Page 80 of Love Language

Oh, God. His sweet boy. Marco wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up this interrogation instead of diving into his arms.

With a great force of will, he resumed the stroking. Greg would get all his love and all his pain, everything that he needed. And what would I do with you, when we’re living together?

You would… take care of me.

Marco gave him a stern look. How?

You would… give me baths?

Marco grinned. If this was where Greg started, it was going to be alright. He liked the idea of hearing about Greg’s vision, though, making him say it all.

What else?

And… Greg seemed to be having trouble concentrating as Marco swirled his finger around his tip. And dress me!

Perfect. Marco nodded for him to continue. They could do this.

Greg managed to focus enough to look a little flirty. You would play with me.

This was what Marco really wanted to hear. How?

Greg’s eyes rolled back in his head. He was half hard, now, reveling in the pain and pleasure of overstimulation and no doubt imagining even more.

Marco slapped his inner thigh and his eyes sprung open.

What are you thinking about right now?

When you, when you tied me to the chair, with the clamps and the dildo…

Predicament bondage. That was good.

And Shibari… Spankings… if I’m bad. He seemed to feel that he’d given a sufficient answer and hugged himself across his chest, fingers digging into his opposite forearms.

What else? Marco prompted.

Greg was moving rhythmically now, fucking himself on Marco’s cock. Marco was starting to lose his train of thought as the motions stimulated his own reviving dick.

Everything. Whatever you want.

Damn, he loved hearing that. And he was so close to losing his own focus now… He needed to get things out in the open, though.

And what about today? CNC?

Greg looked like he was groaning or yelling out loud.

You took care of me.

What does that mean?

You don’t really like it, but you did it for me. Greg’s eyes were wild, like he was fighting to stay focused. Because you take care of me.

Wow. Marco hadn’t realized that Greg understood that.

Do you mind if we don’t do things like that very often?

Greg shook his head emphatically, making Marco hesitate for a moment to make sure it wasn’t a safeword. No. We don’t ever have to do it again.

That wasn’t quite the same as saying that he wouldn’t mind it.