“Ah,” Liam said, releasing his grip on Cailan and turning him around. “The bath. It’s a good thing I could see it over your shoulder, because I had completely forgotten about it.”
Liam went and turned the water off, then he climbed into the bath and reached a hand out to help Cailan in as well. The water was pleasantly warm, and when Cailan sank down into it in the middle of the tub, it reached just above his nipples.
Liam sat down on the ledge, leant his head back, and groaned. “I’ve missed baths. Between the mediocre camp facilities and your help, I stay clean enough, but I’ve missed how taking a bath feels. Do you like baths?”
Did Cailan like baths? There was some deeply ingrained part of him that told him to smile and say that of course he liked them, because Liam did, but this wasn’t the time or place for that kind of insincerity.
“The last time I had a bath was when I threw up on the carpet and Aubree helped me wash. Before that, not since I was too young to know how to clean myself with magic. That is to say, I didn’t have any particular prior opinion of baths, but this is nice.”
“I suppose you wouldn’t have indulged yourself, would you? That’s why I try so hard to spoil you, Cailan. You never prioritise your own wants or needs. You never ask for anything.”
“I’m a slave. It’s not my place.”
“You’re my world. I don’t care what anyone else says you are or ought to be. I want you to be happy. Genuinely happy.”
“Well, you are my master, so I must give you what you want,” Cailan said as he looked up at Liam from where he sat in the water in front of him, a smile on his face to let him know that he understood just how absurd this verbal dance between them became sometimes. Not that he entirely hadn’t meant his words, but he wasn’t unaware of himself.
Liam followed Cailan’s gaze as it dropped to Liam’s cock. With their current positions, Cailan was closer to it than he was to Liam’s face. The head poked out from beneath the water, but the rest was submerged. “You’re going to breathe in water if you try that.”
Cailan felt himself flushing. Had it been so obvious what he was contemplating? “What can I do for you?”
“Come and sit on my lap.”
Cailan waded through the water, climbed up to kneel on the bench, and then carefully straddled Liam’s lap. “Like this?”
“Yes, love.”
Liam put one hand on Cailan’s back and gripped Cailan’s hip with the other. He pulled Cailan close so that their chests pressed together and Cailan’s face rested against the crook of his neck and then he pushed up against Cailan at the same time as he pressed down against Cailan’s hip.
It wasn’t very much friction for either of them, but it was a great deal of physical contact in a great many places all at once. Cailan had never felt anything like it. He explored Liam’s neck, mostly with his lips at first and then with the gentlest brush of teeth. Liam let his head fall to the side, confirming he liked it.
Liam’s hand had moved to Cailan’s ass now, desperately trying to press the two of them together in a way that would satisfy him. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Cailan and stood, lifting him up. He grabbed a towel on their way to the bed.
He held Cailan with one arm, laid the towel out, and then gently set Cailan down on it. Liam climbed on top of Cailan, pressing their cocks together, and then arched his back so that he could press their lips together despite his greater height.
Liam kissed him deeply, his tongue probing into Cailan’s mouth as his hips moved against Cailan’s. It was too much, not enough, too much, too much…
Cailan’s hips jerked up, and by the time he realised what was happening, it was too late.
Cailan lay there, breathing heavily, a sick feeling sinking in his gut. Liam had stopped moving. He reached down, brushing too-sensitive skin, and felt the wetness against Cailan’s belly.
“Sorry,” Cailan murmured. “I’ll clean it up.”
Liam tilted Cailan’s chin up. “Why do you sound upset, sweetheart? Did I move too fast?”
“I didn’t mean to…” Cailan nodded his head towards the mess he made.
Liam pressed a quick kiss to Cailan’s lips and rolled off of him. “You have done nothing wrong. Bodies just… do what they do. You can’t always control these things.”
“We’re supposed to be able to control ourselves,” Cailan murmured.
Liam scoffed. “Just because they told you something doesn’t mean it was true. But that doesn’t matter, remember? You are not theirs. You’re mine. I am not unhappy with you. Understood?”
Cailan nodded.
“Now, do you think you’re done, or do you think you’ll be able to continue after a short rest? Either is okay, but be honest with me.”
