The ride felt longer than it was, but as soon as the carriage stopped, he wished it would have been longer. That it would never come to an end, and that they’d just keep going until the end of the world.
He stepped out of the carriage, still trying to adjust to the feeling of having something inside of him.
Adelena was waiting for him in front of the brothel, her gaze was a mix of concern and rage.
“What on earth happened to you?” She yelled. She tried not to sound too angry, but Dashiell knew her too well, and he knew that she was pissed. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Dashiell whispered. “Nothing to worry about!”
“Nothing to worry about? I haven’t seen you in over three weeks. Your clients are getting rather impatient, and everyone is asking after you!” Yes, and you are losing a lot of money when I’m not here! Just say what you really mean instead of sugarcoating it. He wanted to yell back at her. He was the one who earned her the most money, and he hated that he always had to share it with her. She doesn’t even give me a fucking bed to sleep in for god sake!
“I’m sorry!” He said with a shrug and walked past her into the brothel. He stopped abruptly when saw that Barret was already there, waiting for him. Dashiell was feeling uncomfortable when Barret’s gaze was scanning his body. He did not want to do this; he wasn’t ready for it. His body was beginning to shiver, but he had to hide it. He had to put on his mask and pretend that nothing was wrong.
Dashiell took a very deep breath, as he walked up to Barret and leaned close to him with a smile on his lips. “I heard you’ve been waiting for me.” He flirted as he ran a hand up and down Barret’s strong arms. I’m so glad he is so good looking! It’ll make it so much easier he thought as he took his hand and pulled him towards one of the empty rooms. Barret didn’t speak, he just kept his eyes on Dashiell.
He walked through the door as he pulled Barret with him. He was just going to get this over with as fast as possible.
Still, without talking, Barret pushed him gently up against the wall and his hands began opening Dashiell’s shirt. Dashiell’s breathing quickened. He couldn’t let him see his back. He couldn’t risk scaring him away. He took Barret’s hands in his and pushed them away from him. “Maybe you could let me keep it on?” He asked, trying to make himself sound sexy. “You could just bend be over the table, and fuck me? I promise I’ll be good.” He whispered in his ear before biting it gently.
“No,” Barret said in a toneless voice, and Dashiell thought he saw a hit of concern in his eyes, but he knew he was wrong. Barret couldn’t care less about him and his feelings. “Take it off”
“Please, just let me keep it on!” But Barret ignored him and opened his shirt. Dashiell wanted to cry and pull away from him, but he couldn’t. Do it for Averet! He thought as he closed his eyes and allowed Barret to slide it of his shoulders.
“Turn around!” he ordered and Dashiell’s whole body quivered. When he didn’t obey Barret took a gentle hold on him and turned him around. He knew Barret’s eyes were on his back, taking in the horrible sight of the red and swollen scars. He turned Dashiell back around, took his head in his hands, and looked him into the eyes. “Who did this to you?” He asked.
“It’s nothing. I’m sorry! I’ll find someone else for you.” Dashiell said as he bent down to pick up his shirt again, but Barret stopped him.
“I don’t want someone else! I want to know who did that to you!” He sounded weird and angry, and Dashiell was surprised that he was able to talk that much in the first place. He was definitely angry. Not with Dashiell, but at whoever did this to him. The prince he thought the one you want to kill, did this to me! He wanted nothing more than to spill the whole truth. “Please, just tell me!”
“It was just a client.” Dashiell sighed. “I don’t even know his name” lair!
“Has he been holding you captive all this time?”
Yes! “No! someone saved me and took care of me.” He said “Look, I understand why you wouldn’t want to fuck me anymore, it’s disgusting, okay! But I could just keep my shirt on?”
"It's not disgusting! I want to know who did that to you."
"Why does it matter so much?" Dashiell sighed. "You don't know me; you don't have to pretend to care about me! I'm a whore. Just bend me over and fuck me, and then move on like everyone else!"
"I know what you are," Barret said and it hurt him way more than it should have. He shouldn’t care what Barret thought of him, but he couldn’t shut it out. Whore!
"Then please just fuck me. It's up to you if you want me to keep my shirt on or not! Everything is up to you. I'm here to make you feel good." Dashiell tried to hide how he felt and smiled at him, before dropping to his knees. He pressed his hand against the front of Barret’s pants before opening them slowly. Barret looked like one who wanted to stop him, but when Dashiell pulled his pants down and took his cock in his mouth Barret didn't protest. He was being gentle as he played with his cock, keeping his gaze fixated on Barret beautiful face.
