Page 8 of His New Toy

Maybe he should get up for a glass of water or something. Sometimes just the act of stretching his legs before getting back into bed helped Seth reset and fall asleep. Clark wouldn’t mind if Seth crept to the kitchen for something to drink, would he? As long as Seth didn’t make too much noise, it shouldn’t be an issue. Right?

He lay in bed for several more minutes trying to will himself to sleep, to no avail. Decision made, Seth pushed back the covers and got out of his nice, warm bed. At the door he eased it open as quietly as possible before carefully making his way down the hallway and stairs, trying to be mindful of creaks.

The house was mostly dark as he made his way through it, but there were small points of light to guide someone like himself on a late-night trek. He made it to the kitchen without bumping into anything or getting lost, and pulled open the refrigerator. Inside everything was neatly organized as if it were a display, and on the top shelf were glass bottles of water. This time Seth went for the regular water.

He cracked the seal, and then turned to stand over the kitchen island as he sipped. It was cool and refreshing going down. Seth had talked a lot this evening, way more than he usually did, and he could feel the smallest amount of ache in the back of his throat from use.

From where he was standing, he could look out one of the back windows. With the moon high in the sky now he could see that the back of the property extended much farther back than Seth could have even imagined. He wondered just how big Clark’s land really was, and what else it contained. The possibilities were endless.

Seth couldn’t ever dream up having wealth like this, where your water came in hefty glass bottles, and a meal was personally prepared for you when you were ready for it. He brought the sleeve of his pajama shirt to his cheek, rubbing the softness there. Everything about this place was decadent, and it gave him the sense of being a trespasser. Of indulging in something he shouldn’t.

“I thought I sent you to bed,” came an amused voice in his ear as a hand slipped around him to touch the countertop in front of Seth.

Seth jolted at the proximity, setting the bottle down on the kitchen island with a too-loudclack.He hadn’t heard Clark come up behind him. Having him this close made his pulse take off at a gallop.

“Oh,” Seth said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I couldn’t sleep and thought I’d get some water. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“I see,” Clark said, voice low. “And no you didn’t, I’m a bit of a night owl.” He wasn’t quite pressed up against Seth, but his presence was still close enough to keep Seth there against the kitchen island. Clark’s hand slid down the soft fabric where it hung long over one of Seth’s hands. “This is a bit big on you, huh?”

Seth swallowed hard. “I like it,” he said.

“You like it big?” The man said, with that edge of amusement.

Heat dropped through Seth hard and fast. “Ah— no, I mean. Just that the pajamas are nice. A-and I don’t mind the fit.”

Clark chuckled, and his breath tickled Seth’s neck. He could smell the man’s cologne, so strong with him this close. “You’re so fun to tease.”

Seth opened his mouth, trying to come up with something to say, but no sound came out.

“Well,” Clark murmured, his hand circling Seth’s wrist. Seth’s fingers twitched, but Clark held him in place. “If you’re having trouble falling asleep, perhaps I could help?”

The man stepped closer, and now Seth could feel the heat of him against his back as Clark’s other hand came to rest at Seth’s hips, just above the waistband of the pajama pants.

Seth took a small, audible breath. His whole body felt like it was burning up.

“Would you like me to help?” This was said right into the shell of his ear. The hand on his hip moved, sliding up underneath the overlong top Seth was wearing until it was touching skin, thumb rubbing slowly, back and forth and full of suggestion.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. Everything in him was attuned to where Clark was touching him, the points of skin contact were like brands of heat, and he didn’t know what to do. Part of him wanted to lean back into Clark’s broad, strong frame, and part of him was on the edge of fleeing.

“I–”

“Oh, don’t get shy on me now,” Clark said, voice low.

There isn’t enough air,Seth thought as Clark’s hand moved again. This time it went to the drawstring at Seth’s waist that Seth had tied in a loose knot. It plucked at one tail, and the knot easily slid free. Seth felt dizzy with desire as large, thick fingers dipped underneath the loosened fabric and traveled lower. His whole body tensed as that hand went down, down and then–

Clark palmed him with a confident, casual touch. It was all Seth could do to keep from bucking forward into it.

And maybe that’s what Clark wanted. The thought made Seth’s head spin. It was all happening so fast.

“Yes,” he said, forcing the word out

“Yes?” Clark was surrounding him now, fully pressed against Seth’s back, his weight keeping him pinned to the counter. Seth could feel the hard length of him against his ass. “Yes, what, sweetheart?”

There was a moment of confusion before what Clark was asking for snapped into place. Seth’s free hand gripped the edge of the countertop, steadying himself. He was drowning and he didn’t stand a chance of stopping it. Embarrassed, he made himself say it.

“Yes, sir,” he whispered.

“Good boy,” Clark purred, smooth and dark, as he wrapped his hand fully around Seth’s cock.

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