Page 10 of Family Matters

“Sorry if I’m being a little naughty tonight.” Bart whispered, grinning and coming back to stand in front of his husband.

“You like to tease me.” Brian said in a low, sexy-as-hell voice.

“Payback.” Bart’s grin got wider.“You’ve been taunting me all evening long in this suit that you had painted right on you. Who’s your tailor, again?”

Brian chuckled, standing in just his slacks; the sight of his naked chest was causing deranged thoughts to run through the other man’s head. Bart ran a finger down, starting at the librarian’s collarbone and making a curvy line down his chest. He stopped at each of his husband’s rigid nipples and ran the pad of his finger over them one at a time, loving the way they extended out, begging for his touch.

After having a moment of delight with each taut bud, Bart continued down the path until he reached the top of Brian’s dress pants. He let out a content sigh as he jerked the belt out of its clasp, causing the librarian’s hips to slightly swing. The man smirked internally at his husband’s obvious reaction to his actions.

Bart trailed his eyes up slowly, until he saw the other’s wry smile, big enough to cause the sexy indentations in his cheeks that weren’t quite dimples, but something bigger and hotter. His smirk fell into a smile, glad that Brian was having as much fun with that as he was having. It is definitely a very different me than he’d been used to, he thought.

The belt slid out with ease and Bart immediately went to the button and zipper, ready to free his man of the confines ofthe burdensome trousers. Brian’s body let out a little shudder at the feel of his husband’s hand protectively slipped inside as he slid the zipper down. He takes care of what’s his, the librarian thought, amused.

Maybe I’m driving him a tad mad, Bart said to himself, keeping quiet, so Brian wouldn’t hear the crack in his voice or the gasp that would have escaped at the feel of his erection sliding against the back of the other’s hand. His thoughts twisted and vision blurred as he took a deep breath to compose himself again.

Placing a hand on either side on Brian’s waist, Bart slid the fabric down his legs, gliding down to his knees as they descended. Peeking up at the librarian from under his lashes, the one in charge saw he was unable to hold back a sound, something between a growl and a groan. The man loved seeing his soulmate like that, on the edge of control, about to fall over the cliff.

Brian lifted each foot, one at the time, and Bart slid his pants, boxers, and socks off together. Once the librarian was freed, his partner ran his hands up his thighs, kneading the broad, powerful muscles, touching all around, everywhere, except the most obvious part, the cock dangling dangerously close to his face, the foreskin stretched back and the bulbous head invitingly dripping precum.

Bart decided that he’d held out long enough and deserved to reward himself with a taste. Leaning forward, he flicked out his tongue darting it along the very tip, just enough to get a bit ofBrian’s flavor to tantalize himself further. The other man reacted to Bart’s actions by growling out his name, a subtle way to tell him to cut the torture short.

Bart let out a deep breath, his fingers automatically lifting and going around the librarian’s shaft. The two men’s eyes were glued on each other, the one who was still in control holding the gaze of the other as he leaned forward and took him into his mouth. Brian brought one of his hands to his brow, then ran it through his hair, pulling lightly as he let out a loud groan, his other hand hovering over his husband’s head, but holding back.

Bart tasted, sucked, and licked the librarian’s length, ran his teeth along the side, pulled the man’s balls into his mouth, all with a manic lust that was close to throwing off his whole plan. However, he regained his composure and pulled his mouth off Brian with a loud pop. Putting his hands on his man’s thighs, Bart put his hands on the other’s thighs, and dragged them up his body as he stood up.

In a soft, but resolute voice, Bart told the librarian to sit, giving him a little push on the shoulders.Brian took the necessary steps back until his calves hit the bed and he sat down. His eyes widened, the blue and brown becoming darker, more intense, the change making him look like a wild animal that was about to unleash hell on the unsuspecting prey.

It was Bart’s turn to strip himself of the inessential, obstructive clothing he felt was stifling his very soul. He kept a similar slow pace, locking eyes with Brian as he shrugged out of his blazer, then pulled off his tie heedlessly like the superfluousgarment it was. The man took slow, deliberate care with each button of his dress shirt, watching his husband’s nostrils flare as he stared at him in awe and lust.

