“Probably better fuck me,” Sasha managed, because if Micah kept talking in that hot-as-fuck dom voice, he was going to come in his pants.
Micah went still, which was only all right because it meant Sasha could really feel the scratches on his back. “I can’t. Viv—”
“Boss, you don’t know my girl and how dirty she gets when she’s feeling it. She’ll like hearing you rail me. C’mon, I got a tight ass, and you feel like you have a big cock—”
“Ican’t.” Micah pressed his hands to Sasha’s back, ran his fingers from shoulders to hips.
“But you want to,” Sasha said, pushing his ass up in encouragement. “She won’t mind, I promise, yeah? I wouldn’t do it if she would.”
“I need to ask her,” Micah said, sounding torn.
“Can’t if she’s sleeping. Won’t wake her up.” Sasha bit his own arm, trying to channel his arousal back into pain. “Okay, well, if you don’t want to fuck me—”
“That’s not— It’s not that—” Micah made a frustrated sound and scratched him again.
“Okay, I get it, s’fine,” Sasha slurred. He was so fucking close to coming. His back was burning, and gods, he wished Micah would fuck him or maybe ask Sasha to rail him instead—that’d also be fine. He just needed to come and have someone tell him he did well, took it like a good sub. “Get the salt. From the kitchen. Get it, rub it into my back.”
“You want me to rub salt on your back? Your back is… it’s bleeding.”
“That’s why I want the fuckingsalt, man.”
Micah swore softly and climbed off him. Sasha watched him go, biting back a helpless whimper as he saw the sizable erection tenting out Micah’s pants. “I can’t believe you’re cocked and ready and I’m so fucking here for being a dirty slut for you, and you’re not gonna fuck me.”
Micah returned with the salt, and his eyes narrowed, and then heput his foot on the back of Sasha’s neckand said, in a voice so full of dominance it made Sasha’s breath catch, “I saidno.”
Sasha felt it, then—not going under, but close enough that the salt would probably get him off, because damn, did Micah have a hell of a tone of command when he chose to use it. “Sure, sorry, just… please? The salt. Something. I need it.”
Micah straddled his hips again, and Sasha watched him, certain the need was plain on his face. “How do I do it—just pour it on you?”
“Fingers, use those. They should be wet—” Sasha moaned as Micah stuck his own fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. He almost asked again for Micah’s cock in his ass, because if Micah fucked him with salt on his back? Sasha would go under so hard he wouldn’t come up for a week.
But then Micah paused with his fingers in the salt. “Are you going to scream?”
“FuckyesI am.”
“Don’t. She needs her sleep.” Micah shifted and then, before Sasha could figure out what was happening, he felt cloth in his mouth—Micah’sshirt. Micah had shoved his shirt between Sasha’s teeth. And before Sasha could process that, Micah rubbed his salt-covered fingers on Sasha’s back, on his scratches.
There was a half second of quiet, and then the pain came. It was beautiful, hot, like a fire sweeping over him. It was so much, so inescapable, that Sasha fell into it and didn’t ever want to come back out. He screamed around the gag, and it made a lot of noise anyway. A rush of intense, mind-numbing pleasure followed on the heels of the pain that didn’t end, the salt a burn and the pleasure a wonderful, delicious undercurrent. He came in pants, fucking out his orgasm against the furs.
When it was over, he was panting and weak and so fucking happy he could melt into a puddle there on the floor. He watched as Micah climbed off him, took the salt pot back to the kitchen, and wet a cloth. Sasha made a noise and shook his head.
“Let me feel it, yeah?” he slurred, blinking up at Micah. “You’re so hot. Thank you. That was fucking amazing. You liked it?”
Micah’s cock was still hard, and he turned away. “I— Yes. I’m glad you feel better.”
“Do you?”
Micah nodded, but he didn’t turn around.
Sasha got up, wincing as he realized how messy his pants were, but whatever, that had been great and he’d really needed it. He was so relaxed it was hard to make himself talk. “You want me to take care of that, boss? Would love to, if you want.”
“I— No, just. Check on Viv.”
Sasha sighed, but he was too under to argue. He went up to Micah, wanting to hug him, but all he did was say, “I really needed that. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Micah said, still not turning around. “I… would like to be alone.”
“Sure,” Sasha said, agreeable and sleepy. “If you’re sure. We could just, y’know. Cuddle.”
