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  “Totally alone,” Marshall said. He came to a stop not all that far from the bathroom. “Definitely not in the company of a man who loves you more than anything.”

  “No, definitely not.” Oli stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, then thought better of it and opened it back up a crack so he could peek at Marshall. “And because I’m so confident I’ll be left alone, I’m not even going to bother to lock the door. It seems like a waste of energy, you know, turning that lock? It takes so much extra time.”

  “So much.”

  “Definitely not worth it.”

  “Not at all.”

  Oli grinned. “Well, then, I’m going to get undressed and hop in the shower. Alone. Oh, so very alone.”

  “Have a good shower,” Marshall replied, returning his grin. “I definitely won’t see you until after it’s done.”

  “Definitely.” Oli held back a laugh. “Bye.”

  He closed the bathroom door and clamped a hand over his mouth as he silently laughed. No matter how big their family got, he knew they’d never lose their spark. Whatever life threw at them, they were ready. They’d already overcome their most trying challenges at the beginning of their relationship, and in comparison, the rest would be cake. No matter what happened, Oli knew that it would be smooth sailing from here on out.

  He stripped down, got in the shower, and waited for whatever life decided to throw his way.

  29

  Marshall

  A simple twist of the knob opened the bathroom door, and Marshall stepped into a room already full of steam. The frosted glass on the shower stall was beaded with water droplets, each of them glinting like starlight in the bright bathroom lights. The overhead fan whirred, and the patter of water on glass focused Marshall’s attention where it was most needed—on the blurry, humanoid shape on the other side of the frosted glass.

  One by one, Marshall undid the buttons of his shirt. He let it fall off his shoulders, then carefully tugged the sweatpants he was wearing off. As he removed his boxers, he caught a glimpse of his incision in the fogged-over bathroom mirror. The curvy clamshell incision had left an angry line of red from one side of his chest to the other, each outer edge approximately an inch below his nipples. Its curve achieved its full height between his pectorals, right at the center of his chest. One day, the angry red color would fade and it would become another scar, but Marshall would never forget what it stood for, or how far he’d come to see his skin marred by it.

  Nude, he opened the shower door to find Oliver soaking beneath the water. Suds sluiced down his body and eddied around his feet before slipping down the drain. His wavy brown hair was saturated and stuck to his scalp, and the modest bump he carried for Marshall was wet and gleamed beneath the light. He stood in three-fourths profile to Marshall, the bare curves of his ass Marshall’s to appreciate.

  “Oh,” Oliver uttered, totally unsurprised. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, exposing the arch of his neck and the curve of his Adam’s apple. “Marshall. How totally spontaneous of you.”

  “I’m a man of many surprises,” Marshall said as he stepped into the shower, crowding Oliver’s space. Oliver hummed in appreciation as Marshall slipped his arms around him and gently pulled him close. He grazed the side of Oliver’s head with his lips, then let his hands slip over Oliver’s hips to trace along his abdomen. When his fingertips reached the base of Oliver’s cock, they stopped. “Do you know how proud I am of you, Oliver?”

  “No. Tell me all about it.”

  Marshall couldn’t see Oliver’s face, but he was certain that Oliver was smirking. Marshall returned the expression and nosed against the back of Oliver’s head. “I’m exceptionally proud.”

  “I am kind of great, aren’t I?” Oliver subtly pushed backward against Marshall, allowing Marshall’s swollen cock to rub between his wet cheeks. Marshall closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. The humidity in the air robbed him of some of his satisfaction. “I mean, you think you’re getting no babies after a sloppy hookup? Forget it. I’m going to give you two.”

  Marshall smiled. He tilted his head to the side and pushed a kiss on Oliver’s neck. “The absolute best.”

  “Of course I am.” Oliver broke away from Marshall unexpectedly and turned to face him. He captured Marshall’s gaze and held it with his own. “That’s why I’m going to do this… and don’t you dare try to tell me no.”

  Without another word, Oliver dropped to his knees. Marshall, stunned, watched as he nuzzled against his thigh, then let out a lofty sigh and ran his tongue along Marshall’s shaft. Pleasure pierced Marshall’s groin, and he grunted as his balls tightened and his cock twitched. What was Oliver doing?

