Sean laughed through a wince. “Thank you, Sir. So kind.”
Max stilled. “You sassing me?”
Sean’s smile fell. “Uh… No?”
Max eyed him drolly, returning his hand to its post, his middle finger sliding back into place. “Hmm. So warm. Now let’s see, where were we…” His other hand resumed with Sean’s cock.
Sean exhaled raggedly, wrists twisting in their restraints. The chain above them gave a quiet jingle. The kid was still close. Still didn’t have much time. Even with Max’s respite. Max pumped him steadily, till Sean started to shake, then eased off and focused on Sean’s ass. Stroking his ring, around and around, applying firm pressure in the center. Right where Sean’s sweet little entrance clamped tight. But again, not enough to penetrate. Close, though. Which hopefully would divert Sean’s attention.
Sean squirmed against Max’s finger. His eyes had turned wary. Max’s touch made him nervous. But why? Max wouldn’t hurt him. Sean needed to conquer his fear. And Max had an idea of how to help. Slowing his finger, he recommenced with Sean’s cock.
Sean moaned out a curse.
Max held his eyes. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir!” Sean’s nod looked nearly frantic.
Max turned his head and leaned in close, till Sean’s parted lips pressed against his cheek. He wanted to feel Sean’s pants. “Ask nicely.”
“Please!” Sean gasped out. Air rushed past Max’s skin. “Please may I come, Sir! Please!”
Max growled, his own dick teeming with need. “Yes, Sean,” he murmured. “Yes, you may come.”
Sean’s next moan came laden with feverish relief. Max could literally feel his whole body priming. Reading for release. Bracing to explode. Only seconds remained, if that.
Max pushed against Sean’s ring while turning his lips to Sean’s ear. “I want this,” he growled. “One day you will give it to me.”
It was a gamble. Could easily derail Sean’s orgasm. But if it didn’t, if Sean lit up with that stimulus against his hole, it’d go a long way to acclimate Sean’s mindset. Offering a powerful new counter-claim to his hang-up. Shit, yeah. If he got Sean to climax super hard, and do so with a finger teasing his ass? Max would be halfway to the finish line in getting Sean over his hump.
Sean’s hips bucked erratically, mouth wide against Max’s cheek. “Oh, God, Sir!—Oh, God, Sir!—”
Max pumped faster. Pressed harder.
Sean’s lean frame shot rigid. He sucked in sharply. “Oh fuck, Sir! Oh fuck! I’m gonna—I’m gonna—UUHHH!!”
And just like that, thick ropes of cum pelted the shit out of Max’s chest. His own cock kicked. It wanted some, too. And still, Sean’s orgasm powered on. Grinding his hips deliriously against Max’s body, making all those strained grunts and groans. Max grinned, loving how Sean’s mouth was still plastered against his cheek. Loving how he could still hear every pant.
Satisfaction consumed him. Made his heart pound elatedly. Sean had done it. Had trusted him. Completely. And in return, Max had shot him past the moon. Which typically wouldn’t be any new feat. Max had driven subs to ecstasy countless times. The difference was that, while their climaxes gave him gratification—his own little dark carnal rush—none had ever given him such pleasure. Not like Sean had just now. With him, every second of every minute had been like riding his own wave of rapture.
Which in and of itself was the difference. Working with the others sated his demons, but joy was never part of the package. That was ultimately for him to give them. Not the other way around. Because it was a job, albeit a job with some decadent bennies, but still a job nevertheless. But with Sean, it hadn’t felt that way at all. In fact, it’d felt like the opposite. Like every single aspect had been orchestrated for him. As if he were the recipient, not Sean. Because it’d honest to God made him happy. Max couldn’t explain it. The way this felt so different.
But it did.
And he loved it.
Wanted more.
Easing back, he gazed at Sean’s face. His eyes were closed, his cheeks were damp, and his skin had this surreal kind of glow. Max watched him, entranced. What was it about Sean? His uniqueness was so alluring. Yet at the same time felt hazardous as hell. Max should be exhibiting more caution. He knew he should, regardless of how difficult Sean made that. God freaking knew, just because something felt good, didn’t mean it actually was. From what Max had heard, heroin felt good, too. And heroin could put a guy in his grave.
Max settled his hands on Sean’s hips. “You okay?”
Eyes closed, Sean moaned. “Uh-huh.”
“Was that good?”
“God, yes.”
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“My pleasure. Welcome to the club. Looks like you’re official.”
Sean’s lips curved even before he opened his eyes. “Do I get a congratulatory kiss?”
Max tamped down a chuckle and shook his head. “No, you do not.” He stepped back, pulled the small towel free from his pocket, and gave their spattered chests a brisk wipe down.