Blurb:
When Keenan's lover, Naro, reveals the deep, dark secret of his past, Keenan must decide how strong their love really is. But Keenan has a secret of his own—one that's right up Naro's alley.
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"Just as lovely as I'd imagined."
Naro jumped at Keenan's voice. Keenan stood in the doorway, shoulder propped against the jam, smiling. Naro smoothed his hands down along the dress, shivering. "Do you like it?"
Keenan leaned his head to the side and nodded. "I do. I didn't know if I would or not, but I really do. You look very sweet. But, and forgive me for saying this, because I know it's not what you want, you're still very masculine." Keenan moved to stand behind Naro at the mirror, slid his arms around Naro's waist. "And I like the way we look together."
Naro turned his gaze to the reflection again. The sight of Keenan's strong arms around him, against the shimmering dress, hardened his cock in a split second. His mind filled with a vision of him on his back in their bed, the dress rumpled up around his hips and Keenan between his legs, sucking him off. Naro let out a groan and turned in Keenan's arms, pressing his cock against Keenan's thigh.
Keenan grinned. "You'd better take it off now." He lowered his head and planted a nibbling kiss on Naro's lips. "I'd hate to muss up your shiny new dress."
But Naro shook his head. "Will you do something for me?" He began to work the buttons of Keenan's shirt open.
"Anything. Surely you know that after this?" Keenan gestured to the dress. "What would you have me do?"
Naro licked his lips. "Take me to bed and suck my cock while I wear the dress."
Keenan's grin widened and he shrugged. "Well, you know what they say. What the lady wants"—he pushed Naro toward the door that led back to their bedroom—"the lady gets."
Naro walked backward into the bedroom, undoing the last of Keenan's buttons and pushing the shirt from his shoulders as he followed. The edge of the bed bumped the backs of Naro's knees and he sat down with a sigh.
Keenan cupped Naro's chin and kissed him quickly before turning his attention to the rest of his clothing. He unbuttoned his breeches and slid them down slowly, wiggling his hips as they emerged. Tossing the pants aside, he went down on his knees in front of Naro.
Naro shivered as Keenan pushed up the skirt of the dress and glided his hands up along Naro's thighs.
"Is this what you had in mind?" Keenan asked. He lowered his head under the skirt and licked at the head of Naro's cock.
A moan escaped Naro's lips and he reached down to stroke his hands through Keenan's long hair, letting the strands filter through his fingers one by one. He scooted back on the bed so that his legs hung off from the knees down, and grabbed a pillow to prop himself up so he could watch. He absolutely didn't want to miss a single second of this. Naro stuffed the pillow under his head and hiked his skirt up further, loving the way the material rustled as he bunched it in his hands.
Keenan wrapped his fingers around Naro's cock, lowered his head, and pursed his lips around the tip to suck.
"Yes," Naro sighed breathlessly, hands fisting in the dress.
Keenan's head bobbed up and down, the dark of his skin made even darker by the vibrant richness of the shiny dress. He slid his hands under Naro's ass, dug his fingers into the pliant flesh there, using it for leverage. Naro wanted nothing more than to simply close his eyes and ride the pleasure, but the erotic scene before him kept his attention fixed; he couldn't tear his eyes away. He'd never seen anything sexier than Keenan with his head buried in a dress-enshrouded groin.
Naro groaned as his cock slipped just that much deeper into the heat of Keenan's mouth and Keenan moaned around it, sending ripples of ecstasy along his shaft and up into his balls. His mind drifted back to last night, when Keenan had spoken to him during their lovemaking, called him pretty. That had sounded and felt so good; he wanted it again now. Naro tugged on Keenan's hair and squirmed away from that deviously skilled mouth. "Talk to me."
Keenan grinned and climbed onto the bed to straddle Naro. He bent and trailed his tongue along the top edge of the dress, where Naro's cleavage would've been had he been a woman. "Your skin is so soft," he whispered.
Naro shivered, waves of need and lust crashing against him. "More."
Keenan palmed Naro's left nipple though the dress, closed his hand and squeezed as if there were far more beneath his touch than there really was. "Such lovely breasts." He nuzzled his cheek against the satin. "So round and firm."
Naro's eyes rolled back in his head. Gods, but Keenan was good at this for someone who didn't like to lay with women.
"I've never wanted a woman like I want you, Naro," Keenan purred. He thrust his hips against Naro. "I've never wanted to touch a woman, never wanted to be with one. But you"—he pressed the heel of his hand to Naro's cock and rubbed in slow circles—"you're just too pretty to resist. I want to slide inside and feel your womanhood surround me, all slick and hot."