  “You know the best thing about showers?” Oliver asked from Marshall’s groin. He nudged Marshall’s shaft with the tip of his nose, then followed up with a few kittenish licks that made Marshall want to dominate his mouth. “Sometimes, depending on how you’re standing in relation to the stream, you can’t breathe.”

  The world slowed to a crawl. Marshall looked down at Oliver, and his heart skipped a beat. “What?”

  Oliver’s eyes were consumed by mischief. He smirked. “You know, I’ve been listening and I’ve got inside sources. Not only have I met all your friends by this point, but my best friend is related, through marriage, to one of your best friends. Do you think I haven’t connected the dots?”

  Marshall didn’t say anything. He couldn’t if he tried. Oliver robbed his every word when he ran his tongue up his shaft once more, his eyes even on Marshall’s. When he’d reached the base of Marshall’s cock, he pulled away.

  “I may not understand kink, but that? That’s something I can understand. And it’s been making me horny as hell ever since you started incorporating it into our games.”

  The text messages—Oliver was talking about the text messages. Now that he was out of surgery and slowly recovering, they’d been bringing their play from the digital world to the real world, but Marshall had never pushed for anything half as racy as what they’d written. It looked like Oliver was tired of waiting for him to take initiative.

  “So I think, today, I want to play.” The fiendish glint in Oliver’s eyes would fuel Marshall’s fantasies for years. Oliver’s tongue ran down his shaft, circled around the head of his cock, then lapped at his slit before he pressed his lips to Marshall’s very tip. “And I want to play hard.”

  The tip of his cock depressed Oliver’s bottom lip, revealing a row of shiny white teeth. A tiny bead of precum spilled forth and joined their bodies, and Oliver hummed in pleasure as he opened his mouth and let his tongue dab at it. When it was gone, Oliver hummed and kissed Marshall’s cock before he moved his head to the side and broke the contact between them. Marshall let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.

  “I want to meet the you that talks to me in text messages,” Oliver uttered. He sucked one of Marshall’s balls into his mouth and ran his tongue over it, licking and sucking until Marshall gasped and had to brace one hand against the shower wall to keep himself standing. Pleasure ran molten inside of him, crumbling his composure. It was only when Oliver released him that Marshall managed to pull himself together again. “I want to meet with the man who came to me in The Shepherd that night and rocked my world by doing nothing other than demanding I perform. You’re hot as hell, and I want you. I want every inch of you.” Oliver’s lips traced along his cock again and came to rest at his tip. “I want you to fucking use me, Marshall. Turn my body into your cock sleeve. I want it rough.”

  Marshall had no chance to respond before Oliver plunged forward and sucked him in deep.

  The heat of Marshall’s arousal reached his brain, melting down the circuitry of his thoughts. Sparks flew as his system overloaded, leaving him with just his instincts. He grabbed the back of Oliver’s head and pushed him forward until the tip of Oliver’s nose brushed Marshall’s groin. Oliver sputtered, his throat constricted, and he braced his arms against Marshall’s thighs as if to
pull away.

  He never followed through.

  Instead, Oliver pushed himself closer. He gagged, and the convulsions squeezed Marshall’s shaft and sent more molten pleasure coursing through Marshall’s body. Oliver’s hands clenched Marshall’s legs, and he counted three more seconds after that before he pulled back and let Oliver gasp for breath around his cock. The look in Oliver’s eyes had gone foggy, lids drooped from the weight of his arousal. He looked up at Marshall, his cock balanced carefully on his lips, and asked, “Is that the best you can do?”

  Marshall’s cock was back down Oliver’s throat, and Oliver gagged on him all over again.

  “All you need to do is relax,” Marshall uttered. His voice had taken on the dark, dominant tones he’d used to slip into as a matter of course when he’d stepped through the doors at The Shepherd. It was a part of himself that he’d considered lost, but with his health recovering and his strength returning, it bloomed again inside of him like a tulip after a harsh winter. “If you don’t fight it, it won’t be so painful, Oliver. You know that this is where my cock belongs. Why are you fighting me?”

