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But Hank had sought him out, and he’d helped Thomas out of his funk in just a few minutes by having faith in him.
Thomas was going to live up to that faith. Hewould.
And he was going to fuck Hank into a state of utterecstasy.
Thomas turned his wrist, working his fingers in Hank’s ass. “I want to fist you. Not tonight, but soon, I want my whole hand in your ass.”
Hank yelped and scrabbled to grab his own cock. “Master!”
“Don’t you dare come yet,” Thomas ordered. “That pleasure is reserved for my cock.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Hank babbled.
Thomas fingered Hank for another minute, then pulled his fingers free.A quick look and he saw that Hank had dropped the condom on the bench. No surprise, since Hank’s mouth was open, his eyes glazed as he panted and whimpered.
“I’m not leaving you empty, boy,” Thomas said as he picked up the package. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to scream for me. I want to hear my name.” It sounded needy, perhaps, but he knew Hank would understand. Thomas wantedto know he was needed, too.
Thomas ripped the package open and took the condom out. Once he had it on, he stroked his shaft a couple of times. The condom was lubed, and between that and the liquid still in and on Hank’s asshole, there was enough.
“Now,” Thomas said, lining up his cock to Hank’s pucker. “You’re mine.”
He meant it, at first, as a momentary announcement, but as he sank his dickinto Hank’s ass, Thomas knew—inside, some core part of him got it—Hank washis, and that was the way it was going to be. Hank wanted him, and they were very good together.
“Mine,” he repeated, and Hank whimpered, those sweet inner walls clenching around Thomas’ shaft.
Thomas pumped the last couple of inches in hard, his balls slapping Hank’s. He didn’t mind a bit of pain himself sometimes aslong as it was on his terms.
“Jack yourself,” he ordered. “You can come when I tell you.”
“Y-yes, M-master,” Hank said.
Thomas gripped him by the hips and began to pound into Hank, starting as he meant to go on. Every slap of his groin to Hank’s ass pushed Thomas closer to his own release, and he didn’t want that to happen, didn’t want this connection to end.
The pleasure wasn’t just physical—itwas deeper, the beginnings of roots that could flourish. Sweat beaded and rolled down Hank’s back. The muscles there rippled and contracted. Thomas admired the dip of Hank’s spine and the way his butt bounced as Thomas shoved in fast and hard.
The man was a picture of masculine beauty. Thomas moaned and squeezed Hank’s butt cheeks before moving his hands up so he could grab the waistband of Hank’schaps.
With that as reins, he fucked Hank harder still, until Thomas’ abs and thighs were burning, his lungs heaving from exertion. His body propelled him towardmore, more, more, pleasure swelling, flowing into ecstasy, rolling over him and filling him completely.
“Now!” he got out, his balls drawn tight.
Hank whined and jerked as the scent of his spunk hit the air.
The incredible tight gripof his ass around Thomas’ cock ripped Thomas’ orgasm out of him. Waves of bliss spiraled out, pumped from his cock in hot bursts.
Hank writhed and the sounds he made were ones Thomas knew he could grow addicted to. God, he’d been blind not to have seen sooner how perfect Hank was for him.
After they’d both caught their breath, Thomas eased his cock from Hank’s ass. “Don’t move.”
He disposedof the condom and went to the small bathroom and wetted a cloth. He found the cream he wanted for Hank’s ass, too, while he was in there.
When he returned, Hank was still in position with a blissed-out smile on his face.
“You are something special,” Thomas murmured. “I’m glad you came to me tonight.”
Hank opened his eyes. “I watched you all night. I was too scared to approach you, then Larrycame over and started goading me.”
“I’ll have to thank Larry for that,” Thomas said. “Maybe send him a gift of some sort.”
“He could use a good Dom— Just, he can’t have you, Master Thomas, if you meant what you said?” Hank asked, his smile dimming.
“I meant it. I want to give us a chance. Come spend the night with me. Tomorrow, we’ll talk about limits and a contract and what we both want fromthis.” Thomas gestured between them.
Hank sighed. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you tonight.”
“Good.” And it was. Thomas would make sure those were words Hank meant every night, from now on.
