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Possession Final Part - Hannibal/Face
He was face down; eyes closed, but as I slid a hand across his cheek, his eyelids flickered and he looked at me, “Boss?”
“I’m here, kid” I slit the cable tie around his wrists with my knife and rolled him up onto his side, checking him over as well as I could in the gloom of the alley, “How you doing?” Satisfied that nothing seemed broken, I started tugging his jeans back up holding back the rage that still bubbled viciously within me.
A noise like a sob escaped him and I froze, worried that I was hurting him when he reached out a shaky hand to grab my arm, “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, so sorry, don’t hate me, please John, I’m sorry...”
There was still a definite slur to his words and I finished hauling his jeans up and fastened them before grabbing his arm and tugging it round my shoulders, pulling him into a sitting position and getting ready to stand, “Shhh, kid, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” I braced my thighs and pushed, dragging us both to our feet, “It’s all over now, and I’m taking you home with me, okay? Just don’t worry about a thing.”
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He didn’t say anything on the short walk back to the hotel. I gave him a handful of serviettes from a pizza place and he wiped the blood and dirt from his face and hands and by the time we got to the foyer he was looking reasonably presentable and walking just about on his own, my hand on his elbow simply a precaution.
We went up to the room and he tried to disappear straight into the bathroom but I caught his arm, “I need to look at your head, sit down.”
He turned and looked at me, spending time in my company obviously way down on his list of wants right now, “Hannibal, I’m filthy and wet,” the gutter in the alley had been full of rain water from the night before, “I just want a shower.”
“In a second, let me a have a look,” I tugged on his t-shirt, “Two minutes...”
He sighed but yanked the t-shirt up over his head and kicked off his shoes and socks, peeling down his wet jeans before sitting on the carpet in his trunks, crossed legged like a child, his back to the bed.
I slid onto the duvet behind him, fingers lightly probing his head, “What happened?”
His shoulders hunched and the silence from him was overwhelming.
“I mean to your head. What did that bastard do to your head?”
He let out a shaky breath, “Err, he, er came up behind me, hit me with something, I dunno, a two by four or something,” he winced as I pushed the skin together, “Knocked me out cold for a minute I suppose...” he trailed off and I could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
“Gonna need a couple of stitches here,” I told him, going to the bathroom for the medical kit. He seemed relived that I’d dropped subject of the Marine and sat still and silent while I stitched him up.
“Okay, kid,” I tried to lighten the mood a little, “You are all done. Hit the showers!”
He didn’t move.
I dropped a tentative hand on his shoulder, “You okay? Need some pain meds?”
He shook his head but still didn’t move so I sat behind him, waiting.
“Boss,” he was still cross legged, head bowed, hands clasped together on his calves. I waited. “You... you were really gonna kill that guy...”
I hadn’t expected that. I moved my hand off him and let out a long breath. “I know. I just...” I shook my head even though I knew he couldn’t see me, “I’m glad you stopped me, kid...”
His hand snuck out and wrapped around my shin. “Are you...? I mean, I’m sorry... I’ve let you down boss...”
“By being who you are?”
He laughed a mirthless laugh, “By lying about it.”
I let my hand creep down to the back of his neck and squeezed gently, “No, you shouldn’t have lied.”
He pulled his own hand back, “I thought...” he sighed and rubbed his face, “I didn’t know how you would take it.”
I squeezed again, “Don’t you know me better than that?”
Silence fell as he thought this through and I felt my heart kick up a notch.
“I guess...” I could see the backs of his ears flush red, “You told that asshole... I was,” he coughed, “you said,” he stopped again and rubbed a tentative finger across the bump on his forehead, “I heard you...”
“I told him you were mine.”
“Yeah.”
Silence fell again and I wondered where this was going. I thought about the guys he’d been picking up, the way his hand had felt on my leg... and I let my fingers slide up into his hair again, stroking gently.
