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I took a deep breath then drew back enough to where I could meet his eyes. “That… that’s different,” I said softly. “If I show you that… It’s not gonna be as your master, Adri.”
“Not as my master all the time or just the first time?” His voice dropped to almost a whisper, and I knew he was forcing the words out because the stress was thick in his voice. “You said you’d spank me.”
I barely kept myself from groaning. The idea of it had me wanting to push him against the wall and just fuck him, the hell with the rest. “The first time,” I told him, running my thumb along his bottom lip. “I want that to be you and me, Adrian. But the spanking…” I managed a grin. “Now that, I can do as your master, Pup, if you want.”
“I want.” His lips touched my neck again in a light kiss, and I didn’t bother to suppress my groan. “You and me sounds perfect. I never thought I’d say that about anything with us, but now…” There was the slightest pause, then I felt his tongue flick over my neck. “Now I can’t wait.”
As much as I hated to keep holding back, I was still so afraid I’d fuck this up. Part of me wanted to barrel forward, to take what I could and cherish it, but mostly… Mostly, I wanted to make it last. Pulling back, even a little, was fucking hard. “Ah, but anticipation makes the nut juice tastier,” I said sagely, stealing an insistent kiss.
He groaned. “Really? You’re going to keep doing that?”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” I replied without missing a beat.
“Your sense of humor is warped.” Adrian just shook his head but smiled indulgently at me. “So if anticipation is the goal for today, what do you want to do?”
“Nothing,” I said. I flashed him a grin. “So pick out any movie that isn’t a porno, and let’s cuddle like…” Like a real couple. “But I’m smaller than you, so I get to claim lap space for a bit,” I declared. “Just don’t get any ideas about my amazing ass.”
Stepping back, Adrian smiled. “That sounds perfect.” Then he shrugged, looking very earnest. “And to be honest, I wouldn’t know what to do with your ass anyway. So it’s probably safe.”
Laughing, I watched as he headed into the living room.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he called back to me, “My choice, right? You said anything?”
I had a feeling I was going to pay for my words, but as I turned on the faucet to start cleaning up our dishes, I raised my voice and replied, “Except Breakfast Club or whatever it was you were obsessed with.”
Adrian started laughing. “Not that one, but no promises on anything else. You said I got to pick. No take backs.”
I muttered something about adding more love taps to that spanking as I picked up the pace on working through the dishes.
“What was that?” he called back.
“Oh, nothing!” I replied, even though we both knew that wasn’t true. I was glad, though. He was actually asserting himself, and it was surprisingly nice to see. His laughter was almost a giggle. “I distinctly heard something about spankings in there.”
“Wishful thinking!”
“You can’t keep promising me naughty things and then keep holding out on me. That’s just cheating,” he complained, but happiness radiated from the sound. “Who said I played fair, big brother?” I asked. We hadn’t dirtied much, and it wasn’t long until I headed into the room. “It better not be Titanic either.”
He was stretched out on the couch, remote in hand. He gave me a teasing pout and leaned forward to brace his elbows on his knees and let his head rest in his hands. “But you love me. Doesn’t that mean I get whatever I want?”
Scoffing, I jumped on the couch and wrestled him down. “Absolutely not. Because you also love me, and because torture is illegal.”
Wrestling around while he laughed, I ended up stretched out over him. I pinned his hands to the cushions while he looked up at me. We were both breathing hard, but something about the way he was pinned down — or maybe it was just me taking control — got him going. I could see his eyes starting to glaze over and his submission rising to the surface. Fuck, he was hot.
“You gonna give in and admit defeat? Say uncle,” I dared him.
That cleared some of the fog from his gaze, but he smiled. “I think brother’s a better choice. I think we’ve got enough on our plate without me calling out ‘Uncle’ when I submit.”
It surprised a laugh out of me, and I realized… Fuck, how had I gotten this lucky? Someone like Adrian was so far out of my league, but he’d chosen me.
Me.
“I like calling you brother for fun, though,” I protested.
Adrian just started shaking his head again, like he wasn’t sure what to do with me. “You’re clearly the wicked one here. I’m just the innocent guy who got dragged into naughty things by his wicked brother.” He gave that same laugh that was almost a giggle and stretched up to give me a kiss. “Master, then. That’s my word. I submit, Master.”
A shiver ran down my spine, and my fingers flexed around his wrists — not enough to hurt or bruise, but enough to make him feel it. “Damn right, I am,” I replied, kissing him firm, deep, then pulling back. “You’re too good at seducing me,” I complained. “How am I supposed to focus around you, hmm?”
I let go of his wrists, albeit reluctantly.
