Sex in C Major
Chapter 38

He went limp, just like that, and closed his eyes. Daz's mouth sealed over his, and Stefan suddenly found the room had no air. He felt his dick twitch and begin to swell, as Daz's fingers looped around Yannis' wrists, holding them down on the sheets either side of Yannis' head, kissing him as though they were drowning, and Daz had the only air.

It was deep and plundering. It was fierce and domineering. It was sexual, so undoubtedly sexual, and yet hadn't Daz said-

Their lips broke apart. Daz was beaming. He rubbed his nose against Yannis', and then rolled off him. Yannis broke from the bed entirely, hair all over the place, looking rumpled and somehow vulnerable in a white vest and baggy boxers. He disappeared out of the bedroom and-by the slam of a door and the rattle of pipes went into the bathroom.

Then Daz's hands were on Stefan instead.

He was turned wordlessly onto his back. Knees were shoved up under his shoulders. Daz straddled his chest, and pulled a hard, leaking dick from his boxers.

And Stefan simply opened his mouth.

It didn't take long. Daz thrust down into his face in lazy undulations, and Stefan simply held his jaw wide and licked at the leaking head as it grazed past his tongue. When it was pressed deeper, he closed his lips and sucked, and swallowed in coughing, gasping gulps as the bitter cum flooded his senses.

Daz remained until his dick was soft and limp in Stefan's mouth, then pulled it free and rubbed it dry against his cheek.

"Morning," he said.

Stefan swallowed the last of the bitterness, and licked his lips. "Good morning, Sir."

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir."

Daz nodded, patting Stefan's cheek with something between a sharp tap and a light slap, then got off the bed and followed Yannis out of the door.

Stefan lay in the crumpled sheets, mouth feeling oddly dry despite the cum still coating his tongue, and wondered if he was supposed to move.

Deciding to err on the side of caution, he stayed.

And in staying, listened to the household wake up around him. Yannis, to his surprise, sang in the shower. Then he returned, stripping off without a care as though Stefan weren't there, and dressing in jeans and a white T-shirt. Daz accosted him for another kiss and a cuddle when he came back upstairs, and they murmured together for a moment before going downstairs again. The fridge had a glass bottle in the door that rattled every time they opened it. A kettle whistled. It quieted for a while, the TV in the living room sounding far away-and then there was a shouted goodbye, and the front door opened and closed.

Yannis had gone out.

Stefan flexed his wrists in the tape, wondering what now.

For a little while longer, nothing. Daz stayed downstairs, seemingly watching the TV. Stefan lay wide awake, tugging experimentally at the tape and clenching down around the dildos inside him as the urge to pee gradually became more and more urgent.

And just as he began to seriously think of getting up and asking Daz to release him, footsteps came back up the stairs.

"You're learning," Daz said approvingly as he entered the bedroom.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Want out yet?"

"I-I need the toilet, Sir."

Daz smirked, but Stefan was released all the same. He immediately felt cold, and that odd sensation of being adrift began to creep back in as the toys were removed. Without preparation or preamble, it was unpleasant, and he found himself clenching around them as if to prevent it.

"Don't worry," Daz said conversationally. "You can have something back, seeing as how you've been so good this morning."

"Th-thank you, Sir."

Stefan felt scrutinised as he hobbled, stiff from sleeping in one position all night, to the bathroom. He almost fell onto the toilet to piss, and closed his eyes in relief. His thighs in particular were burning.

His eyes flew open again when he heard the lock slide into place.

Daz was leaning up against the bathroom door, arms folded over his bare chest.

"In the shower." He jerked his head at the open cubicle.

Stefan hesitated.

"Now."

"Y-yes, Sir."

He switched the water on, having to stretch into the cubicle to do it and leaving his arse exposed to Daz's scrutiny. When he stepped under the spray, Daz followed-and Stefan shivered as a thumb and finger pinched down on one nipple and began to roll it in light tugs. His breath caught as a spike of red-hot lust shot down his belly and into his dick.

"Like that?"

Stefan wanted to say no. Wanted to bat the hand away and hide the lumps on his chest, lumps no real man had, from his master's eyes. Wanted to feel nothing, so that there would be no contest between the hot pleasure that was making his knees shake, and the disgust as hands touched the lump of fat and flesh that should never have been there in the first place.