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things up so that you're comfortable." He kept holding
onto Kerry's hands as well, looking into his beautiful
boy's eyes. "You'll always have your own bank account,
save your money in it. So no matter what happens, you
aren't left destitute."
He would never do to Kerry what the boy's former
master had done; he'd never do that to anyone, let alone
someone he loved like he loved his boy. Bellamy
wanted Kerry to know he was safe, though, to have a fall
back so that he would never, ever be in that position
again.
"I..."
Bellamy could read the desire on his boy's face.
"I know it isn't easy, Ker. I know it's the hardest thing
you've done in a long time, but you trusted me enough to
give me your heart and to move in with me. Trust me
enough to give us both what we want."
"You don't think you're going to decide you want
babies, right?"
He gave Kerry a rather horrified look. "I am far too
old to want babies. Or to suddenly switch from liking
balls to liking boobs."
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"I had to ask."
Yes. Yes, he supposed Kerry did. "You did. I promise
you my love and my devotion, Kerry. For the rest of my
life." He smiled, squeezed Kerry's hand. "And that holds
true whether or not we delve into the lifestyle, though
seriously, I think that's something we both want."
"We haven't even discussed it, Bel. What we like."
Kerry moved closer.
"Then we should." He put his arm around Kerry and
pulled his boy even closer. "Besides, I can see, I know
some things that you like already."
"Do you?" Kerry scooted in, pierced nipples hard.
"It's caterpillar."
Bellamy knew Kerry meant that was his safeword.
"Excellent. And I do. I know how sensitive your nipples
are, and how much you like them played with." Bel
reached out and touched one of the barbells on Kerry's
nipples. "I want to switch these out for rings and link
them with a chain." Smiling, he added, "boy." He knew
how much Kerry got off on belonging to someone, on
belonging to him.
Kerry's lips parted, that tiny nipple peaking under his
touch.
He leaned in and whispered against Kerry's lips.
"You want me to do all kinds of things to you."
"Oh, God." Kerry moaned, tongue flicking out to
tease him. "Please."
"Where should I start, boy?" He didn't wait for an
answer, his fingers finding those sweet little nipples,
with their barbells, beneath Kerry's shirt.
"Bel..." He jonesed on the soft gasp, the little
whimper. All he needed was the 'sir'. He twisted the
barbells again, searching for more of those lovely
sounds. "I. Oh, please. Need."
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His mouth closed over Kerry's, his tongue plunging
in and tasting deeply of his lover. He held nothing back,
feeding Kerry all his need, his passion. Bellamy tugged
Kerry's shirt out of his slacks, fingers moving up along
skin to find those lovely little nipples. Kerry stilled,
breath stopped as he waited.
He watched Kerry's eyes as his fingers finally
reached their destination, tugging again on the little bits
of metal in Kerry's skin. A soft little moan filled the air.
He twisted the right barbell, pulling at Kerry's flesh.
"Master!" The cry pushed into his lips, sharp. Needy.
He twisted harder, tongue pushing deeper into
Kerry's mouth at the word. His. Fuck, he needed. Now.
Right now. He needed to be buried in his boy, knowing
that Kerry was with him.
"How are you about public displays?" He all but
growled the words out. They could get a room in the
back from Xavier in about two minutes if Kerry balked
at doing it here. He didn't indulge in public himself, but
this was the Hammer, and Kerry, well, Kerry made him
need so much.
"Fine. Fine. Please." He'd never seen Kerry wild.
"Then here, now." He opened his pants, his prick
hard, aching and needing as he tugged at Kerry's slacks.
"Yes." Kerry's fingers wrapped around his cock,
those pretty lips parted.
He heard something rip, but he finally got Kerry's
pants open, down. "Straddle me, boy."
Kerry nodded. "Yes. Yes, Sir. Need you." His boy
was trembling, shaking with need, cock like a brand.
He grabbed the tiny tube of lube out of the condiment
tray -- he did love this club -- and a condom. Slicking
his fingers up quickly, he pushed one and then a second
into Kerry's hot little hole. Kerry moaned into his
mouth, riding him, moving faster, taking him deep. He
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tried to get the condom open one-handed, growling
when it stymied him.
"Master. Master, please..." Kerry lips were at his ear,
tongue tracing the edge.
"Just gotta get the glove on, boy." He was nearly as
desperate as his sweet boy.
Kerry helped him, fingers smoothing the condom
down, covering him. He moaned at the touch and then
grabbed Kerry's ass in both hands, shifting his lover over
his prick. He grunted, teeth bared as he jabbed up, taking
that sweet hole.
"Fuck. Ker. Boy." Ker was so tight and hot around
his cock.
"Yes. Yes. Feel you." Kerry bounced on his prick.
The club disappeared as he pushed up into his boy;
nothing else existed but the two of them. He watched his
lover move, watched the pure hunger in his boy's eyes.
Making love before had been awesome, but he could see
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