“There’s something I want…” Bart began as he slid his shirt down, tossing it onto one of the chairs.

“Anything.” Brian gruffed out, his voice raw with need.

“It’s something I need…right now.” Bart said adamantly, determined.

“Tell me.” The reply came in an almost pleading voice.

Bart paused, unbuckling his belt, releasing the button and zipper on his slacks and then pushing them down over his hips, taking his boxers with them. He was standing there completely naked, Brian’s eyes roaming over his body. The librarian’s erection pulsed angrily and that of his husband’s taunting back at him.

Bart waited a few seconds, placing his hands on the other man’s upper legs, stabilizing himself while he leaned further, bringing his mouth to his soulmate’s ear. “I want you to spank me, then I want you to fuck me hard.” He then fell silent, and heard the librarian’s breath catch, the sound so loud, it sounded like he choked.

It took quite some time for Brian to regain his composure. “It’s not like that with us, we’re not Dom and sub, or… I don’t…even when I’m with Luca that way…” The man inhaled sharply, frustrated at how his brain suddenly froze, making his speech soincoherent. “You know what I mean, you and Martino were there a couple of times when…”

Bart started to talk, his voice strained, but also forceful and decisive. “I don’t want you to be my Dom, I don’t want to be your sub, but right now, I want to feel your hand on my ass. I want to feel it slapping against my skin, to get harder than fuck from the sting, to feel it deep into my balls and down my cock, to drive me over the edge. I want to feel your cock pressed up against my stomach as I lay over your lap and I want to grind my hard shaft against your leg as you drive me crazy with each smack. I want to feel the sting and the pleasure as you caress it away. I want to feel your strong legs underneath me holding me in place as you bring me higher and higher until I feel like I’m going to burst. I want that feeling deep in my tightening gut as you push me further than I’ve ever been before, until my body is shaking with anticipation and my nerve endings are on fire. I want to feel your strength so potent that I want to melt into your lap and become fused to your skin. Do you understand?”

CHAPTER 8

Brian’s reply didn’t come, so Bart continued. “This is what I need, what I want, babe. And just when I’m about to crumble into a thousand pieces, I want you to flip me over and fuck me senseless. I want you to fuck my tattered ass so when I’m sitting at the desk, in the classroom, on Monday morning, all I’ll have to do is move even so slightly to feel where you touched and how you touched and, as I close my eyes for just a second, I’ll see you there with me. I’ll smell your sweat mixed with the aftershave you tempt me with, I’ll feel your hands on my skin and I’ll even feel your cock stretching my insides as it pounds into me. That’s what I want, babe. Can you do that for me?”

Brian let out a deep hiss and wordlessly took Bart’s hips in his hands, moving him over his lap. That was enough to almost make the younger of the two men cum, and he groaned as he felt his husband’s cock pressed up against him, just like he imagined. The librarian’s hand started by caressing each cheek.

Bart started to whine, asking the other one to give him what he so desperately needed. Without any warning, verbal or otherwise, Brian’s hand, that was now in the air, came down on one of the perky globes, making his husband let out a pleasure-filled moan as he felt the delicious sting to his skin.

Brian’s firm hand rubbed circles over the spot of his first contact, and Bart’s hips automatically ground his cock into thelibrarian’s leg. The second came, this time on the other cheek, the subject of that treatment eliciting another groan of delight. He flexed down, feeling his husband’s rigid length moving against him, as if prodding around for a point of entry, while his hand caressed his soulmate’s skin.

Brian started slowly, but he picked up the pace as he continued, and Bart squirmed, letting out sounds of pleasure and appreciation. He’d lost count of the slaps, but each of them just brought him higher and higher, and the word more had morphed into an ecstasy-filled moan or mewl, until it became an unrecognizable sound coming from his mouth.

Brian was groaning as with each slap his erection pushed and poked his husband with more vehemence and more fortitude. For Bart, it was a promise of pleasure and gratification that would completely blow his mind away, or better said, what was left of it at that point. He cried in a mix of pain and ecstasy, unable to hold back anymore.

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