Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(95)

Mevi’s needy moan vibrated through Doyle’s sac and nearly made him explode as Mevi doubled his already spectacular efforts. He wiped a drop of pre-cum off his slit and rose up enough to feed it to Mevi, who eagerly sucked it off his finger, before Doyle settled back into place again.

What Mevi didn’t know was that Doyle had found out from Clark where Mevi had his ink done, and had scheduled an appointment for them tomorrow. Doyle was going to have a matching tat put on his left wrist, the rune as well as the semi-colon, along with an M. And he was going to have a D added to Mevi’s right wrist.

That way they’d match, an extra bit of mental reinforcement for those times when Mevi had to travel and Doyle couldn’t be with him.

A tangible reminder of his Sir’s love for him.

He reached behind him, wrapping his fingers around Mevi’s hard cock. “Hmm. My boy is pretty excited, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm!”

Doyle slicked pre-cum down Mevi’s shaft and slowly pumped, not enough to get him off, just enough to make his blue balls nearly painful. “You were a good boy for me while I was on my calls. So patient. And you did bow without me telling you to. Maybe I should reward my boy. How well can you beg with my balls in your mouth?”

Mevi started a pleading, needy, mumbling round of begging that had Doyle nearly coming from how his voice vibrated through his sac, while also forcing him to hold back his laughter from how desperate he sounded. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and rose up.

“Okay. Good boy.” He leaned in and kissed him, sucking on his lower lip before getting up and changing position to kneel between Mevi’s thighs. “My cock needs to be buried in someone’s ass, right now.”

Mevi watched him, desperation and sexual need glazing his eyes, his subspace deep. Doyle rolled the condom on and coated his cock with lube before pushing Mevi’s legs up, his ankles on Doyle’s shoulders. He pressed the head of his cock against Mevi’s rim but didn’t breach.

“Beg for it, boy.”

“Please f*ck your boy’s ass, Sir! Your boy needs his Sir’s cock in his ass! Please come in your boy’s ass!”

He thrust, hard, balls-deep in one stroke and nearly coming as Mevi let out a satisfied groan of his own. Planting his hands on either side of Mevi’s head, he stared down into his boy’s eyes. “Mine,” he whispered. “Only cock that will ever be in this ass, except for toys.” He smiled down at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll pick a couple of toys you can take with you on tour and I’ll video chat with you while you f*ck yourself with them.”

He leaned in, enjoying the way Mevi’s ass flexed around his sheathed cock. “I’ll make you beg to be allowed to come first, though,” he whispered. “And I know my good boy won’t touch his cock if I tell him he can’t come, will he?”

“No, Sir, your boy won’t touch his cock if Sir says no.”

He nipped Mevi’s lower lip, the other man raising his head to try to follow him when he ended the kiss. He felt Mevi’s stiff cock throbbing where it was trapped between their bodies.

“Such a good boy for me,” he said. “I’m so proud of my boy.” He took one stroke, falling still again buried deep inside Mevi, knowing if he didn’t time this just right he’d be exploding too soon. Fucking Mevi’s sweet, tight ass always did this to him. Like the two of them were made to fit together like this.

He nibbled Mevi’s neck, at the base of his throat. “I’m going to have the publicity department send me the raw video of every concert,” he murmured against Mevi’s throat. “At the beginning of every concert, so I know my boy is thinking about me, I want my boy to kiss his ink before he starts playing the first song. Understood?”

Mevi’s cock twitched. “Yes, Sir! Your boy promises!”

He wondered how long before someone got a hi-res image of Mevi’s ink and fan pics started popping up of people getting the same marks, not knowing what they even meant.

It didn’t matter.

He didn’t care.

Mevi knew what they meant, and why he’d gotten them, and so did Doyle. To Doyle, they were the ultimate statement of trust and love, at a time when he hadn’t deserved either from this man.

“Who do you belong to?”

“This boy belongs to Sir. This boy is Sir’s boy, Sir’s ass, Sir’s cock, Sir’s mouth. This boy’s body belongs to Sir.”

Doyle slowly long-stroked, loving the moan it drew from Mevi. Right now the man was bent nearly in half, his thighs pressed against his chest. This was actually the perfect time to tell him about tomorrow’s surprise.

“You’re getting new ink tomorrow.”

A shiver of anticipation rippled through Mevi’s body. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to know what it is?”

“If Sir wants to tell this boy.”

Doyle bit the inside of Mevi’s left calf. “You’re getting a D added. My first initial. And I’m getting matching ink.” He detailed it, Mevi softly moaning through the description. “I want you to know I’m as committed to you as you are to me.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you!”

He slipped a hand between them and found Mevi’s cock. “On our one-year anniversary, we’ll get my initials tattooed on your right ankle.” His fingers squeezed Mevi’s cock. “Maybe every year on our anniversary, I’ll get you a small piece of ink somewhere inconspicuous, to remind you who owns you.”