“Am I?” his voice was a whisper.
I had to swallow before I could speak, “Do you want to be?”
He was up on his knees in a second, leaning against my legs, his hands on my thighs, “God, yes, Hannibal. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
I took his face in my hands then and smiled at him, more than a little touched by his earnest expression, “Well that’s all settled then...” I whispered as I pulled him in, my mouth reaching for him as he reached for mine.
I could taste the beer on him and the smell of that god awful bar was still in his hair, the lingering scent of his attacker on his skin. We both pulled back at the same time, his expression shamefaced, “I still need a shower, boss...”
Leaning back on the bed I nodded, “I know,” there was a flash of worry on his face, teeth pulling on his lower lip, “I’ll wait,” I told him and it was gone, replaced by a blinding smile. He stood and turned for the bathroom, “And watch those stitches!” I warned him as he flicked the light on.
He was in there ages, I was beginning to think there was something wrong so I snuck in on the pretence of washing up for bed and cleaning my teeth, trying all the time to not to sneak a glance through the frosted glass of the shower cubicle. I couldn’t avoid the smell of shower gel though, and my eyes caught the thick layer of suds clogging the tray, too much for the plug to handle. And as I watched, I saw the kid squeeze yet more into his hand and start lathering himself up again and my heart ached for him. Some stains were not so easy to shift.
I left him to it and slid into bed in only my shorts. After a moment I thought better of it and stripped the shorts off, dropping them at the side of the bed and picking up my book. He cleaned his teeth at least twice and then appeared at the door to the en-suite, a towel wrapped tightly around his lean hips and an edgy smile on his face. My cock twitched in anticipation.
He dropped the towel and slipped into bed next to me and I was glad I’d changed my mind about the shorts. Putting my book down I turned to him in the light from the bedside lamp and wondered how we were going to do this; the business with that guy must have been hard for him, who knows what kind of damage it may have done. I was going to have to take this really slowly. Then a hand shot out under the covers and took hold of my already hard cock. So okay then, maybe not that slowly.
The edgy smile was back, “For me, boss?” he whispered.
I couldn’t hold back the moan as his fingers slowly worked my length, “Always...” my voice, embarrassingly hoarse.
He moved up beside me and I could feel his own length, hot and hard, against my thigh as his mouth dipped down to the junction of my neck and shoulder, “I want to be yours...” he whispered into my skin and it was like a flame to touch paper.
I was on him in a second, my hands pushing his shoulders back into the mattress as my mouth found his and he opened instantly for me. Twenty years of wanting him were in that kiss and he seemed to sense it, lying back, open like the petals of some exotic flower, letting me in, letting me take whatever I needed from him, and god, I needed this.
Every inch of him was mine, that’s what I’d told that asshole and that’s what I intended to prove, mapping his body with my finger tips, my lips, my tongue, while he seemed more than content to lie back and let me, his hands on my head or shoulders or in my hair, tugging, just slightly.
My tongue flicked out at the junction between his thigh and groin and his whole body jumped making me smile against his skin.
“Boss...” his breathing was ragged and his untouched cock was dripping on his stomach, glossy white trails left in its wake.
“Be patient,” I told him, trailing a path down his inner thigh, “You’ll get what you want. Just be patient.” He let out a strangled moan and I couldn’t suppress a laugh, patience had never been one of his virtues.
As my exploration of his body made its way down his legs, that old anger started to surface as I found bruising and scrapes on his thighs and shins. Both his knees had been rubbed red raw and there was the actual pattern from the seam of the bastard’s boot imprinted onto the skin of Face’s hip. I traced it with the fingers of my right hand, the left curled into a tight fist as I contemplated whether I was right to let him live.
“Hey,” I looked up to find him watching me, lidded eyes full of concern, “Forget him, John, you did the right thing. He doesn’t matter anymore.”
I laughed, the kid was right. This whole thing was just right, the way he knew what I was thinking, the way our mouths felt together, the way it was going to feel when I finally took him... That got my mind back to business.
