky began, which was such a funny thing for Sky to say that Trevor scoffed without controlling his besotted staring. “This is important, Brian Trevor.”
“Did you pick up the habit of calling me that from talking with my grandma or did she get it from you?” Trevor wondered idly, pausing to push up Sky’s glasses when they started to slip down his nose.
Sky sighed a sigh of minty exasperation and wriggled his hips, which did get Trevor’s attention. “So,” Sky said firmly. The scrolls had been consulted; Trevor nodded to show he was listening. Sky’s lips twitched but he didn’t smile as he sat up to watch Trevor with more distance. “I skimmed one of those books on the plane.”
“Bet the person sitting next to you loved that,” Trevor remarked dryly. “Were there pictures in that book?”
“Shut up.” Sky tugged on the hem of Trevor’s t-shirt with one hand, the other gesturing gracefully at nothing. “Yes. But shush and listen to me.” He cleared his throat, his hand briefly going still. “If you wanted a rest, I’m fully prepared to take care of you.” His tone was formal but uncertain, especially when he went on, his gaze dropping to the bed itself. “Also, I should—I will—tell you after, when I’m more aware, that you pleased me or that I still felt safe. So you don’t worry, or feel like a failure or a monster. I should have been doing that, they said. And you asked me to, the other day. I’m sorry.”
Trevor only didn’t squirm because he didn’t want to send Sky tumbling to the floor.
“Oh.” He didn’t know what else to say. Sky’s serious expression made more sense. “I didn’t expect that. Take care of me?”
Sky’s gaze came back to him. “However you like.” He was still formal enough to be at a business meeting. “The care and feeding of your Dom… a Dom. Or whatever.” His gaze skipped away again. “Well, not feeding. We both know I wouldn’t feed you right. But the rest. Telling you what I like more and making sure you get a rest too. I don’t know if you want me to try to… to do that to you.” He darted a look back to Trevor and cracked a smile. “Ah ha, your face right now. That’s a no?” He didn’t seem too surprised. “But I can take care of you in other ways. I can top you again, if you like that.”
Trevor tried to smooth away whatever his expression had been at the idea of Sky or anyone else bossing him around. It felt rude to be bothered by it considering what he did to Sky, and now G.G., so he tried to imagine G.G. telling him what to do and, no, no he didn’t like that either. There was probably a way that wouldn’t get Trevor’s back up and make him think of his family being lovingly condescending, but he didn’t know it.
“Desperate to get this ass?” he asked Sky instead.
Sky gave him a wickedly considering look. “You said once no one ever fucked you but me. Is that still true?”
He was smug. Trevor rolled his eyes. “Yes, Sky, you’re the only one to ever own my ass.”
Pleased, Sky beamed a smile at the ceiling before offering, faux-casually, “Well, I could again, if you wanted. I happen to have come prepared.”
Trevor laughed, holding Sky tighter to keep him from falling. “You brought your strap through TSA for this visit?”
“Fucking TSA,” Sky hissed reflexively. But he shrugged. “They’ve seen worse. We don’t have to use it. You can still be pushy. But I thought, with everything… maybe you might need that. And if you don’t, or don’t right now, you are more than welcome to push me around or fuck me. I’ll be quiet, I swear.”
More than welcome. Sky was still trying to skirt things, though Trevor was more fond than annoyed at the moment. “You could just say it.”
He got a glower and then Sky scrambling backwards to get off him. “Oh, I suppose G.G. would…” he started, then seemed to remember they hadn’t been fully on the bed. His eyes went comically round right as he tumbled to the floor.
Ellie was up even before Trevor was, her nose to Sky’s nose and then her tongue all over his face the second Sky made the mistake of laughing. Trevor got to his feet slowly, needing the moment to clear the amusement from his voice so Ellie would listen.
“Ellie,” he said, not really stern, but firm enough for her to sit back and give him resentful looks until Trevor shooed her out the door. “Go lick Mr. Tammy for a while.”
