“I hope you ate dinner earlier, because I’m not cooking this late.” Vincent announced, as we walked through his front door.

“How about a drink then?” I asked. I wasn’t really all that hungry anyway. I really just wanted to drink away the grossness being at that house made me feel.

“Sure, I can do drinks. You can make yourself comfortable anywhere you’d like.” He told me.

Vincent walked toward the small caddy that was completely stocked with all his favorite alcoholic beverages and any mixing ingredients he might want. It suited his massive living room with that massive wall book case. I sat in the middle of the couch and watched Vincent mix together two drinks expertly, as if that were his true job.

“When’d you learn how to make drinks like a pro?” I asked.

“I work in a strip club, sweety. You tend to pick up a thing or two here and there when you’ve been doing it as long as I have.” He answered without turning away from his task.

“Oh yeah? What else have you picked up then?” I teased playfully, hoping I could manage to lighten my own mood.

“I learned how to serve a full drink, while giving a lap dance, and not spill a single drop. But there is one thing I watched a video on once that I wanted to try, but I can’t exactly try out on customers. Wanna be my guinea pig?” he asked, finally turning to face me. He peeked my interest, so naturally I wanted to say yes.

“Absolutely, I do. I don’t even care what it is.” I answered, making Vincent smirk with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Good boy. Let’s make it a little more interesting, take your shirt off, hot stuff.” He demanded as he made his way toward me. I did as I was told without any argument. I mean honestly, who’d want to argue with that anyway?!

When Vincent got to me, drinks in hand, he straddled my lap, sat one drink on the table behind the couch, and took a rather large sip of the other drink before also setting that one behind me. He leaned his face close to mine, and pulled my chin up so that our lips met. He kissed me gently. The strong scent of whiskey filled my nose. He guided me to open my mouth and when I did, warm liquid filled my mouth. We kept the whiskey between our mouths, making for a rather spicy, messy, and sexy kiss. A few drips fell from our lips here and there, but the most of the drink disappeared as we both took turns swallowing small amounts. When it was all gone, he pulled back from me and looked down at me.

“I could happily continue drinking like that.” He whispered in heavy breath.

“I could get drunk off you alone. But the whiskey definitely adds some fun to it.” I smiled at him.

“Take my shirt off me.” Vincent demanded, still whispering.

I took his shirt off in one swift movement, exposing his bare chest. I desperately wanted to tease his nipples, but I hadn’t been told I could yet. I settled for letting my hands rest on his waist. His hands delicately traced lines up and down my throat, and across the tops of my shoulders. Eventually he grabbed one of the drinks from behind me, and took another sip. He devoured my mouth in another whiskey fueled kiss, letting his soft moans vibrate into my mouth. His hips slowly started to gyrate on me, rubbing his clothed crotch against mine.

Vincent bit my bottom lip, pulling it out between his teeth. I watched his eyes as his teeth sank into my lip. It hurt, but this type of pain was a turn on; it wasn’t aggressive, and he wasn’t intentionally out to cause me harm. When he released my lip, he pushed me down on my back so that injured leg was able to hang off the side of the couch still. He stayed upright on me, grabbed the glass of cold whiskey, then poured it slowly over my chest and abs. I let out a loud gasp from the unexpected coldness on my bare skin.

“Vin – ahh – ” I started, but before I could say anything else, Vincent’s tongue was lapping up every drop of whiskey over every inch of my chest and abs. Of course he teased my nipples while he was at it, gently nipping each one before sucking and licking them. As he made his way down my body, his hands expertly undid my pants and freed my growing erection. He licked up the bit of whiskey the pooled in my navel while he pumped his hand slowly on my manhood, occasionally bumping the head of my shaft against his chest. I moaned softly.

Once all the whiskey had been cleaned off me, Vincent began kissing every inch of my exposed skin. It felt really good to have all his attention on me right now. Like I was the only thing that mattered to him. Then it hit me, he’s taking care of me because I was in distress. He caring for his submissive.