I kicked up the pace a notch, determined to finish my examination before we hit the main event, noting every twitch and moan, making a mental map of all the little places that drove him crazy and by the time I’d reached his mouth again he was writhing on the bed, cheeks flushed and cock heavy, a wanton mess of need.
“Hannibal, please!” he moaned as I stroked one finger up the underside of his cock and I laughed again.
“It’s coming kid, any minute now, I promise. You want to open up for me?”
His thighs flew apart like butterfly wings and I smiled as I reached for the lube from under my pillow, “I wish you always followed my orders so willingly,” I grumbled as I let the oil run over his balls and down to where it would be needed.
“Oh!” he lifted his hips and I slid a pillow under them, keeping them tipped forward while my finger went to work in the trail of the oil, “If your orders all made me feel like this, boss, I’d follow them at the drop of a hat!”
I chuckled, but his words made me think and I stopped what I was doing to lean over him, looking right into his eyes, “Would you come,” I whispered to him, “If I ordered you to?”
He looked a little wrong footed and his eyes widened ever so slightly as he looked back at me, “What? Now?” he frowned, “ ‘cause as much as I’d like to I don’t think –”
“No,” I cut him off, “when I am inside you, would you come then? When I ordered you to?” I saw him swallow, then nod, pupils so wide almost all the blue was gone and I couldn’t suppress a smile; rendering Face speechless wasn’t an easy task at all.
It only took another minute before I was ready and we were both breathing hard. I lifted one calf up onto my shoulder and lined myself up at his entrance, pushing just slightly, just so that he knew I was there. Looking up, I met his eyes, “You sure?” I had to ask, once we’d done this, there was no going back.
“Fuck, yes!” he hissed, his hips trying to tip into the pressure at his entrance, “I need this!”
And so did I. I leaned forward, bending his knee right into his chest and pushed down, letting my weight do the work, slowly sinking into him, past the tight muscle ring, further down into the heat and the tightness and further down until my balls were pressed up against his ass and his cock was trapped between our bodies.
“Okay?” I whispered, holding myself steady, resisting the need to draw out and slam back in again.
He moved underneath me, adjusted his hips slightly and his eyes rolled back into his head for a moment, “Yeah...” the word was like a breath, “Take me, boss...”
Jesus, that kid was going to be the death of me...
I pulled out, slowly, slowly, slowly and then moved in again, slowly, slowly; trying to angle myself so that I slid over his prostrate the whole time and the way that he was writhing underneath me told me that I’d managed it spot on. I did it again, watching in fascination as Face’s eyelids flickered over closed eyes, his mouth made tiny little ‘o’ shapes as he gasped and his hands flexed repeatedly in the sheets, over and over as I opened him out and filled him up. I was sweating with the effort of holding myself back, but for this, this ultimate in erotic shows, god it was worth it.
For long minutes I stroked him slowly, long thrusts in, long sweeps out, until he was literally crying with need, his hand trying to creep to his cock even though I kept knocking it away.
He tried again and again I batted his wrist, trying to make sure he got the message, “Leave it,” I gasped, shaking as I forced myself to stay slow, “or I’m have to tie you up.” It was a joke, an empty threat, but the way his eyes slid shut and his head went back into the pillows made me add it to my list of things we will definitely do another time.
His hips were twitching now, meeting mine with every in stroke, but not in the same rhythm, too fast, too needy. I took the hint. Without warning I picked up the pace and he cried out, arching off the bed, a hand heading for his cock before he thought better of it.
“Touch me...” he whispered instead, his eyes tightly shut and his head rolling with every thrust.
“No,” I breathed back at him and his eyes shot open, “You are going to come like this, just on my cock,” I knew that every sweep across his over stimulated prostrate was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. If I touched his cock he would explode almost instantly, this way might take a bit longer, but he would still get there, and damn, would it be worth it.
