ALEXANDER
I claimed his mouth like I owned it….because I did.
The moment Dashiell breathed out that soft, reluctant "Fine," I descended on him. My hand tightened on his jaw, tilting his head exactly where I wanted it, and I kissed him hard, deep, devouring. My tongue pushed past his lips, licking along the seam before sweeping inside to taste every inch. I dragged my tongue over his teeth, across the roof of his mouth, slow and filthy, savoring the way he shivered against me.
Dashiell made a small, shocked sound into my mouth, half protest, half needy whimper. His hands fisted tighter in my shirt, knuckles white.
I pulled back just enough to speak against his wet lips, voice low and commanding.
"Open your mouth wider, little anomaly. Suck."
His eyes flew open, glassy and wide. A fierce blush exploded across his cheeks and down his neck. For a second he just stared at me, breathing hard through his nose, clearly processing the order with that brilliant, literal brain of his.
"You… you can't just say things like that," he muttered, voice hoarse and direct, even while his hips twitched against my thigh. "We're in your study and it's Sunday morning. Normal people drink coffee and read the news…"
I cut him off by sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, hard enough to make him gasp. Then I licked into him again, deeper this time, tongue stroking his with purposeful, obscene strokes.
"I said open," I growled against his lips. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Dashiell's breath hitched. His fingers trembled against my chest. Then, because he was perfect, stubborn and shy and so fucking hungry for me….he obeyed. He parted his lips wider, tentative at first, and shyly sucked on my tongue when I slid it back into his mouth.
The sensation shot straight to my cock.
"Good boy," I praised darkly, voice rough. I fed him my tongue again, letting him suckle while I rocked my thigh between his legs, pressing against the growing hardness in his sleep shorts. "Just like that. Look at you… so pretty when you follow instructions."
He pulled back slightly with a wet pop, gasping, a thin string of saliva connecting our mouths. His eyes were dazed, pupils blown wide, but that stubborn spark was still there.
"You're… ridiculous," he whispered, voice shaky but laced with that dry humor I was becoming addicted to. "Extorting sex for fish. And now you're giving me tongue commands like I'm some kind of… of oral obedience patient."
A low chuckle rumbled out of me. I grabbed his ass with both hands and lifted him slightly, grinding our hips together so he could feel exactly how hard I was.
"Oral obedience patient," I repeated, amused. "Only you would turn filthy foreplay into a medical diagnosis."
Dashiell let out a breathless laugh that turned into a moan when I sucked on his tongue again, harder this time. He melted further into it, sucking obediently while his hips rolled against me in small, desperate movements. His fingers moved from my shirt to the back of my neck, clutching like he needed something solid to hold onto.
I broke the kiss just long enough to bite his jaw, then his throat, leaving faint red marks.
"Tell me you want it," I ordered softly, lips brushing his ear. "Tell me you want me to fuck you right here against this wall for that aquarium."
He shivered hard. His forehead dropped against my shoulder for a second, hiding his burning face as his fingers tapped a rapid rhythm against my nape, one of his little stims when he was overwhelmed and aroused at the same time.
"I hate how much I want it," he admitted, voice muffled and brutally honest. Then he lifted his head, eyes glassy but direct. "Yes. I want it. But if you ruin my favorite hoodie I'm billing you for emotional damages."
I smiled against his neck, hungry, and genuinely entertained.
"Brat," I murmured, already shoving his sleep shorts down with one hand. "You'll take everything I give you… and you'll thank me for the tank while you're still dripping with my cum."
Dashiell's breath caught in a whimper, but he didn't argue.
He just pulled me back down into another messy, desperate kiss, sucking on my tongue like the good little husband he was learning to be.
I shoved his sleep shorts down in one smooth motion, letting them pool at his ankles. Dashiell kicked them off impatiently, now standing in nothing but his old hoodie that hung loose on his slim frame, the hem brushing the top of his thighs. The sight made my cock throb painfully.
Fuck.
Those legs, long, smooth, pale as porcelain. I ran both hands down them possessively, from the backs of his thighs to his calves, squeezing the firm muscle. So fucking delicate and perfect. My palms slid back up, gripping the lush curve of his ass. He had such a tiny waist and such a pretty, rounded ass. It drove me insane.
"Mine," I growled under my breath.
Before he could say another word, I lifted him. Dashiell let out a surprised sound as his legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, ankles locking at the small of my back. The heat of his bare cock pressed against my stomach through the thin fabric of my sweatpants. I carried him across the study like he weighed nothing and set him on the edge of my desk with a firm thud, papers scattering.
I stepped between his spread thighs, hands still roaming. I couldn't stop touching him, stroking those long, smooth legs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of his inner thighs, spreading him wider. My gaze dropped to his flushed cock, already leaking against the hem of the oversized t-shirt.
"Look at you," I murmured, voice rough with obsession. "So fucking pretty. This body was made for me to fuck."
Dashiell's breath hitched. He braced his hands behind him on the desk, cheeks burning pink, but his legs stayed locked around me. His fingers tapped rapidly against the wood.
I reached into the drawer without looking, pulling out the bottle of lube I kept there for exactly this reason. I clicked it open and coated my fingers generously.
Dashiell's eyes flicked to the bottle, then back to me. His voice came out direct and slightly breathless.
"Condom."
I paused, one slick finger already circling his tight hole.
He continued, stubborn even while his hips twitched toward my touch. "I don't like the mess. The first time… when you came inside me… it felt weird. Sticky. I didn't like it leaking out of me for hours. Condom."
A dark chuckle left me. I pressed the tip of my finger inside him anyway, just enough to make him gasp.
"Oh, little anomaly," I said, voice low and amused, leaning over him until our faces were inches apart. "You think I'm going to wrap my cock when I fuck what belongs to me? I like knowing my cum is dripping down your thighs. I like knowing you're still full of me when you go back to your precious routines."
Dashiell whimpered, his hole clenching around my invading finger. His legs tightened around my waist.
"But… it's messy… " he tried, always so blunt, even when his voice cracked with arousal.
I pushed a second finger in, scissoring him open while my other hand stroked his leaking cock slowly.
"You'll take it raw," I told him calmly, almost conversationally, as I crooked my fingers against his prostate. "You'll take every drop I give you. And afterwards, when my cum is running out of this tight little hole, you're going to let me push it back in with my fingers while you thank me for your new aquarium."
Dashiell's head fell back with a broken moan, hips rolling helplessly onto my hand. His cheeks were scarlet.
"You're… deranged," he gasped, but there was no real fight in it. His cock twitched hard in my grip, betraying him completely.
I smiled, cold and satisfied, and leaned down to bite his collarbone.
"Yes. I am." I added a third finger, stretching him wider. "And you're going to come on my bare cock like a good boy, then thank me properly while you're still shaking."
I pulled my fingers out, shoved my sweatpants down just enough to free my aching cock, and lined up against his slick entrance.
Dashiell's glassy eyes met mine, equal parts nervous and desperate.
"…At least go slow at first," he muttered.
I pressed the thick head inside him with a groan.
"No promises."