“Vincent?” I whispered.

“Yes, Roy?” He moved his face to hover over mine so that he could look me in the eyes.

“Will you be mine? My boyfriend, my dom, my master, just… mine?” I stumbled over my words embarrassingly.

Vincent smiled at me but the look in his eyes seemed cautious. “Roy, are you sure you’re okay with that? I would absolutely love to be yours, and for you to be mine, but are you ready to have a dominant partner again?” He asked. I took in what he was asking for moment. Deep down inside, sure I was nervous about being submissive again, but I knew that if it was him, if it was Vincent who was my dom, then I would be okay.

“Yes. If it’s you, then yes. I trust you.” I told him. He pressed his forehead to mine.

“Yes. I would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend, dom, master. Just yours.” He playfully teased. I smiled at him, then his lips met mine in a gentle, intimate, passionate kiss.

I pulled away slightly, “I still need you to be patient with me though. I have a lot I have to work through still. But I want to do it with you by my side, if you’re okay with that.” I told him.

“I will happily help you however you need me to. If it helps comfort you at all, I’m definitely not a sadist in the slightest. I don’t get off on causing pain or humiliation. I enjoy other ways of dominating. I won’t hurt you Roy. I want to see you writhe in the pleasure that I give you,” he paused, looked down at my exposed cock still in his hand, then back at me with a cunning grin. “and I want to see you submit to me and the pleasure I give you.”

His hand continued to pump my shaft just fast enough to bring me to the brink of orgasm, making me close my eyes and drop my head back as I let the feeling take over, then he stopped. My eyes popped open, and I jerked my head up to see why he’d stopped, only to find him staring at my face already. He kissed me again. I brought my hands up to either side of his face and held his face to mine. I wanted to express my feelings to him through this kiss, I wanted to tell him how much he meant to me, and how much it meant that he was so incredibly willing to go at my pace with this relationship.

Vincent pull away and began kissing down my neck and chest, all the way down to my throbbing shaft still in his hand. I was anticipating him taking me into his mouth, but he didn’t. I watched as he spit a string of drool onto the head and gently messaged it down my entire length. It took a lot of will power to hold myself back from releasing all over his face just then.

“You said you trust me, right?” He asked in a low, sensual voice.

“Yes.” I answered without hesitation, even though I was unsure of where this was going.

“I promise our positions won’t change, as far as you being the top and me being the bottom, but I want to help you to relearn the pleasure of anal orgasms. Will you let me retrain your body?” He asked.

The plug yesterday had already put me on edge, I wasn’t sure if I was actually ready to do more than that yet. The idea definitely scared me. On the one hand, I do remember how good it felt, but then on the other hand, the last time I ever did it…

“I don’t think I’m ready to say yes to that right now. Can we revisit that idea when I’ve had the chance to work through it more?” I answered honestly.

“Sure, that’s okay. I’ll hold you to that though. We will talk about it again in the future. For now,” Vincent crawled back up my body and line the head of my cock to his hole, “let’s enjoy each other’s bodies.” He sat down, sliding me into his tightness.

Vincent put his hands on the arm rest behind my head for support, then began riding me fast. He kept his eyes on my face as he moved, and the look he had was like he was daring me to do something without asking. After a short while, he sat up straight, placing one hand on my chest, and the other on my propped up knee. He tilted his face to the ceiling, and continued riding me. It was like he was feeling it more this time.

“I want you to put your hands on me Roy. Grab my hips, or my ass, or my thighs. Anything. Just hold me like you want me.” He commanded. This was the first time his command came out more like begging than dominating orders. Since it sounded like he was begging for me, I did the only thing I thought was right in this moment. I grabbed his hips, sat myself up, and pushed him down onto his back. I think it was purely instinct that his arms wrapped around my neck to hold onto me as I shifted him backward.

