I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
All that body hair in the inspiration picture led me to thinking of The Queen and Gaelan. The Queen has been a very bad boy- I've been tempted to ask Audrey to come collect her Onyx- and he has been trying to write this scene for me. You'd think a polyamorous man with so many submissives and non-D/s partners wouldn't need to bother his author to get more sex :D. But so I can get back to my WIP (it being a challenge in itself because I have a couple- straight, monogamous, cisgender, new to BDSM- and I hardly relate to them.) The Queen has the floor for awhile.
Rubbing his thumbs over Gaelan's stomach rolls, a few less than there had been months ago, The Queen enjoyed his boy's shuddering response to his touch. "How are you feeling about your body today, my little cub?"
"Better, my Queen." Gaelan's Adam's apple moved noticeably on his thinner neck. "I... I'm still wondering why... you, um... find me still... attractive, my Queen."
The Queen folded his hands against the nape of Gaelan's neck. "My love, my pooka." He pressed soft kisses to the bearded cheeks. "Attractive? I love the feel of your neck beneath your hair grown shaggy. Your nipples practically beg me to touch them." He dipped his head and drew one nipple between his lips and sucked. One hand slid down Gaelan's back as he held the man close. His lips still brushing the nipple, he said, "All your gorgeous, wiry red body hair rubbing against me turns me on." His hand slid around onto Gaelan's stomach. "You are growing comfortable in your own body. That is incredibly attractive. With all the changes you have made in the past months, your eyes are getting brighter again, like when I first collared you. I could never tired of looking at your beautiful green eyes." He reached around Gaelan's waist to grab his boy's asscheeks. "You look real, real good in this new jock, boy. I would be so proud to take you to a club and lead you around just wearing it and my collar."
"Thank you, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered into The Queen's hair as he started kissing his way down Gaelan's neck.
Cock grown painfully hard in his jeans, The Queen continued his slow exploration of Gaelan with hands and lips. He moaned as the soft expanse of his boy's torso came into his immediate view. First the other nipple, his teeth and lips drawing hisses of submissive pleasure as he teased it. Then he kissed his way down the middle of Gaelan until his chin rested in the gloriously hairy navel. He gripped the backs of his boy's thighs as his face drew close to the leather waistband.
"My Queen." Gaelan coughed and then gripped The Queen's shoulders.
"Lay down, baby," The Queen ordered as he urged Gaelan to the soft faux grass floor, acting as a balance for his boy to sink to the floor with him. Once his boy rested on his ass before sinking flat to the soft grass, he grasped the zipper at the middle of the jockstrap. "I want you." He pulled the zipper down. Licking his lips. he eased the wonderfully hard cock into his grasp. He lifted his gaze to take in Gaelan's face, eyes closed and lips trembling in his arousal. He breathed in deep. He took a hold of Gaelan's hips as he leaned forward to trace the tip of his tongue over the gently revealed glans. "No begging for orgasm, my sweet." He dragged his own facial scruff over his sub's cock until the man jerked against the floor.
Gaelan pressed his feet down into the grass. "Been denied... my Queen."
The Queen flipped back his hair and looked up at Gaelan's face again. "So you will gift your cum very fast and that is fine. Then we shall lounge in the pool." He leaned over until his lips touched his boy's stomach, the cock filling his mouth. He reached underneath him and undid his jeans. Under the cloud of his hair, he closed his eyes and continued deep breaths. He bathed Gaelan in his mouth as some mint from one of Tommy's homemade soaps teased his tongue. Cupping his sub's balls with one hand, he sucked on the cock, harder and harder, Gaelan's moans washing over him. As he moved to palm the testicles instead, he straightened his fingers to massage his boy's perineum.
"My Queen, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out. He wriggled against The Queen's finger until one slipped into his ass.
Humming with pleasure, The Queen stroked Gaelan. He worked his tongue against the front of the shaft. His fingers pushed into his boy's thighs as a burst of pre-cum teased the back of his throat. He lifted his mouth until just the very tip of Gaelan's cock rested between his lips and he wrapped his other hand around the shaft.
"Please, like that, my Queen!" Gaelan's legs fell flat onto the floor.
The Queen curled his finger inside Gaelan until he was able to feel his sub's prostate. He tapped gently yet steadily. He sucked more of the shaft into his mouth.
"Yes, yes! My Queen! Oh, my Queen!" Gaelan's hips pumped.
Pushing down onto Gaelan's cock, his hand dropping away so he could deep-throat his boy, The Queen tensed his abs as his body moved with the sub. He swallowed fast as Gaelan came hard. He coaxed more pleasure with his tapping on his boy's prostate.
"My Queen," Gaelan sobbed.
The Queen swallowed, his hand stilling. He eased his finger out of Gaelan and wiped it on his jeans before pulling them off. "Come on. Pool," he ordered.
"But you're hard too, my Queen," Gaelan protested.
"Yes and I want to hold you now. Let me be pleased in the way I want." The Queen kissed the middle of Gaelan's belly. "Love you, my pooka."