Cailan’s fingers brushed his cock. It felt uncomfortably sensitive. “I’m not sure. I’ve never…”
“No, of course. Let’s clean you up and give you a chance to settle down, and then we’ll see.”
“What if I can’t? You’re not satisfied yet…”
“There are many ways to achieve my satisfaction. You have hands. I’m sure you can figure out how to put them to use.”
“But… is that enough?”
Liam pressed a kiss to the top of Cailan’s head. “You’re always enough, sweetheart.”
Cailan nodded, then swept his hand over the two of them to clean them both off. He took a deep breath in and shut his eyes as he let it out as a sigh. Having Liam on top of him, grinding down on him, had felt good. Coming had not. He hadn’t wanted to do it. Not then, when Liam was just starting to really get into things. He wanted Liam’s arousal, Liam’s pleasure. Without it, he didn’t think he could truly enjoy his own.
Cailan touched himself, just barely at first and then slowly applying more pressure. He wasn’t one to masturbate, but this wasn’t that. He was testing, and pushing, his physical limits.
Liam combed his fingers through Cailan’s hair. “It’s okay if you can’t right now. Truly. We have three days together, just the two of us.”
“I can,” Cailan insisted. He still felt like squirming every time he touched himself, but he was beginning to get hard again.
“What do you want from me, my love?”
Cailan’s first instinct was to tell Liam that he didn’t want anything from him, that he wanted to be the one to please Liam, but that wasn’t entirely true. Liam had already expressed that he would be happy with anything, and Cailan truly didn’t think he was lying.
“I would like you to penetrate me,” Cailan admitted.
“Thank you for telling me,” Liam said. “Is there anything else that needs to happen or not happen to make this something that will bring your happiness and satisfaction?”
“I… I’d like you to finish.”
“By any means, or inside of you?”
Cailan offered the slightest hint of shrug.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re allowed to want things.”
“If you can.”
“Oh, I certainly can. But, Cailan, you must remember that bodies do not always do what we want them to. I will try to do this for you, but only if your body permits it. If it does not, I need you to do me the kindness of waiting and trying again later. I know you would be willing to endure pain to get what you want right now, because you’re tenacious in your own way, but that is the one and only thing that could ruin this experience for me. Can you understand that?”
“Yes, I—yes. I promise to be honest with you.”
“That’s all I ask.”
Liam went to his bag, and when he came back he had a bottle of oil in hand. He set it aside for the moment and lay down on his side next to Cailan. His hand slid up Cailan’s thigh, pausing to give his cock a few long, slow strokes, then he gently lifted Cailan’s legs to expose him.
“It’s a vulnerable feeling, isn’t it?” Liam asked as he stroked the underside of Cailan’s thigh.
Cailan nodded. He wasn’t afraid, but in that moment Liam could see parts of him that he couldn’t even see of himself. What if they were ugly or strange?
Liam coated his fingers with oil, pushed Cailan’s legs back further, and then trailed his oily fingers down from beneath Cailan’s balls until he found Cailan’s entrance. He circled his fingers and then made a quiet sound in the back of his throat as he pressed gently.
“Is everything okay?” Cailan asked.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Liam assured him. “You’re a little tight, but that may be because it’s not been long since you came or because you’re nervous. I’ll go slowly.”
“Is that bad? Will it be uncomfortable for you?”
“It will be just fine for me, in a physical sense, but it may hurt you which would not be fine for either of us.” Liam pressed his finger more firmly against Cailan’s entrance, and the tip of it slid inside. “How does that feel?”
“Unusual,” Cailan admitted. “I see what you mean. You—you’re quite a bit bigger than your finger, and it feels…”
“Like it could never stretch enough to accommodate me?”
Cailan nodded.
“Well, we will see if it can or not and it will be fine. Physically, it is capable of stretching more than enough. If we don’t get there this time, there will be other opportunities.”
“How do I get there?”
“Hm. Maybe…” Liam pressed his finger slightly deeper, crooked it, and Cailan gasped in surprise, his hand instinctively reaching out to grab for Liam’s as the sensation that flooded him sent a tremble through his whole body.