Even my words seemed to push him closer and I concentrated on my angle, on holding his hips just right and watching him carefully, trying to work out from his face when he was almost there. And there it was, the tightness to his neck, the way he seemed to have forgotten to breathe, the white knuckles gripping the sheets. “Now, Lieutenant!” I barked at him, “Come, now!”
And he did, hips lifted clear of the pillows, he emptied himself in long pulsing spurts as hoarse shouts left his lips. It was beautiful, utterly soul bursting and beautiful and it was only in that moment I realised how truly and deeply I did love him.
Then I was coming as well, driving myself further into him, trying to reach the very core of his soul to fill him from there outwards. And when I was done, my legs gave way and I collapsed on top of him, hearing the grunt as his thigh hit his chest and emptied his lungs of air. I pushed myself off him, sliding out and feeling my come following me, before eventually flopping onto the mattress next to him, my head on his chest and a hand on his hip.
I felt his fingers on my scalp and could tell that he was shaking so I lifted up to look at him, “Okay?” it hurt to speak.
He looked kind of shocked and I had a moment’s panic before he nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “Wow, boss, I mean seriously, wow...” and I laughed.
We showered together afterwards, I didn’t want him to get into the obsessive washing again, and anyway, it was fun. But it was later when we were back in bed, both exhausted after two mind blowing orgasms, that I began to worry.
How would this work? What would HM and Bosco say? How could the team be the same again? How would Face and I ever be the same again? Would this change everything? What on earth had we done?
There was a movement on my chest as Face adjusted his head, pushing it more up onto my shoulder so that he could see me better. “Boss,” his voice was quiet, pensive almost and my heart clenched. Was he having the same worries as me? “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” i smiled at him although he must have been able to hear the nervous pounding of my heart in my chest.
“ ‘I will hunt you down and feed you your own cock.’ ” He squinted at me in the half light of the room, “Seriously, boss? Where the hell did that come from?”
There was a beat of silence, then we both starting laughing and I knew there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
“I’m here, kid” I slit the cable tie around his wrists with my knife and rolled him up onto his side, checking him over as well as I could in the gloom of the alley, “How you doing?” Satisfied that nothing seemed broken, I started tugging his jeans back up holding back the rage that still bubbled viciously within me.
A noise like a sob escaped him and I froze, worried that I was hurting him when he reached out a shaky hand to grab my arm, “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, so sorry, don’t hate me, please John, I’m sorry...”
There was still a definite slur to his words and I finished hauling his jeans up and fastened them before grabbing his arm and tugging it round my shoulders, pulling him into a sitting position and getting ready to stand, “Shhh, kid, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” I braced my thighs and pushed, dragging us both to our feet, “It’s all over now, and I’m taking you home with me, okay? Just don’t worry about a thing.”
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He didn’t say anything on the short walk back to the hotel. I gave him a handful of serviettes from a pizza place and he wiped the blood and dirt from his face and hands and by the time we got to the foyer he was looking reasonably presentable and walking just about on his own, my hand on his elbow simply a precaution.
We went up to the room and he tried to disappear straight into the bathroom but I caught his arm, “I need to look at your head, sit down.”
He turned and looked at me, spending time in my company obviously way down on his list of wants right now, “Hannibal, I’m filthy and wet,” the gutter in the alley had been full of rain water from the night before, “I just want a shower.”
“In a second, let me a have a look,” I tugged on his t-shirt, “Two minutes...”
He sighed but yanked the t-shirt up over his head and kicked off his shoes and socks, peeling down his wet jeans before sitting on the carpet in his trunks, crossed legged like a child, his back to the bed.
I slid onto the duvet behind him, fingers lightly probing his head, “What happened?”
His shoulders hunched and the silence from him was overwhelming.
“I mean to your head. What did that bastard do to your head?”
