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again and again, his hips rolling. “Good, Bastian. So good.”
    Bastian hummed, throat working, hands sliding up along his belly.
    He growled, muscles in his abdomen rippling under Bastian’s touch. “Magic,” he whispered, hips moving faster, harder, taking Bastian’s mouth. The pale lips went a sweet, ruby red as the pressure increased.
    His hand tightened in Bastian’s hair, holding Bastian’s head still as his hips started to drive his cock deep into the hot mouth. His other hand brushed along Bastian’s hollowed cheek, thumb sliding over Bastian’s eyebrow. Bastian took him, all of him, throat open and tight for him all at once.
    He just let go, let his hips snap and rock, let the pleasure barrel down over him like a steamroller. Within moments he was roaring, pouring his pleasure into Bastian’s mouth. His precious lover didn’t lose a drop, just pulled and sucked and drank him right down.
    He stroked Bastian’s head, his face, purring, pleasure making him loose. “Perfect.”
    “Yours.” Bastian licked and nuzzled the tip of his prick.
    “Oh, yes. Mine. My Bastian. Precious.” He went to his own knees, wrapping his lips around Bastian’s shoulder and pulling up a mark.
    Bastian moaned, shivering for him, pressing close, rubbing that long, hard cock against him. He loved Bastian’s need, loved holding it in his hand. He pumped with long, slow strokes as he made the mark darker.
    “Your hands...” Bastian groaned, pushing them, driving into his hand.
    He squeezed. Bastian loved his hands almost as much as he loved Bastian’s mouth.
    “You won’t come just yet, Bastian. I wish to bind you in leather and share a meal with your need flavoring each bite.”
    “Beast...” Bastian groaned, face lifting toward him.
    “Your Beast, sweet love.”
    He gave Bastian a kiss, lips sliding together, tongue pushing into the heat of Bastian’s mouth. Bastian’s fingers tangled in his hair, lips pulling on his tongue, hips rocking faster.
    He growled softly, fingers slowing, loosening his hold. “Greedy, Precious.”
    “For you. Always.” Bastian moaned low, head rolling. “Always.”
    “My love.”
    He stood and drew Bastian up with him. “Leather to bind you, Precious.”
    Bastian nodded, lips hungry and hot against his skin as they dried off. He led the way to their playroom, going through one of the drawers, searching for just the right bindings. Ah, there, the black half-inch leather would look beautiful on Bastian’s cock.
    Bastian wandered, hand idly rubbing against the soft fur throw, against the smooth metal of the chains. So sensuous; his lover was a delight.
    Gus purred and brought the leather over. “Lie down and I will bind you, lover.”
    Another of those deciding looks, this one quick, unconscious, then Bastian smiled and stretched out on the mattress. He chuckled. It was time to play hard if Bastian had to think about things.
    He knelt next to his lover, took a kiss, and then pumped Bastian’s prick, made sure it was still good and hard. Bastian arched up, hips pumping, body demanding more, needing more.
    Gus slid the leather around the base of Bastian’s cock and began to criss-cross it around the silken heat.
    “Love... So tight.”
    “Yes, that’s the point.” He grinned at Bastian, sliding two fingers across the tip of that bound cock and bringing them to his mouth. “Mmmm. You taste magnificent.”
    “So mean to me.” The words were teasing, playful, Bastian pushing him.
    He laughed, and turned Bastian slightly, slapping his ass. Bastian wriggled, scooting away from the touch, ass cheek pinking, just a little.
    “Stay still,” he growled, slapping a little harder this time.
    That tight little ass tensed, but Bastian didn’t move. Much.
    Gus purred softly, fingers sliding over the red cheek. “You have forgotten how to behave, Precious, forgotten who is Master here.”
    The pale, fine skin blushed pale pink, and he watched as Bastian decided whether to argue, to fight,