Liam let go of Cailan’s leg where he’d been holding it up and took hold of his hand. “Too much?”
It took Cailan a moment to decide whether it was or wasn’t. Finally, he shook his head. “It’s good.”
Liam repeated the motion, though with a lighter brush of his finger this time. It was still a lot, but in an undeniably good way. As Liam continued, Cailan felt him slide a second finger in. What had once felt impossible was now only as much of a stretch as the first finger had felt when it had first entered him. Liam had been right, as he usually was. It was just a matter of adjustment.
Cailan gave up on fear, uncertainty, and allowed himself to surrender fully to his master, his best friend, his lover. He shut his eyes and let himself simply experience what his body was feeling. It wasn’t long before he was rapidly tapping Liam’s arm.
“Sorry,” Cailan said when Liam paused. “I don’t want to ruin things again.”
“You haven’t ruined things a single time, love, but I understand what you’re telling me. Are you ready?”
Cailan nodded.
“I think you are, too.”
Liam’s fingers retreated and Cailan watched as he carefully coated his cock with oil.
“I’ll go slowly,” Liam promised him. “I need you to let me know if it hurts or feels unpleasant in any way.”
“I will,” Cailan promised, and he meant it. He understood what Liam wanted of him, what he didn’t want, and though it was unconventional, that was what Liam cared about the most.
The first press of Liam’s cock against Cailan’s entrance felt too big, like it would never fit, but the shape of it was designed to easily slide into him and once the head was past that tight ring of muscle, it wasn’t quite so big of a stretch.
The slight hitch of Liam’s breath, the tremble of his arm, sent a thrill of arousal through Cailan. He had enjoyed his own pleasure, but he needed Liam’s to feel whole.
Cailan was feeling so many different things all at once. There was certainly some discomfort, some pain, but as Liam slowly pushed into him, as he lowered his head to press their lips together, arousal was quickly starting to drown them out. Once Liam was fully imbedded in him, he pulled halfway out and then pushed back in with more confidence.
After a while it settled into a feeling of being stretched that added to the more pleasant sensations rather than detracting from them. Liam was moving faster now, but he was still clearly holding back. His tongue pushed into Cailan’s mouth and his grip tightened on Cailan’s leg.
Liam pulled out of the kiss and pressed his forehead against Cailan’s. “Does it feel good?”
Cailan gave a tiny nod. “Mmh.”
“Can you take more?” He pressed a finger against Cailan’s lips before he could answer. “Be honest.”
Cailan took Liam’s fingertip between his teeth and smiled as he gave it a gentle nip. “I can.”
Liam smiled back and leant down as he kissed Cailan’s cheek. “Let me know if I need to slow down.”
Liam began moving faster, but by this point it felt almost natural, each inward thrust welcomed. And then Liam lifted Cailan’s hips up higher, and oh. There was that feeling. He wanted to tell Liam there, harder, faster, but all he could manage was to grab at Liam’s arm and hope he understood.
Cailan’s mind was no longer consumed with pleasing Liam. His pleasure, Liam’s pleasure, it was all as one as they moved together towards a shared goal. He was made of nothing but a need that he could only articulate in desperate, quiet cries every time Liam thrust into him.
Liam took hold of Cailan’s cock and Cailan made a fussy sound as he flailed his hand, not wanting to finish before Liam once again, but Liam simply shushed him and pushed his hand away as he kept going. After several more rapid, shallow thrusts, followed by a sharp, deep one, it became clear why. Liam stilled inside of Cailan, but his hand kept moving, pulling Cailan with him into release. Cailan felt his body squeeze down around Liam as he finally found the pleasure he had been chasing.
They lay together, sticky, sweaty, but satisfied. The thought of cleaning up crossed Cailan’s mind, but no, he would do it in a minute.
Liam settled in beside Cailan. “How was that?”
“Mm…” was all Cailan could manage. He hoped the smile on his face communicated everything else.
Liam rubbed his knuckles against Cailan’s cheek. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had, but I think the smile you just gave me is what will I will carry with me the longest. I love you, Cailan.”
Cailan tucked his head in against Liam’s chest and shut his eyes. “I love you too, Liam.”
THE END
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