He let out a shaky breath, “Err, he, er came up behind me, hit me with something, I dunno, a two by four or something,” he winced as I pushed the skin together, “Knocked me out cold for a minute I suppose...” he trailed off and I could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
“Gonna need a couple of stitches here,” I told him, going to the bathroom for the medical kit. He seemed relived that I’d dropped subject of the Marine and sat still and silent while I stitched him up.
“Okay, kid,” I tried to lighten the mood a little, “You are all done. Hit the showers!”
He didn’t move.
I dropped a tentative hand on his shoulder, “You okay? Need some pain meds?”
He shook his head but still didn’t move so I sat behind him, waiting.
“Boss,” he was still cross legged, head bowed, hands clasped together on his calves. I waited. “You... you were really gonna kill that guy...”
I hadn’t expected that. I moved my hand off him and let out a long breath. “I know. I just...” I shook my head even though I knew he couldn’t see me, “I’m glad you stopped me, kid...”
His hand snuck out and wrapped around my shin. “Are you...? I mean, I’m sorry... I’ve let you down boss...”
“By being who you are?”
He laughed a mirthless laugh, “By lying about it.”
I let my hand creep down to the back of his neck and squeezed gently, “No, you shouldn’t have lied.”
He pulled his own hand back, “I thought...” he sighed and rubbed his face, “I didn’t know how you would take it.”
I squeezed again, “Don’t you know me better than that?”
Silence fell as he thought this through and I felt my heart kick up a notch.
“I guess...” I could see the backs of his ears flush red, “You told that asshole... I was,” he coughed, “you said,” he stopped again and rubbed a tentative finger across the bump on his forehead, “I heard you...”
“I told him you were mine.”
“Yeah.”
Silence fell again and I wondered where this was going. I thought about the guys he’d been picking up, the way his hand had felt on my leg... and I let my fingers slide up into his hair again, stroking gently.
“Am I?” his voice was a whisper.
I had to swallow before I could speak, “Do you want to be?”
He was up on his knees in a second, leaning against my legs, his hands on my thighs, “God, yes, Hannibal. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
I took his face in my hands then and smiled at him, more than a little touched by his earnest expression, “Well that’s all settled then...” I whispered as I pulled him in, my mouth reaching for him as he reached for mine.
I could taste the beer on him and the smell of that god awful bar was still in his hair, the lingering scent of his attacker on his skin. We both pulled back at the same time, his expression shamefaced, “I still need a shower, boss...”
Leaning back on the bed I nodded, “I know,” there was a flash of worry on his face, teeth pulling on his lower lip, “I’ll wait,” I told him and it was gone, replaced by a blinding smile. He stood and turned for the bathroom, “And watch those stitches!” I warned him as he flicked the light on.
He was in there ages, I was beginning to think there was something wrong so I snuck in on the pretence of washing up for bed and cleaning my teeth, trying all the time to not to sneak a glance through the frosted glass of the shower cubicle. I couldn’t avoid the smell of shower gel though, and my eyes caught the thick layer of suds clogging the tray, too much for the plug to handle. And as I watched, I saw the kid squeeze yet more into his hand and start lathering himself up again and my heart ached for him. Some stains were not so easy to shift.
I left him to it and slid into bed in only my shorts. After a moment I thought better of it and stripped the shorts off, dropping them at the side of the bed and picking up my book. He cleaned his teeth at least twice and then appeared at the door to the en-suite, a towel wrapped tightly around his lean hips and an edgy smile on his face. My cock twitched in anticipation.
He dropped the towel and slipped into bed next to me and I was glad I’d changed my mind about the shorts. Putting my book down I turned to him in the light from the bedside lamp and wondered how we were going to do this; the business with that guy must have been hard for him, who knows what kind of damage it may have done. I was going to have to take this really slowly. Then a hand shot out under the covers and took hold of my already hard cock. So okay then, maybe not that slowly.
The edgy smile was back, “For me, boss?” he whispered.
