Page 12 of His Plaything

Seth’s hand reached up, wanting to touch, wanting to encourage. The moment he laid it on the man’s sweater, so soft under his fingers, Clark’s gentle caution fell away.

The next kiss had all the command he’d come to expect from Clark. The man pressed in, deepening the kiss, tilting Seth’s head to get the angle. As he did, the tension eased out of Seth’s shoulders, his whole body softening under Clark’s control. It wasn’t even a conscious choice, he just slipped right into it, letting Clark take what he wanted.

The next kiss came with tongue, and Seth opened to it. He moaned at the hot slide of tongue, at the graze of teeth against his bottom lip.

There was a squeeze of his hip, and Seth moaned, hips canting forward. He didn’t know what was happening, what Clark wanted, but he didn’t want to stop. The kisses were drugging, more potent than even Clark’s hand on him in the kitchen had been.

“You make the prettiest little sounds,” Clark said when they parted for breath. “I kept thinking about the way you sounded when you came in my hand.” He said this against Seth’s lips, thumb once more grazing back and forth on his hip. “I’d like to hear it again.”

Seth gasped. He wanted that too, wanted to come undone in Clark’s hand. Wanted to give Clark what he desired. “Please.”

The next kiss was sharp. Hungry. It caught Seth off guard, and he didn’t even realize that Clark’s hand had moved until it was wrapping around his cock.

He keened, shocked by the intensity of the touch. Clark didn’t give him any space, simply kissed the sounds out of his mouth, big hand tight on Seth’s cock.

“Are you always this wet, or is it just for me?”

A thumb swiped over the head of Seth’s cock, and for a moment his knees wobbled. Immediately Clark’s other arm was wrapped around his back, supporting him.

He laughed, amused and fond. “Easy there, sweetheart. We can’t have you losing your footing. We’ve only just started.”

Then Clark was letting go of Seth’s cock and stepping forward, using his body and hands to herd Seth backwards. Seth stumbled and would have fallen if it weren’t for Clark’s easy strength.

Before Seth could summon his thoughts into a question, his bare back touched the wall. The realization sent a feverish flush through him.

“There we go,” Clark said, voice still colored with amusement, still maddeningly composed. “Feeling steadier now?”

Seth was anything but steady with Clark looming over him now, trapping him here against the wall. His heart was pounding and he felt like he could hardly get a breath in.

“It’s just you,” Seth confessed suddenly. His hands pressed to Clark’s chest. Not pulling him in like Seth desperately wanted to, not pushing him away like he probably should. Just his fingers flexing on Clark’s soft sweater, wrinkling the fabric. “I’m not–” he licked his lips. “It’s because of you.”

It took Clark a moment for the response to click, for him to realize Seth was answering the previous question. The man made a low sound of surprise, and Seth had to look away, embarrassed to have admitted it.

“Is that so?” Clark only leaned in, capturing Seth’s chin between his fingers and turning it back toward him. His dark eyes were intent. “Do I really do it for you sweetheart?”

Seth was powerless to do anything but answer in the face of that intense gaze.

“It’s just you,” he whispered, even as his cheeks flamed.

Their next kisses were molten, a pour of fire Seth didn’t have a chance of cooling. Clark’s hands were on him once more, sliding down his chest, tracing the shape of his hip. Seth couldn’t keep up with it, could only lock his knees and press himself against the wall and try to hold on.

The first full stroke of his cock like this had him quivering. Clark nipped at his lip.

“I love how responsive you are.” A pinch at Seth’s nipple made him cry out. “And just for me?” Clark’s voice had gotten deeper, as he murmured in Seth’s ear. “You do know how to flatter a man.”

Even as Clark continued to play with Seth’s nipples, rubbing and pinching in turn until even the gentlest of grazes sent electric licks down Seth’s spine, the hand on his cock stayed slow, kept up just enough friction to drive Seth mad. As he panted and writhed under Clark’s ministrations, Clark was unhurried, seemingly happy to take all the time in the world with him.

He kept kissing Seth nice and slow, working the wet precome down his shaft for a slick glide, and eventually Seth couldn’t even muster the coherence to kiss back, his mouth slack from the pleasure dancing across his skin.

“Please,” he gasped as he spiraled higher and higher, getting closer and closer but not closeenough.His foggy brain remembered there was a proper way to ask. “Please sir, please, I need it–”

“Oh, aren’t you perfect.” Clark’s words were low, almost hushed. “My perfect little plaything.”

Seth moaned as Clark finally began to speed up his strokes. Both his hands were on Clark’s shoulders now, clutching at him tightly as Clark moved faster and faster, Seth’s precome making the slide so easy, the sounds filthy in the bright morning light of the open and airy room.

“Listen to you,” Clark said, when Seth cried out again after another particularly vicious twist to his nipple. “Such pretty sounds from such a pretty boy. Should I let you come, I wonder? Or keep you here like this, singing for me.”

Seth was hit with the idea of it, of Clark doing it–keepinghim. Of continuing to touch him, praise him, and kiss him until he was breathless– “Please sir,” he begged again, because last time Clark wanted Seth to wait until he had permission, and Seth wanted to be good for him so badly. Maybe if he was goodenough–“Please sir, let me come, please let me, please–”

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