He gasped at me from my unexpected move, “Woah! I didn’t say to do all that.”

“You shush and just enjoy this.” I said, letting my more dominant side show unintentionally. A small part of my brain told me that Vincent would definitely punish me later for talking to him like that.

I began thrusting my hips into him, drawing out more of his beautiful moans. His nails dug into the skin on my shoulder blades, and the memory of him telling me he didn’t mind me marking him came to mind.

“You like leaving marks just as much as you like receiving them, don’t you?” I asked, leaning my face into his neck and kissing the very dark hickey I’d left on him yesterday.

“Does that bother you?” He asked, though it came out sounding genuinely concerned.

“Not in the slightest, Master.” I answered with a huff as I continued thrusting into him.

Though I said it didn’t bother me, he still moved his hands off my back. I couldn’t understand why he’d do that, but now wasn’t the time to question it. With my orgasm on the brink of barreling through me, I pressed my lips just below his ear, then again right on his ear.

“May I cum now?” I whispered in his ear.

“No.” I immediately stopped moving because I would have came if I kept going. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” His voice was very much so dominating.

“I’ll cum if I keep moving.”

“Keep moving, and do not cum. I’ll have to punish you if you can’t follow the rules.” He announced.

“Isn’t this already punishment though?”

“If you can hold out until I give you permission, yes. But if you cum before I say so, what kind of punishment would that be?”

I began moving again at a slower pace, trying desperately to control myself. But I could already tell this was a battle I would lose. There was absolutely no way I would be able to withhold cumming until he gave me permission. Just as that realization hit me, my orgasm did too. My thrusting, slow paced as it may have been, became unrhythmic as my semen pumped into Vincent. I dropped my forehead to Vincent’s shoulder in defeat, with the threat of a new punishment looming over me. What would he do to me?

“Roy.” Vincent’s voice was low.

“Yes, Master?” I answered without moving my head.

“Get up.” He ordered. I did as he commanded without complaint, “Kneel right here facing the couch.”

I got on the ground and kneeled with my knees spread apart and my hands resting palms up on my thighs. Vincent shifted so that he was directly in front of me on the couch. His feet were on the couch, exposing absolutely everything right in front of my face. I could see my cum leaking out of his slightly swollen hole. I could also clearly see that I had not satisfied him…

“You see this?” Vincent asked, grabbing ahold of his shaft, “You went and made yourself feel good, but you didn’t even make sure your Master was satisfied first. We’ll have to do a bit of retraining.” He noted.

“I’m sorry, Master.” I bowed my head.

“I want you to watch me. You keep your hands where they are. You aren’t allowed to touch me at all while I finish your job for you.” He said.

He moved one foot to my shoulder, slightly lifting that corresponding hip off the couch just high enough for his arm to snake around behind him so that he could shove his fingers into his hole. With his other hand he pumped his erection in a fast motion. The fingers in his hole matched the pace of his hand on his cock. I felt horrible for not making sure he felt satisfied first. And I felt even worse now that I wasn’t allowed to touch him and satisfy him now.

“See this is what happens when you don’t sate my needs first. Now you have to sit there and watch.” He said in panted breaths. “Watch me satisfy myself when you didn’t.” He continued.

It wasn’t long before he’d managed to make himself cum all over his own chest. When he’d calmed down from his orgasm, he let his foot drop off my shoulder, and the set the other on the ground. He had one leg on either side of me now, and was looking down at me.

“Clean it up.” He ordered me.

I sat up on my knees and leaned over his lap so that I could do as I was told. I started with cleaning his now flaccid cock, the head was clearly still sensitive as I licked him clean. I moved on to his chest, licking up every last drop of his semen off the soft skin of his chest. My hands clung to his ribs, holding his body close to me as I finished cleaning him. After that, we moved to his bedroom and continued playing for most of the night.

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A/N: Well. Now they are officially dating! Woot Woot!