Vars smirked, challenging him with his gaze. “All. Of. Me.”
That wiped the silliness off Jake’s face, and it was quickly replaced by a flush when he nodded. The soap had a minty scent that swirled in the steamy air around them. Now that Jake was told what was expected of him, he seemed somewhat skittish, starting with Vars’s lower back instead of diving his fingers between Vars’s buttocks right away. It awoke the wolf inside of Vars, and he zeroed in on Jake’s face.
What sexual experience did Jake actually have? He’d been fucked, and he’d given head, but other than that, had the Kings experimented with him in other ways? Had he ever been asked to top anyone? Had he ever given a rim-job?
“Is this making you uncomfortable?” Vars asked, and his eyelids fluttered when Jake’s soapy hands rubbed against a sensitive spot on his back.
“No. It’s making me very horny.” As if to emphasize that, Jake pressed his stiff cock against Vars’s thigh while sliding his fingers into Vars’s crack with a groan of pleasure. “Everything about you turns me on.”
The touch was just right, not intrusive, not too shy. Vars chewed on his lip before leaning down to kiss Jake. “You ever touched anyone like that?”
“No,” Jake whispered into Vars’s lips. “Guys tend to be er… skittish when it’s their asses at stake.” Without rejection, Jake was getting more confident with his touch, rubbing his soapy fingers up and down the sensitive skin between Vars’s buttocks.
Vars nuzzled Jake’s nose with a soft hum. “They don’t know how good that can be, right?”
Jake was quick to nod, and he pressed himself against Vars more tightly. “They’re missing out.”
“But you’ve been missing out because of that too, haven’t you?” Vars asked, spreading his arms to suggest he wanted them lathered too.
Jake quickly followed the silent order, giving Vars a thrill with his attentive dedication. His strong hands were pure pleasure wherever they followed the lines of Vars’s body. If Jake were his, he’d get him massage lessons for Christmas just to reap the benefits.
“I… I guess. But I’m not much of a top anyway.”
“Have you tried?” Vars asked, relaxing as the skilled fingers of his young, pretty apprentice in submission teased the remaining chill out of his muscles. He touched him again as soon as Jake was back to massaging his chest.
Jake laughed nervously, and that was all the answer Vars needed. “Never really had the chance.”
“But you’re very familiar with dicks, aren’t you? Why don’t you take care of mine now?” Vars asked, taking some soap into his hand as well. He rubbed it into his palms and spread the foam down Jake’s pecs.
Jake didn’t need to be asked twice. Eager to touch Vars, he slid his fingers lower, stopping at Vars’s pubes for a moment before wrapping his digits around Vars’s hardening cock. The touch made them both groan in satisfaction. Jake seemed confident in the way he twisted and turned his slippery hand up and down Vars’s dick.
Vars’s thoughts drifted off to all the ways Jake could have gotten such experience. For a brief and very wrong moment Vars imagined Jake giving Knight a quick hand job in an empty corridor because Knight had ordered him to. The vision quickly blurred into Vars standing in Knight’s place, and that made the picture work. Jake wearing his collar, eager to obey any order.
Vars shut his eyes, exhaling his pleasure, but he didn’t stop working his hands over Jake’s body. He flicked his thumbs over the boy’s nipples, and then dove straight down his stomach, grabbing his entire junk.
Jake moaned and leaned into him, tightening the grip on Vars’s cock so deliciously it stiffened even more, rock-hard and ripe to fuck Jake’s tight ass.
Slowly, Vars leaned over him and spoke in a low, steady tone. “This is mine now. So is this”—he delivered a slap to Jake’s damp buttock— “And this,” he whispered with a lick to Jake’s mouth. “Do we understand one another, boy?”
The glazed-over look Jake gave him was what Vars lived for, and the eager nodding was icing on the cake. Maybe he had to ease Jake into it, step by step, but the boy had already shown his true colors more than once. What he needed to bloom was patience and a firm hand.
“Yes,” Jake whispered and stole a kiss, intensifying the strokes to Vars’s cock.
It was so hard to let go, but with heat rapidly growing in Vars’s balls, this needed to stop if he wanted to last. “Good. Now I want you to let go of my dick and turn around. I need to inspect what’s mine.”
Jake’s breath was already hitched, eyes dilating, face flushed. Vars would have so much fun with a boy this pliant. Jake followed the order-not order without question, putting his hands against the wall of the shower without even being asked to.