“A genius at the foot of my bed,” Trevor was scared to death, hot all over, and hard in his sweats, “and happy to be there? To be my pampered boy?”
Sky squirmed, shifting his hips like he did when turned on and not allowed to touch himself. “Yes.”
Trevor couldn’t even pet him. But he didn’t let his tone gentle.
“Yes?” he prodded. “You’d sleep in a bed on the floor?”
“Yes, I’d sleep at your feet,” Sky corrected, but soft, his eyes still averted.
Trevor stroked him the only way he could and Sky shivered for it. “Would you, Sky baby? I could get a bed embroidered with your name.”
Sky’s gaze came up to meet his. His flush was visible even in the dark.
Trevor gentled his voice even more. “And a matching blue leash you’d bring to me when you need it,” he suggested to watch Sky squirm again. Sky was so understandably defensive with the rest of the world, but he was letting Trevor humiliate him by offering him a version of what he wanted. “Sky the submissive,” a twitch went through Sky, Trevor carried on, growing even softer, “there to be spoiled as long as he’s good. But he won’t be, he can’t be, so he’ll get punished too… because he also wants that.”
That was more embarrassing to Sky than the dog bed. Possibly because it was Trevor and not someone better.
But the sad thought didn’t get a chance to take hold. Sky said, “At your feet,” again, his head down. “With you,” he added.
“You’d have to beverygood for that,” Trevor answered, as though they hadn’t slept tangled up together countless times. “Have to give me what I want. Be a good pet. Do you like that idea?”
“Yes.” Sky didn’t even sound impatient although he hadn’t stopped moving, small, restless twitches and shivers.
“No squirming,” Trevor ordered. Sky’s breathing hitched, but he stopped. “So obedient already,” Trevor told him, a fraction of the things he wanted to say to Sky now. “Just because I offered you a collar and a bed. Maybe you really are my pet the way you keep telling me you are.”
One of these days, he was going to have to gag Sky to muffle all the noises he made when he wanted something but also felt he should argue about wanting it.
“Shut up,” Trevor commanded without raising his voice. Sky silenced himself over the course of several pained breaths, finally going quiet while pushing one palm down to his knee in agitation. Trevor tracked the motion, and the gleam in the thick, dark hair on Sky’s inner thigh, and purred, “Oh.” It only made Sky shiver more.
“You like it so much,” Trevor exhaled the realization, then nearly purred again. “Let me see how much you like it.”
That should have been easier for Sky. Sky had bared himself to Trevor dozens, if not hundreds of times. But he was slow to move, changing the position of the phone before sliding his knees apart to better let Trevor see his wet little cock.
“Good boy,” Trevor said immediately, staring while Sky shivered and couldn’t catch his breath. Trevor couldn’t stop staring. He wanted to touch. He wanted it in his mouth. He dragged his gaze up. “Beautiful.” Sky started to make a sound but stopped himself, looking quickly to Trevor to see if he’d noticed. Trevor said it again. “You’re beautiful, smart boy.” Sky sank his teeth into his bottom lip but kept his reaction down. Trevor decided to reward that with everything else. “If you were here, I would take care of that for you. You deserve it for how quickly you gave me what I wanted this time. Are you pleased with yourself? You can speak now.”
Sky’s thighs were trembling. “I could be better.” He revealed in a shamed whisper. “I want to give you what you want.” He didn’t lift his eyes. “I want to. I just can’t without…. You’re so good to me, and I’m….”
“Do I need to tie you up to make you say it?” Trevor wondered, as carefully tender as he could manage to be. Sky pushed his hand down to his knee again rather than squirm. “You’re beautiful like this,” Trevor continued, watching that restless hand, listening to Sky’s breathing grow uneven. “Amazing. My pet.” Trevor was in awe and let Sky know it. “My genius Sky.” Trevor’s knuckles were white with how tightly his hand was clenched. He watched each word of praise hit Sky and then added, softly, sweetly, “My submissive.”
“Yes.” Sky bit his lip the second the word was out, then let his hand fall the second after. He continued to shiver, with arousal, with the cold, with shock at what Trevor had gotten him to say, but his hands went flat and motionless. His head stayed down.
“Do you know what I want to do to my submissive Sky? I’d tie him to my bed.” Trevor petted Sky with words, a fantasy he knew Sky had. “I’d leave him there all day so I could fuck him as I please. No thoughts allowed in his head but when he’ll get stuffed next and how sore I’ve left his holes. You like that? Being a hole for me? A toy? Or should I sometimes let you come?”
Sky bit his lip but a muffled whine emerged anyway.
“That’s what my submissive gets,” Trevor was riveted to the sight of him, “if he says it.”
Sky was already nodding. “I am. I am. Please.”
“The word, Sky.” Trevor hadn’t forgotten. “I want the word.”
“Yours,” Sky rasped. “Yours,” he repeated, sending a shock through Trevor that he had to shake off so he wouldn’t lose Sky. It was just like Sky to jump beyond the line Trevor had set for him.
“Yes.” Trevor answered warmly, practically crooning. “Yes, good, smart boy. That’s so much better than I expected. You always amaze me.”
Sky’s hand twitched, landing partly up his thigh. He shoved it clumsily back down to the couch. “Trevor.” It was too slow and dreamy to be a whine. “Trevor.”
“Yes, baby?”