"Kee!" Naro wrapped his legs around Keenan's waist, his arms around Keenan's neck, and pulled Keenan down on top of him, lips seeking Keenan's. He whimpered into Keenan's mouth, their tongues twining and sliding in a slippery battle for supremacy. He let Keenan win, let Keenan deepen the kiss, Keenan's large, powerful body pressing him down into the bed as he clung.
Keenan broke the kiss, and the look of crazed lust burning in his eyes went straight to Naro's cock, making him whimper even more.
"Fuck," Keenan growled. He lowered his head and claimed Naro's mouth again, the kiss hurried, nearly frantic. His teeth nipped Naro's bottom lip; Naro's eyes opened wide at the pleasant pain.
"Do that again," Naro pleaded. "I…I liked the pain. Bite me again."
Keenan reared back and simply looked at Naro for a long moment, seemed to be warring with himself, brow furrowed. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "How far do you want this to go?"
Naro arched an eyebrow, not knowing how to interpret the question. "What…what do you mean?"
"Before we met—years ago—when I lived in Kembi, I was a Master in the Nulphillium."
"By the gods…" Naro shook his head, trying to digest the revelation that his lover had been a member of an organization devoted to providing the region's royalty with pleasures of the flesh—and not always mundane, ordinary pleasures. Naro had heard tales of kings who liked to be tied up and flogged until they bled, of queens who demanded that their sexual partners put them on display and all but rape them. He shivered, wondering just what acts Keenan had performed.
"You're not the only one with secrets." Keenan caressed Naro's upper arms. "Thoughts?" he prompted.
"Will you tell me about it, some time? Will you describe the things you saw and the things you"—he suppressed another whimper—"the things you did?"
"If you'd like to hear them."
"I would. Did you…did you enjoy your time there?"
Keenan nodded. "Very, very much. Nothing would please me more than to show you some of the delights I learned, as long as you're willing."
Was he willing? Naro let his mind wander for a moment, brought forth images of himself wearing delicate black stockings, lacy black gloves, and a fancy, flowing dress, trussed up in shiny black ropes for Keenan's amusement. He nearly came. "I'm willing."
Keenan closed his eyes for a second, then nodded. When he opened his eyes again there was that same crazed lust, but something else lurked in those bright green depths; something primal and dominant, and Naro felt a shift inside himself as something buried deep within his soul respond instantly, instinctively.
Naro cried out as Keenan's teeth sank into his shoulder, biting and pulling, gnawing none too gently. He pressed his hand to the back of Keenan's head, pushing his flesh against Keenan's mouth. "Gods…Kee…harder."
Keenan's bite intensified; he went so far as to tug back, Naro's skin between his teeth, and shake his head like a dog.
Moaning, writhing beneath Keenan in bliss, Naro could barely believe he'd asked for such a thing, had never thought of himself as someone who would consider it, let alone like it. But he couldn't deny how alive he felt as the pain of Keenan's bites pounded through him.
Keenan pulled away roughly, caught Naro's hands and pinned them together above his head. The bites began again, across Naro's other shoulder, all along his exposed flesh above the collar of the dress, then up along his arms, alternating between one and then the other, Keenan's teeth pulling and tugging on the tender, meaty flesh through the dress, leaving little wet marks on the shiny fabric.
Naro squirmed and gasped, crying out over and over, wanting it never to end, his cock beyond painful, balls tighter than tight. It did end though, as Keenan slid from him and stood, crossed over to the small cabinet by the window and rummaged around for a bottle of oil. The bottle he brought back was red, with a flame painted on one side. Naro had never seen it before.
Keenan came back to the bed and straddled Naro once again. He leaned in for another biting kiss, then sat back.
Naro wiggled impatiently, drawing a deep, rumbling chuckle from Keenan.
"Wanton whore," Keenan snarled.
Why those two words enticed him, Naro didn't know. But the shiver that climbed his spine was undeniable.
"But you're a pretty whore," Keenan continued. He pushed the skirt of Naro's dress up even further, uncorked the bottle, and poured a small amount of liquid onto Naro's stomach.
Naro gasped, the wind sucked from his body by a hot sting that settled into his skin. "What…what is that?"
"It's a special oil made by the monks in Creval. It's meant to be for aches, but it has certain other uses that are far more interesting." Keenan dumped the oil into his palm and reached down to stroke his own cock. He moaned long and low, thrusting his hips against his hand. "It's one of my favorite things."
Naro mewled in frustration.
"I haven't forgotten you, my pretty little whore." Keenan tipped the bottle and dribbled oil directly onto Naro's cock.