I couldn’t hold back the moan as his fingers slowly worked my length, “Always...” my voice, embarrassingly hoarse.
He moved up beside me and I could feel his own length, hot and hard, against my thigh as his mouth dipped down to the junction of my neck and shoulder, “I want to be yours...” he whispered into my skin and it was like a flame to touch paper.
I was on him in a second, my hands pushing his shoulders back into the mattress as my mouth found his and he opened instantly for me. Twenty years of wanting him were in that kiss and he seemed to sense it, lying back, open like the petals of some exotic flower, letting me in, letting me take whatever I needed from him, and god, I needed this.
Every inch of him was mine, that’s what I’d told that asshole and that’s what I intended to prove, mapping his body with my finger tips, my lips, my tongue, while he seemed more than content to lie back and let me, his hands on my head or shoulders or in my hair, tugging, just slightly.
My tongue flicked out at the junction between his thigh and groin and his whole body jumped making me smile against his skin.
“Boss...” his breathing was ragged and his untouched cock was dripping on his stomach, glossy white trails left in its wake.
“Be patient,” I told him, trailing a path down his inner thigh, “You’ll get what you want. Just be patient.” He let out a strangled moan and I couldn’t suppress a laugh, patience had never been one of his virtues.
As my exploration of his body made its way down his legs, that old anger started to surface as I found bruising and scrapes on his thighs and shins. Both his knees had been rubbed red raw and there was the actual pattern from the seam of the bastard’s boot imprinted onto the skin of Face’s hip. I traced it with the fingers of my right hand, the left curled into a tight fist as I contemplated whether I was right to let him live.
“Hey,” I looked up to find him watching me, lidded eyes full of concern, “Forget him, John, you did the right thing. He doesn’t matter anymore.”
I laughed, the kid was right. This whole thing was just right, the way he knew what I was thinking, the way our mouths felt together, the way it was going to feel when I finally took him... That got my mind back to business.
I kicked up the pace a notch, determined to finish my examination before we hit the main event, noting every twitch and moan, making a mental map of all the little places that drove him crazy and by the time I’d reached his mouth again he was writhing on the bed, cheeks flushed and cock heavy, a wanton mess of need.
“Hannibal, please!” he moaned as I stroked one finger up the underside of his cock and I laughed again.
“It’s coming kid, any minute now, I promise. You want to open up for me?”
His thighs flew apart like butterfly wings and I smiled as I reached for the lube from under my pillow, “I wish you always followed my orders so willingly,” I grumbled as I let the oil run over his balls and down to where it would be needed.
“Oh!” he lifted his hips and I slid a pillow under them, keeping them tipped forward while my finger went to work in the trail of the oil, “If your orders all made me feel like this, boss, I’d follow them at the drop of a hat!”
I chuckled, but his words made me think and I stopped what I was doing to lean over him, looking right into his eyes, “Would you come,” I whispered to him, “If I ordered you to?”
He looked a little wrong footed and his eyes widened ever so slightly as he looked back at me, “What? Now?” he frowned, “ ‘cause as much as I’d like to I don’t think –”
“No,” I cut him off, “when I am inside you, would you come then? When I ordered you to?” I saw him swallow, then nod, pupils so wide almost all the blue was gone and I couldn’t suppress a smile; rendering Face speechless wasn’t an easy task at all.
It only took another minute before I was ready and we were both breathing hard. I lifted one calf up onto my shoulder and lined myself up at his entrance, pushing just slightly, just so that he knew I was there. Looking up, I met his eyes, “You sure?” I had to ask, once we’d done this, there was no going back.
“Fuck, yes!” he hissed, his hips trying to tip into the pressure at his entrance, “I need this!”
And so did I. I leaned forward, bending his knee right into his chest and pushed down, letting my weight do the work, slowly sinking into him, past the tight muscle ring, further down into the heat and the tightness and further down until my balls were pressed up against his ass and his cock was trapped between our bodies.