  Oliver made a high-pitched sound that buzzed through Marshall’s shaft. A silent gasp parted from his lips, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy as the vibration brought him pleasure.

  “Don’t fight me. Never fight me. You know that you belong to me, so why are you resisting?”

  The pitch of Oliver’s voice lowered and softened with uncertainty. Although his throat still convulsed around Marshall’s cock, he didn’t gag and sputter anymore. His hands were still braced on Marshall’s thighs, and they didn’t put up a fight.

  “Good boy.” Marshall stroked his hair, holding his head in place as Oliver calmed down. Slowly, he backed out of Oliver’s throat and let him breathe again. This time, the sound of it wasn’t greedy and urgent. Oliver was learning. “You’ve done such a good job. You’re learning so fast.”

  Oliver’s eyes were closed, and although he breathed heavily, his expression was surprisingly relaxed. Marshall kept his cock in Oliver’s mouth, letting him breathe around it. He stroked the back of Oliver’s head, rewarding him.

  “If you need me to stop, all you have to do is push against my thighs.” Marshall brushed his thumb along the back of Oliver’s head. “That’s all you need to do. Until then, you’ll be my toy—mine to do what I please with. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  Oliver’s mouth was full, but he hummed in agreement and sealed his lips around Marshall’s cock. He’d opened his eyes just enough so Marshall could see the desire in them. His heart raced, and he pushed forward into Oliver’s mouth a few times, teasing him.

  “I love you, Oliver,” Marshall reminded him. Then he slid back into Oliver’s throat and started to thrust.

  Oliver gagged again. His throat tightened in frantic, squeezing motions that made Marshall want him more than ever. He held Oliver’s head in place firmly, working his hips to sink himself where Oliver was the tightest, all the while paying attention to the way Oliver breathed and the tension in his hands. As his fingers started to press down, Marshall drew back and let Oliver gasp for breath, then dove in again.

  One of Oliver’s hands fell away from his thighs. Marshall looked down to find that Oliver had wrapped it around his cock. He was beating himself off.

  “Fuck,” Marshall uttered. His hand clamped in Oliver’s hair, and he thrust forward harder than he had before. He’d been under the impression that an untrained young man like Oliver wasn’t ready for anything too intense, but with every frantic pump of his hand and desperate, sputtered gag, he proved Marshall wrong.

  “You like it rough like this, don’t you?” Marshall’s lust had carried his voice away and replaced it with something dark and rumbling. “You like to be treated like a fuck toy.”

  The hand on his thigh pushed suddenly, and Marshall backed off. He knew it was too much to ask for right away. Oliver wasn’t ready for him.

  But the look on Oliver’s eyes didn’t hint that he’d been pushed too far. He looked up at Marshall from beside his cock, shoulders heaving as he took in air. Then, without a word said, Oliver turned his head and swallowed Marshall’s cock again. Marshall’s balls clenched, and as Oliver forced himself to take Marshall as deeply as he could despite the objection of his convulsing throat, Marshall found he had no stamina left.

  With a roar, he came.

  Oliver tried to pull back, but Marshall’s knot had already started to swell. It lodged itself in Oliver’s mouth, just behind the line of his teeth, leaving him no choice but to swallow around Marshall’s cock as he shot down Oliver’s throat. Every squeeze was heaven, and the tightness and non-stop sensation milked more cum out of Marshall than he’d thought possible.

  Oliver took it all. He had no choice but to swallow.

  “Such a good boy,” Marshall praised. He ran a hand through Oliver’s soaked hair. For now, Oliver’s hand had slowed—but it hadn’t entirely stopped. He was still hard, and Marshall knew he had to be aching for release. “Keep swallowing. You can do it—I know you can. Swallow all of it down. Your throat feels so good.”

  There was tension in Oliver’s body that shouldn’t have been there. Marshall knew his job wasn’t done. Until he saw that Oliver was relaxed, he couldn’t fully enjoy the bliss he’d been given. His partner’s needs were equally as important as his own.