"Fuck." He moaned and clenched his fists in Dashiell’s hair to press himself further into his mouth. He never gagged. He just took it. "Get up," Barret said gently and helped Dashiell to his feet. He was being gentle with him, as he pushed him towards the bed. When his legs hit the edge of it Dashiell began to undo his own pants. He still felt the plug inside of him, but it wasn’t burning or hurting anymore, so he knew that he was ready for him, he just didn’t know if he should pull it out himself, without Barret looking at him, or if he should make a show out of in. His pants hit the floor and he stood naked before him. Barret was taking in his whole body, and Dashiell knew that he liked what he was seeing. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked quietly, as he stepped closer to him and ran his hands up and down Dashiell’s chest.
“Yes,” Dashiell whispered and leaned closer to him so he could kiss his neck, and Barret turned his head slightly away to give him better access. “I’ve prepared myself for you-” He said as he grabbed a hold on Barret’s hands and pressed them against his ass, so he could fell the plug inside of him. “- how do you want me to remove it?” he whispered as he pressed his hips against Barret’s. “You can watch as I pull it out myself… stretching me open for you. Or I could just remove it and you could replace it with your cock?” Barret didn’t say anything. His hands were just firmly squeezing his ass as he held him close.
“Do you really want me to fuck you?”
No! I want to run away “Yes! I want you to fuck me!” He said. Barret nodded and took a hold on the butt plug and pulled it slowly out of him. The sensations were such a relief, and he didn’t want to get anything else shoved into him. Do it for Averet! For Erat! “How do you want me?” He whispered.
“Lay on your stomach.” And Dashiell obeyed. He wondered how he’d be able to fuck him while looking at his back. It must be the biggest turn-off! But Barret wanted him like that so he would give it to him. He spread his leg as Barret settled himself between them. “If it’s too much, then tell me to stop!” He said as he grabbed the oil on the bedside table. Dashiell would never tell him to stop, but he nodded anyway. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said as he leaned down and pressed a few kissed on his scared shoulders. It made Dashiell’s eyes tear up, but he had to hold it back. He couldn’t cry. He had to be strong. He could feel his cock pressing against his hole, and he pressed himself against him.
“Please, I want you.” He moaned, and Barret pressed himself slowly into him. He was still tight around him, but it didn’t hurt. It actually felt surprisingly good.
Barret would kiss his shoulders and neck all time, and he whispered to him, making sure that Dashiell was okay. He was fucking him so gently and it was making him hard. Dashiell would never get hard with a client. He never enjoyed the sex, but this was so different. So careful and soft. For the first time in an awfully long time, he didn’t have to fake his moans. Barret would keep hitting that perfect spot inside of him that made him gasp for air. He wanted to turn around and touch himself. He wanted Barret to wrap his hand around his cock and stroke him slowly while thrusting into him. He clenched his fists in the sheets as he pressed himself harder against Barret, pleading him to pick up the pace and fuck him harder. He gave over to the sensation for the first time in his life, and it felt wonderful. Barret leaned down and kissed his cheek which made Dashiell smile.
As Barret came inside of him Dashiell wanted more. He didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to cum, while someone else was watching him. Barret pulled out and Dashiell turned around slowly and laid down on his ruined back.
“You’re hard,” Barret said looking confused. Dashiell hadn’t been able to get hard the last time they were together. The statement and Barret’s gaze on his hard cock was making him blush.
“Don’t worry about it-” Dashiell whispered. “-I can take care of myself.” but Barret ignored him and wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking him. Dashiell hissed and thrust his hips up to meet the strokes. No one had ever touched him like that. Barret was looking at him, his eyes looking deep into Dashiell’s unique ones. He couldn’t control it, and there was no way in hell he could hold himself back any longer, so he came all over his stomach. Okay, that was new! Dashiell’s cheeks had never been so red before and it made Barret smile. He is actually really beautiful! He thought. Barret got out of the bed and began to get dressed again. Dashiell stayed on the bed, completely naked and exposed, and he was enjoying the way Barret was looking at him.
“Can I see you again?” Barret asked when he was fully dressed.
“If you want to.” Dashiell said with a smile “You know where to find me! And I’ll try not to disappear again!”
“I want to.” He said with a smile before leaving the room.
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