Like Father, Like Son - 11

They made it to Nicky’s apartment building in one piece. The second they were out of the car Nicky took Declan’s hand and they raced through the front entrance to the elevator. Nicky pressed the up button then impatiently muttered, “Hurry, hurry.” When it arrived and the doors opened he pulled Declan inside, punched the button for his floor then pressed his lover against the elevator wall, taking his mouth in a hot, hungry kiss.

Declan more than reciprocated, his hands grasping Nicky’s ass to pull his closer, their erections rubbing against each other thorough the thin fabrics of their slacks.

“About time,” Nicky growled when the elevator doors slid open.

The two young men beat it double time down to Nicky’s apartment. The second the door closed behind them they were tearing off each others’ clothes, kicking off shoes, not caring where they landed.

“Bedroom,” Nicky growled pleadingly.

“Not yet.” Declan dropped to his knees, taking Nicky’s rigid cock into his mouth at the same time he pushed a finger into his tight hole.

Nicky gasped, whimpering with need, tangling his fingers in Declan’s hair. “More, please.”  

Declan chuckled, taking Nicky deeper into his mouth, sucking for moment longer before releasing him. He stood, pointing to the bedroom. “In there, now, on your hands and knees.”

Nicky instantly dropped down on all fours, crawling into the bedroom.

“Good boy. You may get up on the bed now.”

Like a dog, Nicky clambered up. He remained poised as he had been, on hands and knees, turning his head to look at Declan.

“Did I tell you to look at me,” Declan said sharply, landing two hard slaps to Nicky’s ass.

“No,” Nicky whimpered, dropping his head.

“Do it again and I’ll blindfold you.”

“I’ll behave,” Nicky whined.

“I know you will.” Declan patted his head. “You’re such a good boy. You even know what to do now, I’m sure.”

Nicky did. Pressing his face into the pillow he reached back, holding out one hand. He heard Declan open the bottom drawer of the dresser and moments later he put a well-lubed anal plug into Nicky’s hand. Nicky knew by the feel which one it was and whimpered again.

“Do it,” Declan ordered as he settled between Nicky’s legs. He watched avidly as his lover pushed the tip into his hole. “Too slow,” he growled when Nicky paused. “All the way…Now!”

Nicky complied, tears dampening the pillow as the thick plug stretched him painfully. But he didn’t cry out. Declan didn’t allow that. He had to keep silent no matter how much it hurt. If not, punishment would be swift. He liked pain, needed pain, but not the kind Declan dealt out when real punishment was called for.

“That’s my sweet boy,” Declan murmured. He bent, placing gentle kisses up the length of Nicky’s back to the nape of his neck. “So obedient,” he whispered. He teased Nicky’s nipples with light touches of one fingertip. When they were tight buds he pinched one and then the other sharply between his fingernails. “Very good boy,” he told him when Nicky remained silent despite the new pain.

Sitting back on his heels, Declan smiled. Then with one swift tug he removed the plug. He heard a stifled groan from his lover and slapped his ass twice, hard and fast. Nicky stayed silent although his whole body tensed. Gently, Declan stroked the red handprints to ease the hurt he’d dealt out.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Please,” Nicky begged.

Declan took a condom from the bedside table drawer, sheathed his thick cock then liberally coated it with lube. Ready now, he pushed the bulbous head against Nicky’s opening and with one swift thrust he filled the hot, tight channel with his erection. He knew it had taken every ounce of willpower for Nicky not to cry out. He earned his reward.

Taking Nicky’s throbbing cock in his hand, Declan stroked and pumped it as he rode his lover. He knew the instant the pain of his thrusts turned to pleasure for Nicky by his low moans. He increased his speed, with his cock and his hand, until they both reached the edge and then soared over it into ecstasy.

“So good,” Declan whispered several long minutes later when he rolled off of Nicky, taking him in his arms.

“With you it always is.” Now that it was no longer required he be the obedient and silent lover, Nicky cupped Declan’s face in his hands. “I missed you,” he told him before kissing him deeply.

Declan returned the kiss, saying against his lips, “I missed you more.”

Nicky pulled back, laughing. “Nope. Not possible.”

“Possible.” Declan traced a finger over Nicky’s soft lips. “I just wish I had more time to be with you.” He sat up, easing Nicky up to rest against his chest.

“Someday, if you don’t tire of me first.”

Declan smiled, kissing his temple. “I’ll never tire of you.” And he knew for that moment at least he meant what he was saying.