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Nic nodded but never removed his mouth, reaching blindly on the bed for the towel he had just used to clean them up. He stuffed it between their two stomachs and encased Cory’s cock in the fabric. That would just have to do for now. He continued to bite and suck on Cory’s chest as he was ridden, no intention of stopping regardless.
Satisfied with the towel, Cory stopped fighting his orgasm, nearly collapsing forward onto Nic’s chest as he felt his cock begin to spray, soaking the towel. As the damp material grew warm, he just hoped it would be enough to prevent any leaks.
An hour later and Cory was in the bathroom, starting up the shower. Nic had fucked him for another thirty minutes beforecumming and had wrung orgasm after orgasm from Cory’s hole. The towel had long been soaked with Nic eventually tossing the offending material from the bed. He didn’t fucking care, and if Cory had been able to think coherently, he probably wouldn’t have either. Once Nic finally came, the two passed out, collapsing together in a wet, sweaty heap on the bed.
Cory had woken up after a small nap, though Nic was still snoring deeply, probably because of the alcohol. After using another towel to clean up what he could, Cory moved to the bathroom to clean himself up. As he waited for the water to turn warm, he started to replay the day’s events. Or at least he tried to until the bathroom door opened behind him just as he was stepping into the shower. It was Nic.
He crossed the bathroom quickly, stepping into the shower behind Cory without saying a word. He didn’t really need to—Cory could see that he was once again hard. He grabbed Cory and kissed him hard before spinning him around and pushing him against the shower wall. At least Cory hadn’t had a chance to clean the cum and lube from his ass just yet.
It was well after midnight when the two boys finally slept, both passed out in Cory’s bed after one last fuck session. It was 2:00 a.m. when Nic woke up, finally having sobered up from all the rum. And it was 2:15 a.m. when he quietly climbed off of Cory’s bed and got dressed, leaving the house and locking the door behind him as he returned to his own.
What the fuck was he thinking?
Chapter 12
Derek angrily stomped from the kitchen back to his bedroom, nearly spilling his soda when he slammed it onto his desk. It had been three hours since he kicked Cory out of his car, and he was still fuming. Cory didn’t know what he was talking about. How could he accuse him of something like that?
Derek sat down for a second and then sighed before getting back up. He had left his food in the kitchen. This stuff with Cory had his mind all over the place. He grumbled to himself after grabbing his plate, stalking back to his room, and flopping into the chair in front of his computer.
Sure, maybe it didn’t start out under thebestcircumstances, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought things through. He planned it out because he wanted to make sure it went well, for everyone. Heknewwhat Cory wanted. He just used the beer to get him to relax and open his mind to the possibilities Derek would bring up.
Derek picked up a slice of pizza, the last of the leftovers from the party, and scarfed it down. All that shit about him being loaned out, not being able to say no… Again, it wasn’t like Derek didn’t know what Cory really wanted. He was just pushing his limits. That was what a good dom was supposed to do, right? That gave Derek an idea: Who better to ask about this than another dom and one of the aforementioned people Cory was “loaned” to? Carl.
Derek wiped the pizza grease onto a napkin and reached for his phone. After the first few emails, Carl had finally relented that, despite his age, he was perfectly capable of using text to communicate. Derek scrolled his contacts to the letter C, selecting the man’s name when he found it.
[Derek: Hey, you got a minute? Something on my mind.]
Derek put his phone down and grabbed a second pizza slice as he waited for a response.
His phone buzzed a few minutes later as he finished eating, once again wiping the pizza grease from his hands before picking it up.
[Carl: Hey Derek. Sure, what’s up?]
Derek thought for a moment about how he wanted to go about this. He didn’t want to claim he was “asking for a friend” because that was never believable. Instead, he opted to just frame his questions around some of the stuff that happened this weekend at the party.
[Derek: Had a crazy weekend. My high school won their championship game, and we threw a big party at my place afterwards. Lots of kids, lots of beer.]
[Carl: Underage drinking aside, sounds like a fun weekend.]
[Derek: It was. But all the alcohol did have me wondering. If a sub was drinking, and you knew that by drinking they would bemore open to stuff, would it be wrong to make a move? Not like wasted, just kinda buzzed.]
[Carl: I think you’re getting into some murky waters there. You can’t expect someone drunk to have the best judgment. It might give them the courage to finally say yes to something, but you also run the risk of them regretting it when they sober up.]
Well, that wasn’t exactly what Derek wanted to hear.
[Derek: But what if it was something you knew they really wanted, deep down?]
[Carl: Still dangerous. Alcohol can make a person say or do some weird stuff. I don’t think it would be worth the risk, having that kind of cloud hanging over the rest of the relationship.]
[Derek: What do you mean?]
It wasn’t until today that Derek felt anything was wrong between him and Cory at all.
[Carl: Well, think about it. A sub might have their inhibitions lowered, but they’re also not going to be thinking straight. In the moment, especially like that, they are going to look to their dom for guidance and will probably be willing to do a whole lot more than usual just to please them. When a D/s relationship is new, you’re still setting boundaries and figuring things out. A sub needs to know they can talk to their dom about how they’re feeling, and not worry about what might happen if they say no.]
Which is exactly what Cory was trying to tell him in the car.Fuck.
[Derek: So, if someone had been drinking, best to not try to make any moves at all?]