"Kee!" Liquid flame slid along the length of Naro's cock and down the sides. Keenan's hand slipped down to Naro's balls, his fingers like tiny points of fire on Naro's skin. Keenan teased his opening, ringing that unholy heat around the rim before sliding two fingers deep inside.
Coherent thought fled, and so did the ability to speak or make any sounds that made sense. Naro cried out, voice more like a choked sob than anything else as Keenan worked him, fingers curling and scissoring, toying with that sweetest of sweet spots before withdrawing. Naro thought to argue, beg Keenan not to stop, but no sooner had the thought occurred to him than Keenan's cock replaced his fingers, sliding deep.
"You like my cock, don't you, little whore?"
Naro nodded quickly, bucking his hips up and shifting so that he could take more. Keenan thrust hard; Naro likened it to being fucked with a blunt, thick, red-hot fire iron that had just been dipped in flame. The harder Keenan slammed, the harder Naro wanted it. He dug his fingers into the bed sheets and hung on, added his own strength to the force of Keenan's movements. Like the kiss had earlier, it became another war between them, both of them fighting to show the other which of them controlled the situation, both of them vying to wring the other's strength out.
Keenan grabbed hold of Naro's wrists and pinned them at his side, leaning down so that all his weight rested in that embrace. Naro put up a token struggle, loving the rush of fear and adrenaline that being held down brought.
"You're mine," Keenan growled. "Give up."
Naro shook his head in response. "Make me." He struggled more, twisting his hips in a half-hearted attempt to throw Keenan off, though that was the last thing he wanted. But it earned him the reaction he craved.
Keenan snarled and released one of Naro's wrists, raised his hand to Naro's throat and squeezed just slightly, just enough to cause Naro's eyes to widen in surprise and uncoil the fear nestled in his belly, send it spiraling out along his skin. Keenan redoubled his pace, thrusting painfully hard and fast, pistoning Naro into the bed with every stroke. "Filthy whore!"
And that part of Naro that had responded earlier, that instinctive submission that had risen inside him now swelled to the surface. He stopped fighting and his body went limp except for his legs, which he kept wrapped tight around Keenan's waist. He closed his eyes and stretched his neck out as much as he could, offering the gesture to Keenan as a symbol of Keenan's hard fought victory.
Keenan howled and thrust himself home again and again. He let go of Naro's other wrist at last and wrapped that iron hard grip around Naro's cock. He started to stroke but he needed have bothered. The moment their flesh touched, Naro's cock erupted in a painful climax that stripped reality away, leaving Naro shaking and screaming out his pleasure.
Keenan went rigid, burying his cock to the root one final time, tip striking that spot hard, his pleasure wresting another hoarse scream from Naro. Nostrils flared, sweat-slick muscles taunt, hair falling around him, Keenan reminded Naro of a wild stallion. He didn't move—only his chest heaved as he panted heavily—he simply stared down, wide-eyed, at Naro, his expression warring between disbelief and elation.
"Are you all right?" Keenan finally asked, voice hoarse and strained.
Naro nodded. "Are you?"
A hard, powerful shiver started in Keenan's legs and ran up his body, forcing him to close his eyes and lean his head back. If Naro hadn't known better, he'd have sworn Keenan had just climaxed again.
Keenan eased his body from Naro's, stretched out, and gathered the blankets up around them. He pulled Naro close, nibbled a path along Naro's jaw. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Naro sighed happily and closed his eyes, reveling in the drowsy warmth radiating from Keenan's skin. He turned and snuggled into Keenan, pressed his lips to Keenan's still damp chest and gently licked up a drop of sweat. Keenan chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest like a rumble of distant thunder.
Naro awoke later, though he didn’t know how much time had passed. Keenan wasn't in bed with him anymore. Indeed, his lover had straightened up the bedding and changed Naro out of his dress. He was about to get up and go searching for Keenan, when the object of his thoughts appeared in the doorway, carrying a small wooden trunk. "What's that?"
Keenan placed the trunk in the middle of the bed. "Tools of my former trade. See for yourself."
Naro opened the lid and peeked inside. The trunk contained an assortment of whips, chains, manacles, and other items he'd never seen before, but somehow knew what they'd be used for. He reached in and withdrew a long, thick, leather-wrapped item, almost resembling a cock. Tapered at one end, and studded all along its length with metal nubs, the thing looked positively menacing. And thrilling. He ran his hand over the nubs. "Will you try this on me?"
Keenan grinned. "Like I said before, what the lady wants, the lady gets."
~The End~
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