Sky was laughing while also wiping his face on his arms in disgust.
“You can’t laugh or she thinks she can get away with it,” Trevor reminded him, extending a hand to help Sky up, but Sky ignored it to clamber on all fours over to his luggage. He dug around, then pulled out a silicone cock, which he set almost primly on the bed before folding his hands in his lap. He didn’t bother to get anything else from his luggage, indicating what he wanted without words.
Wriggling yet again, though Trevor was not particularly annoyed at the moment. He was still too delighted to have Sky here with him.
Sky stayed on the floor, apparently to consider Ellie’s dog bed. “I don’t know if it turns me on to think of being in a bed like that,” he remarked, staring at it. “But you ordering me to makes me….” He twitched, like he’d tried to repress a shiver. “Okay, I already hate talking about this.”
“I could order you there now,” Trevor observed calmly. Sky twisted around to give him a wary look. That look said Sky would go if Trevor told him to. And hate it. And love it.
The complexities of Sky.
Trevor supposed he ought to feel a rush of power. He ought to be a smirking daddy type holding a leather belt suggestively in a video clip. He played the scenario out for himself, mostly interested in how malleable he could get the genius in front of him after such a humiliation.
But that wasn’t for tonight. He smiled. “On the human bed, please, Sky. For now, at least.”
Sky’s gasp was outraged, but he got up.
The second he was on his feet, Trevor stepped over to push him onto the bed on his back. Sky gasped again but stayed where he fell, his legs and feet dangling.
“I’d kiss you, but your face is covered in dog slobber,” Trevor commented, enjoying Sky’s brief spark of visible fury. “Turn over. I’d rather not forget, and this is all you want anyway, right?”
He was mostly but not completely joking. Despite Sky’s earlier promise, here they were again.
Sky froze, dark eyes going wide. “No. You know it’s not.”
“Then say the words,” Trevor ordered pleasantly.
“I was going to take care of you,” Sky argued like he wasn’t opening his legs to try to get Trevor between them. “Bri… Trevor. Trevor. Are you going to make me beg now?” His expression said he wasn’t sure if he wanted that or not, although Trevor suspected he would beg either way.
“Not if you say it.” Trevor picked up the silicone cock to study it. It wasn’t one he’d seen before, and he didn’t think it had been bought with Trevor’s ass in mind. Not at that size.
“I want you to fuck me.” Sky sank his teeth into his bottom lip when Trevor experimentally stroked the thick length of silicone.
Trevor met his stare. “If you want me to do things to you as punishments, then fine. But you can also always ask.”
“Will you please fuck me?” Sky asked immediately with exaggerated politeness.
“But that’s not all you want, is it, Sky baby?” Trevor returned, smiling and mean. “Do you want me to be a little pushy tonight? Or a lot?”
Sky’s chest was heaving, which meant he liked both ideas. But what he said was, “I want you, Sir,” in a voice that barely shook.
He was trying so hard.
“So roll over, smart boy.” Trevor pretended not to see Sky’s startled, shy head bob. “Don’t think I forgot how you like it.”
On his knees and, more often than not, curled in tight on himself, almost uncomfortably so. Wrists together sometimes as well. Trevor would have assumed it was about the pain but suspected more that Sky liked to be a helpless yet protected creature completely at Trevor’s mercy.
Admittedly, Trevor also liked that.
“I’m not going to tie you up today.” Trevor kept his voice steady even while pulling Sky’s boxers down to his knees. He didn’t remove them because even a slight restraint would get Sky wet. “Wait.” Trevor put a hand out. “Give me your glasses. I don’t want them crushed.”
Sky shivered at the gentler order but obediently handed Trevor his glasses. Trevor folded them and put them on the nightstand. Then he reached into the drawer on the stand to pull out some bottles of lube, which he tossed onto the bed. He took a moment, then several moments, to study the picture Sky made, dragging up Sky’s tank top to expose more of his skin. Sky said, “Ah, fuck,” and shifted on his knees as if already wanting to push back.