“Okay?” I whispered, holding myself steady, resisting the need to draw out and slam back in again.
He moved underneath me, adjusted his hips slightly and his eyes rolled back into his head for a moment, “Yeah...” the word was like a breath, “Take me, boss...”
Jesus, that kid was going to be the death of me...
I pulled out, slowly, slowly, slowly and then moved in again, slowly, slowly; trying to angle myself so that I slid over his prostrate the whole time and the way that he was writhing underneath me told me that I’d managed it spot on. I did it again, watching in fascination as Face’s eyelids flickered over closed eyes, his mouth made tiny little ‘o’ shapes as he gasped and his hands flexed repeatedly in the sheets, over and over as I opened him out and filled him up. I was sweating with the effort of holding myself back, but for this, this ultimate in erotic shows, god it was worth it.
For long minutes I stroked him slowly, long thrusts in, long sweeps out, until he was literally crying with need, his hand trying to creep to his cock even though I kept knocking it away.
He tried again and again I batted his wrist, trying to make sure he got the message, “Leave it,” I gasped, shaking as I forced myself to stay slow, “or I’m have to tie you up.” It was a joke, an empty threat, but the way his eyes slid shut and his head went back into the pillows made me add it to my list of things we will definitely do another time.
His hips were twitching now, meeting mine with every in stroke, but not in the same rhythm, too fast, too needy. I took the hint. Without warning I picked up the pace and he cried out, arching off the bed, a hand heading for his cock before he thought better of it.
“Touch me...” he whispered instead, his eyes tightly shut and his head rolling with every thrust.
“No,” I breathed back at him and his eyes shot open, “You are going to come like this, just on my cock,” I knew that every sweep across his over stimulated prostrate was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. If I touched his cock he would explode almost instantly, this way might take a bit longer, but he would still get there, and damn, would it be worth it.
Even my words seemed to push him closer and I concentrated on my angle, on holding his hips just right and watching him carefully, trying to work out from his face when he was almost there. And there it was, the tightness to his neck, the way he seemed to have forgotten to breathe, the white knuckles gripping the sheets. “Now, Lieutenant!” I barked at him, “Come, now!”
And he did, hips lifted clear of the pillows, he emptied himself in long pulsing spurts as hoarse shouts left his lips. It was beautiful, utterly soul bursting and beautiful and it was only in that moment I realised how truly and deeply I did love him.
Then I was coming as well, driving myself further into him, trying to reach the very core of his soul to fill him from there outwards. And when I was done, my legs gave way and I collapsed on top of him, hearing the grunt as his thigh hit his chest and emptied his lungs of air. I pushed myself off him, sliding out and feeling my come following me, before eventually flopping onto the mattress next to him, my head on his chest and a hand on his hip.
I felt his fingers on my scalp and could tell that he was shaking so I lifted up to look at him, “Okay?” it hurt to speak.
He looked kind of shocked and I had a moment’s panic before he nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “Wow, boss, I mean seriously, wow...” and I laughed.
We showered together afterwards, I didn’t want him to get into the obsessive washing again, and anyway, it was fun. But it was later when we were back in bed, both exhausted after two mind blowing orgasms, that I began to worry.
How would this work? What would HM and Bosco say? How could the team be the same again? How would Face and I ever be the same again? Would this change everything? What on earth had we done?
There was a movement on my chest as Face adjusted his head, pushing it more up onto my shoulder so that he could see me better. “Boss,” his voice was quiet, pensive almost and my heart clenched. Was he having the same worries as me? “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” i smiled at him although he must have been able to hear the nervous pounding of my heart in my chest.
“ ‘I will hunt you down and feed you your own cock.’ ” He squinted at me in the half light of the room, “Seriously, boss? Where the hell did that come from?”
There was a beat of silence, then we both starting laughing and I knew there was absolutely nothing to worry about.