  “All you have to do is keep calm and breathe through your nose,” Marshall said. He kept stroking Oliver’s hair. His knot would bind them together for ten to fifteen minutes, and he needed to work Oliver to a point where he was relaxed enough that breathing would be easy. “You’re going to be okay. You’ve done such a good job so far, all you need is to let it go. Let it all go, and accept that I’m the one inside of you, inhibiting you like this. When you give total power to me, you don’t have to worry about anything—I’ll take care of you. You’re free.”

  Oliver’s shoulders slumped. He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his hand. Marshall was sure he was going to set it on Marshall’s thigh again, but instead, he used it to cup Marshall’s balls. Slowly, he started to tease.

  Marshall’s control exploded.

  He’d already come, but seeing Oliver’s mouth stretched by his knot and feeling himself so deeply inside Oliver’s body was a constant source of a pleasure he couldn’t ignore. To know that Oliver wanted more already—that he was trying to keep Marshall hard to prolong the time he spent knotted in Oliver’s mouth—sent all of Marshall’s blood rushing south. His flagging erection regained strength, and he thrust a few, shallow times into Oliver’s throat. His knot prevented him from moving much more than that.

  Oliver—hilarious, awkward, wonderful Oliver—wanted more. He wanted to be stuck on Marshall’s cock, his agency surrendered and his body kept uncomfortable. He wanted to hurt. And Marshall wanted to give him everything he wanted.

  “Your body is mine, Oliver,” Marshall told him in a breathy whisper. “Every breath you take, every thought that runs through your head, and every. Little. Twitch.” Marshall marked each of his last three words by pushing into Oliver’s mouth. Tears streamed down Oliver’s cheeks, but his body remained relaxed, and he didn’t attempt to push away. “Mine. You’ve given yourself to me, and I’ll use what’s mine how I want.”

  Oliver trembled. He sucked in a breath around Marshall’s cock, then bobbed his head forward. His nose pressed against Marshall’s pubic bone, and Marshall knew that Oliver was ready for more. As his cock twitched and his body prepared itself to go again, Marshall did the only thing that felt right for their situation—he held onto the back of Oliver’s head and started to thrust again.

  30

  Oli

  Pain. Searing, aching, amazing pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks, impossible to stop. He loved every one of them.

  Kink wasn’t his thing. Kink so wasn’t his thing. Whips and chains? Handcuffs? Ball gags? Oli didn’t see the appeal. But to be on his knees in the shower, surrendering himself to th
e man who was his everything? Allowing himself to be turned from an independent young man into a source of infinite pleasure? He couldn’t get enough. And when the dominant, powerful man inside of Marshall emerged to take control, Oli could never say no.

  Marshall’s cock dominated his airway, and try as Oli might to keep himself calm and collected, he couldn’t help but gag around it. Every tightening of his throat left him short of breath, but it simultaneously ripped him open at the seams as debilitating excitement exploded into pleasure. He’d never had sex so thrilling, and it made him want more.

  “You haven’t come yet,” Marshall whispered. Each tight thrust of his hips pushed Oli closer to orgasm, but there was something missing. “We’ll have to fix that.”

  Somewhere along the way, both of Marshall’s hands had found their way to the back of Oli’s head. Now, one of them moved forward to stroke his cheek while the other held Oli in place. Marshall kept thrusting, driving his cock in the shallow ways his knot afforded them.

  “When you belong to me, I want you to know that I mean it.” Marshall’s voice barely rose over the sound of the shower and the overhead fans. Oli gasped and gagged around him, eyes squeezed shut as the pain and pleasure grew. “When you belong to me, every comfort you have is because of me... and so is every discomfort.”

  The tender affection of Marshall’s fingers against his scalp was good, but it wasn’t what Oli needed. He stroked himself harder, hoping that if he was rough with himself, maybe he’d find release. It wasn’t enough. The water slicked his skin and made it difficult to get the friction he wanted.

  Marshall’s fingers moved from his cheek to his jawline, tracing toward his chin. “I want you to know that I am merciful. I want you to know how much I love you… but until you know how much I’m in control—until you know what I can and cannot do to you—that’s not going to be possible, is it?”