“I’m also not going to gag you.” Trevor generously shared this information as though he’d ever gagged Sky before. He mostly wasn’t going to tie Sky up or gag him because he was too impatient to go rooting around in boxes for ties or scarves or those padded cuffs. But Sky didn’t need to know that.
A tiny shock went through Sky. He said, “Trevor,” in a breathless whine, and Trevor put a hand on his bare ass before leaning down over him.
“Any noises you make, you make into the duvet.”
“You’re so sure I’m going to be loud.” Sky tried. He really tried.
Trevor gave his ass one small slap. Not very hard, but the duvet got a strangled, “Fuck,” and then Sky saying softly, “Trevor.”
Trevor spoke into Sky’s ear. “I think, the first time I spank you properly, I’ll do it in front of G.G.—if he agrees. After that, we’ll go farther, see how it goes. Since you won’t ask, I’ll have to figure out what you want on my own. That’s a lot of punishments for Sky.”
“In front of G.G.?” Sky echoed in a high voice, horrified or delighted or both. “You wouldn’t,” Sky insisted, shooting Trevor sideways glances. He shifted on his knees again, then squirmed against the hand Trevor slid to the small of his back. “But G.G.’s better at this than me.”
He had not objected to the spanking, or things harder than spankings, or even the idea of being watched, Trevor noticed, letting Sky squirm under his hand as Sky clearly continued to think about how mortifying he would find it to be less than perfect before an audience. To be less than perfect before another submissive… another of Trevor’s submissives.
He was probably hard. He was definitely wet when Trevor checked, petting the softer skin on the inside of Sky’s thighs while Sky tortured himself with his imagination. Trevor gave his ass another slap, liking how Sky rocked forward and seemed to fight to breathe again, and then how he said, “Oh,” almost to himself.
Trevor moved down to press his mouth Sky’s back, the bunched-up shirt keeping him from Sky’s skin. “I love you.”
Sky blew out a breath. “Will you really sp… do that? You could do it now.”
Trevor was glad Sky couldn’t see him pause. “Are you going to ask me to? Because if I’ve learned anything this past week, it’s that groveling is part of what does it for you. I could give it to you. I could get your ass nice and red, and leave my grandmother to wonder why you won’t sit down tomorrow.” Sky made a fascinating noise, half-muffled when he bit down on the duvet. “But that wouldn’t be nearly soul-destroying enough for you, would it, smart boy? The genius begging for a spanking and the humiliation of an audience he thinks will judge him. You want that now that I suggested it.”
“Trevor.” It was the softest whine.
Trevor genuinely hadn’t meant to tease him with it and then deny him, but he’d found Sky’s cheat codes and the feeling was exhilarating.
He reached back into his nightstand, digging out two condoms, the first of which he slid onto Sky’s silicone cock.
Sky wriggled backward, greedy for it or trying to get that spanking without asking for it. He was pretty wet, but Trevor slicked up Sky’s strap before thrusting it inside Sky’s hungry pussy without any warning. All the way in, then out, back and forth as he pleased. He could tell it felt good from how Sky splayed his fingers against the duvet, how he caught his breath and whined and then tried to stop the sounds. He wanted it faster, so Trevor was slow, but only sometimes, fucking Sky harder with it whenever he felt like it. Trevor was in charge, that was the point. Sky was just a vessel for cock who wanted to come.
And he would, easily… when Trevor wanted him to.
But Sky’s back would ache if they did this for much longer. And Trevor was shaking where Sky couldn’t see him. He’d missed this more than he’d realized.
“You ready, baby?” Trevor asked, knowing the answer but reveling in the mumbled, “Fuck you. Please, yes.” from further up on the bed. He stopped anyway, leaving silicone buried deep and running his hands over shaking thighs and then between them to make Sky cry out. “Sorry, what was that?”
