So, beneath the jump for (very brief) mention of naughty bits, please find a little drabble featuring Devon and Nicky, the protagonists from both Master Class and SUBlime: Collected Shorts.
“Nicky?” Sir prompts, his voice a loose, relaxed rumble, his eyebrows quirked above closed eyes. “I’m waiting.”
He is beautiful, submerged up to his chest in scented water, his head resting against the tiled wall, his arms draped across the edges of the tub near where I’m perched. One large hand draws circles in the water, absently, almost playfully. I can’t tear my eyes from it.
“Nicky?” he says again, and I realize I’ve been staring for some time, drinking him in so completely I’ve forgotten what I’m here for. Briefly, I wonder if he’ll punish me for my lapse, and as if cued by my thoughts, that great big paw of a hand lifts from the water and wraps tightly around my wrist. He accomplishes this, somehow, without ever opening his eyes.
“You’re supposed to be bathing me, Nicky, not undressing me with your eyes. Which, seeing as though I’m already naked, is entirely unnecessary anyway.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, reaching for the loofah beside me and dipping it into the tub before rubbing it across the arm Sir still has clamped to mine. I begin with the wrist, a slow, circular motion that leaves a trail of tiny soap bubbles in its wake, and work my way across the broad plane of his forearm and up to the crook of his elbow. I cannot resist leaning forward and placing a long, lingering kiss there after I’ve washed and rinsed it, tasting a little, nibbling softly. Sir hums—the sound bounces off the tile walls and vibrates straight through my chest—and the next thing I know, I’m in the tub too, my chest pressed to his, my face cradled in his hands and my neck under siege by his mouth.
“Dirty boy,” he growls between kisses. His erection juts into my stomach and I shift, settling between his legs until it’s pressed hard and hot against my own. “Dirty boy,” he says again, his voice dancing with pleasure. “Guess I’m not the only one who needs to get clean.”
He is beautiful, submerged up to his chest in scented water, his head resting against the tiled wall, his arms draped across the edges of the tub near where I’m perched. One large hand draws circles in the water, absently, almost playfully. I can’t tear my eyes from it.
“Nicky?” he says again, and I realize I’ve been staring for some time, drinking him in so completely I’ve forgotten what I’m here for. Briefly, I wonder if he’ll punish me for my lapse, and as if cued by my thoughts, that great big paw of a hand lifts from the water and wraps tightly around my wrist. He accomplishes this, somehow, without ever opening his eyes.
“You’re supposed to be bathing me, Nicky, not undressing me with your eyes. Which, seeing as though I’m already naked, is entirely unnecessary anyway.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, reaching for the loofah beside me and dipping it into the tub before rubbing it across the arm Sir still has clamped to mine. I begin with the wrist, a slow, circular motion that leaves a trail of tiny soap bubbles in its wake, and work my way across the broad plane of his forearm and up to the crook of his elbow. I cannot resist leaning forward and placing a long, lingering kiss there after I’ve washed and rinsed it, tasting a little, nibbling softly. Sir hums—the sound bounces off the tile walls and vibrates straight through my chest—and the next thing I know, I’m in the tub too, my chest pressed to his, my face cradled in his hands and my neck under siege by his mouth.
“Dirty boy,” he growls between kisses. His erection juts into my stomach and I shift, settling between his legs until it’s pressed hard and hot against my own. “Dirty boy,” he says again, his voice dancing with pleasure. “Guess I’m not the only one who needs to get clean.”
OMG! I fecking love it, LOVE.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to read.
Yum! I hope you're going to write more of these guys in future. They are both rather delicious.
ReplyDeleteLovely! Can't wait for Friday.
ReplyDeleteVery, very sexy.
ReplyDeleteThanks all!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I do plan to write more of them; they've been on my mind rather a lot lately, and I recently uncovered about 8500 words I'd written on them a while back and forgotten about and now I'm all excited about finishing that one.
I pre-ordered. I'm impatiently waiting for tomorrow...
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