Juke leaned his body into Dale, then stretched across him, and opened the door to the closet he'd maneuvered him in front of. Dale’s fingers splayed against Juke's chest, relishing the feel of his muscles beneath. Juke sucked in a breath, his nipples hardened to the nails scraped over their tips. Dale gazed up at him through his lashes. Heady by his nearness, as well as the fading scent of the peach fragrant shower gel, of the night before—mingled with Juke’s natural odor, fuelled his desire to have Juke's cock inside him.
Although he'd wanted Juke to fuck him again when they'd showered together, sex seemed to be the furthest thing from Juke's mind. He'd bathed him, then carried him to bed. Wrapped himself around him, and within seconds, Dale was left listening to his steady breathing.
He was unable to sleep himself, plagued with visions of how the next day might play out. Each scenario ending with his throat torn out, and gutted, blood spraying from the wound.
The towel fell from his hips, waking him from his daydream. Juke's hands pressed into his buttocks, squeezing his ass cheeks under his palm. His face buried in Dale's neck. "You smell different."
"I used the strawberry based shower gel."
"No, that's not it." Juke raised his head and sniffed the air around Dale's head, his fingers massaging his butt. "You're no longer in heat. I don't understand, it only lasted a day. Our women stay in heat for three days."
"I'm not a woman."
"So you keep reminding me, as if I'm unable to work that one out for myself." Juke slapped Dale's ass. "Come, let’s see what they bought you." He took Dale's hand, and walked him into a massive changing room littered with designer bags.
"Oh, wow!" Dale's mouth hung open. He rubbed the sting from his butt cheek, and stared at the hoard of brand labeled bags filling every available space in the room. Names of designers he admired, strived to emulate and hoped one day to surpass, were at his feet. He was sure he'd died and gone to designer heaven. Kirk would burst a blood vessel were he in this room with them.
"Kirk is not to wear these things." Juke growled.
"I wasn't thinking of loaning him any. You made your feelings clear about me wearing Kirk's clothes. But I can't accept these...It's too much."
"You can, and will. My family cannot be allowed to smell Kirk on you. From now on the only other scent associated with yours will be my own." Juke tilted Dale's head to look at him. "You belong to me Dale, there can be no confusion in this. Wear the clothes I bought you. You're welcome, by the way." Juke stalked out the changing room, and into the bathroom.
Left alone and stunned by the change in Juke's mood, Dale riffled through the bags in wonder, pressing each new item to his skin, loving the sensation of the fabric, and the smell you only get with new clothes. Making a mental note to thank Juke, and the buyer of the items he'd be wearing during his stay.
So far everything he removed was perfect.
His excitement began to ebb away. He was an ungrateful ingrate. The least he could have done was thank Juke for buying him all this stuff. Instead he'd put him in a foul mood. Picking out a few items, he went into the bedroom and threw them on the tousled bedding. He picked up the towel discarded earlier, and went into the bathroom to thank Juke properly.
He opened the shower door and got in. Juke's back muscles tensed beneath his fingers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. I love the clothes you bought me. Can I make it up to you?"
Juke turned to face him. "What did you have in mind?"
"This." Dale fell to his knees. He began to kiss and lick along the 'v' that led to Juke's groin. His hands trailed up the side of Juke's legs, and rested on his ass cheeks. He closed his eyes and took him into his mouth, Juke's semi erection sprung to life on his tongue. He moaned as Dale gagged on his cock. His hands fell into Dale's hair, and tangled in its locks. Head rocking back and forth, he loved the sounds coming from Juke. He slurped and sucked, teasing the head of Juke’s dick with his tongue, then flattened it out to run along the length of his ridge to the root.
Juke cried out as his prick disappeared down Dale's throat. His body vibrated against Dale's chin and through his palms, igniting the furnace to the lust raging within him. Dale had told Juke he didn't know what he was or how he felt. He'd lied. His role as bottom was automatic and predisposed to Juke's dominion over him. But the throbbing sensation in his ass as he longed to be filled by Juke's cock, even as his own dick swelled and begged for release, made his position clear.
He knew he wouldn't come until Juke was once again knotted, and locked tight inside him. Accepting Juke’s ownership of him, Dale opened his eyes and raised his gaze to look at the man hammering his face, as he throat massaged his prick.
"Don't waste it, come inside me," Dale pleaded, glad they had this mind thing going on, so he didn't have to stop sucking to speak.
Juke slowed his pace. His cock slid out of Dale's mouth, and slapped against his stomach. Reaching down he pulled Dale to his feet, who turned and braced himself against the tiled wall, tilting his ass in the air, so he was spread-eagled.
"No, turn around. I want to see you," Juke said, and followed by twisting Dale around by his waist, before hoisting him in the air—they were eye to eye. He placed Dale's arm around his neck and pressed his back to the wall.
Dale gasped, Juke thrust into him hard. There was no tenderness just pure animalistic hunger. The need in him was potent, as he pinned his lips to Dale's, searching his mouth for some hidden depth. He ground into Dale, their hearts beating as one pounding between them. Dale clung to him, his mind exploded with his orgasm. Stars sparkled beneath his closed eyelids, blinded by sweat and the water from the shower whipping at his face, as it bounced off Juke's back and shoulders.
The way Juke took him was urgent, and different from before. It was almost as if he wanted to brand him again this time with his cock. Dale felt the knotting sensation he craved, as Juke came, sealing them together for a while. Sated he flopped against him. Juke held him upright, until his cock released him.
Then he kissed along Dale's neck, raised his head and sighed. "I suppose we'd better get ready. It was Leah on the phone. They're back and will be leaving shortly to attend the gathering."
"Hell, why didn't you say something sooner?"
"I was distracted."
Dale felt the warmth of shame redden his cheeks. "Let me down. I have to get ready. I don't want Kirk to come into contact with your dad and we’re not there to save him."
"Kirk will be fine, Jazz likes him, he’ll look after him, and I'm quite sure, Paul would die before he'd let my father lay a finger on him."
"I'd still feel better if we were there too."