“Please, Trevor. Yes,” Sky answered, fast with it this time, hot whispers that probably left his face burning. “It’s been years. Please.”
Trevor kissed his tailbone, then smeared some of the lube onto his thumb to start to push it inside Sky’s ass. Just a little. Just enough to make Sky suffer.
Sky’s noises increased in volume with barely more than that.
“Bite the duvet.” Trevor appreciated the frustrated, but quieter, whines, while he watched his thumb sink in. “My Sky,” he exhaled, letting Sky hear. “I can hardly wait.”
He imagined Sky grumbling impatiently, but Sky didn’t so much as twitch out of position. Trevor paused to play with the silicone cock for a while again, breathing hard, although he didn’t think Sky noticed. The muscles in Sky’s legs were taut and shivering. He really was trying to hold still.
That was what he wanted now; Trevor to take care of him.
And Trevor would.
“Here to be used, baby?” Trevor hated to take his hands away but had to roll on the condom and grab the lube.
Sky let him in like he’d been waiting for Trevor’s cock, like he’d opened himself up night after night for months while trying to think of how to suggest this. Calling Trevor to hear his voice and to try to trick him into this as though Trevor wasn’t already at his feet.
He felt so fucking good that Trevor’s eyes fell shut as he bottomed out. Sky was a panting, trembling mess, his drool probably soaking the bedcover, his hands clenching and unclenching as he waited for Trevor to move.
Trevor grabbed Sky’s hips to haul his body backward, fitting in so close and deep that Sky moaned, the sound loud even with his mouth full. Trevor leaned over him, bracketing him in to remind Sky that he was a small creature impaled on cock and completely helpless. “Bite down again,” Trevor ordered breathlessly, waiting until Sky had hopefully gagged himself more effectively before he began to fuck him.
He touched Sky’s cock only when Sky’s cries were audible even through the duvet. Then, after Sky had shaken apart and was loose-limbed and hot, Trevor pushed Sky’s head down and fucked him until he came too.
Trevor didn’t get long to drift.
Sky murmured, “Please,” and “Trevor,” and then just Trevor’s name in an increasingly desperate voice until Trevor realized Sky was asking permission to come again.
Trevor kissed the back of Sky’s head and part of his neck. He said something. He didn’t know what, but Sky’s answer was, “I am. I am, please. Please,” so Trevor reached beneath Sky to fuck him with silicone until the duvet was no longer enough to muffle the sound of Sky’s feverish pleading and Sky slid a hand up to cover his own mouth. He wasn’t even trying to support himself, or resist, or push back, or do anything but let himself be fucked.
When he forgot words, when his pleading became an endless, low groan and his body was all shivers, Trevor finally let him come.
Dog slobber or not, he immediately rolled Sky over so he could kiss his reddened, wet mouth and the tear tracks on his cheeks. Sky took weak fistfuls of Trevor’s shirt. He blinked at Trevor, not quite in the same world with him yet.
“My good boy,” Trevor whispered, proud and in love, and gently wiped the remaining tears from Sky’s eyes before brushing Sky’s sweaty hair from his forehead.
When they did finally go to sleep, it was after an awkward cleanup attempt from a sleepily clumsy yet insistent Sky, who couldn’t meet Trevor’s eyes but still muttered, “How do you always know what I want?” and “Thank you for the railing,” before letting a charmed Trevor take over the cleaning responsibilities and then tuck him in. Though Trevor had to get up almost immediately after that to let Ellie back in when she whined for her bed.
Sky was next to him though, in the end, curled around a pillow as if that was how he’d gotten used to sleeping the past two years. But he sighed and wriggled backward when Trevor slid into the bed behind him. “Trevor,” he whispered, mostly asleep already, “you’re here.”
Trevor slipped an arm around Sky’s waist and buried his nose in Sky’s hair and was asleep within moments.