Yves rolled onto his back and stretched like a housecat in a sunbeam. “And you love me.”
Charon moved over him, his shadow falling over Yves’ lithe, naked body, and Yves gave an exaggerated shiver. “Yes, I love you.”
“Even when I’m being a brat?” Yves asked. “Because I can’t afford to stay out of practice. I’ll probably test you now and then, just in case.”
“I can handle you well enough,” Charon said.
“No, you can’t.” Yves arched his back and kissed Charon’s cheek. “You’re devoted to me. You adore me. You’ll do anything for me.”
Charon smiled. For all that Yves was speaking in the smug, indulgent tones of a courtesan about to be properly ravished, he could sense the need in Yves’ voice. “But you’ll submit first,” Charon said. He pushed Yves up the bed and propped Yves’ legs on his shoulders. “Because you’re devoted to me.” He bent down, folding Yves almost in half, and Yves gasped ever so faintly as Charon’s cock brushed against him. “You adore me. You’ll do anything for me.”
“I paid for oil for the bath,” Yves said quickly, and Charon almost laughed as Yves scrambled to reach the bedside table and remain pinned under Charon at the same time.
“Good boy,” Charon said, and opened the drawer for him.
“Who says I’m good?” Yves sounded almost offended.
“I do. Because that’s what you’ll be tonight. You’ll be so good that it will ruin your reputation as a brat.”
When Charon started to slick his fingers with the oil, Yves shook his head. “I don’t need your fingers.”
“You’re certain?”
“Charon.” Yves glared up at him. “I have wanted you to take me apart on your cock foryears,and I’ll be damned if I wait a moment longer.”
“We’ll have time,” Charon said, grinding against him just to make Yves moan in frustration. “Perhaps I should take it slow. Ease you in.”
“Charon,” Yves said, so pathetically that Charon laughed. “I’m suffering and you’re doing nothing to help me.”
“No man has died for want of a cock, Yves.”
Yves’ eyes flashed. “Watch me.”
Charon had to admit that he didn’t have much patience himself. He kissed Yves again, bracing himself over Yves in the way he knew he liked, thrilling in how perfectly they fit together. When he eased his hard, aching cock into Yves, Yves sucked in a loud, shuddering breath that made Charon smile and run a hand over his brow.
“I’m not… It’s not too much,” Yves said. “It’s just big.” He ran his hands up Charon’s arms, stroking his biceps. “Fuck, you’re so big, Charon. Have I ever mentioned how fucking big you are?”
“Nearly every day for years,” Charon said, and felt Yves give beneath him, almost too tight for comfort at first but eager and hot. Charon thrust deeper, and Yves fell back again so Charon could bend over him. “Good. You’re being so good.”
“Tell no one,” Yves gasped, and groaned when Charon thrust the rest of the way inside him. “Please do that again. Please, Charon, I’ll do anything, I’ll even go camping in Lukos for you, just keep doing that.”
Charon fucked into him harder, and Yves’ lips parted involuntarily, his gaze fixed on some distant vision through the ceiling. Charon tapped his chin. “Look at me.”
“I can’t,” Yves said. “Not when you’re—ah—when you’re on top of me like this, when your weight…”
Charon pressed his body closer to Yves’, trapping him further, and Yves let out a shuddering gasp that held no artifice or exaggeration. “A brat who likes being overpowered?”
“Don’t make me form words, Charon,” Yves begged, and Charon kissed him soundly. He thrust into Yves hard, making the bed shake and the frame rattle against the wall, and he watched Yves’ eyes go hazy as he slipped under into subspace. Charon wasn’t surprised that Yves favored a rough touch. He was so careful to keep his clients within their assigned roles,never venturing past the point of a bratty pet and their rich benefactor. The real Yves—the one who had grown up on a farm with too many siblings to care for and an ardent yearning for more—wanted this, love without teasing or taunting, overwhelming and powerful. He trusted Charon to not go too far, to be gentle when necessary, but still be himself.
Charon fucked Yves until the bedframe cracked the wall and lodged there, and the floor trembled and the mirror by the door almost swung off its hook. Yves came then, squinting his eyes shut and groaning low and plaintive, and Charon kissed his brow and slowed despite his own building desire.
“Keep going,” Yves whispered, and tried to grind down on Charon’s cock. “Please.”
“Show me how you fuck yourself, then,” Charon said, and Yves did it without question, bracing himself on the headboard. He was using his own body to get Charon off, his legs trembling, perfectly obedient. “Good. That’s good, Yves.”
Charon came inside Yves with a shudder of his own, and he held Yves through it as Yves’ body went limp with exhaustion and relief. When he pulled out, Yves raised his hands as though to draw Charon back again.
“Let me take care of you,” Charon said, and Yves looked up at him through narrowed eyes.
