Page 92 of Love Lessons

In fact, why don’t you go gather up all of your clothes now. Hang them over the chair.

Landon jerkily complied and Dustin couldn’t get enough of watching him. His inflamed buttocks flashed out whenever he leaned over and he was, impossibly, almost hard again.

He tried throwing the clothes on the chair first, but Dustin gave him a pointed look and he hung them over the back with pointedly fastidious care.

Good enough.

He pointed to the ground between his knees.

A year might have passed before Landon made those five steps and then crumpled awkwardly to his knees, without an ounce of his usual grace.

Dustin couldn’t quite describe it, but it was that battle inside that drove him so wild. That joint desire to defy and submit. Because ultimately Landon would submit to him.

He gripped Landon’s chin harshly. This is what you need, isn’t it?

Landon shrugged.

Oh, so I should stop?

Landon shook his head so hard that it slipped from Dustin’s grip.

That’s what I thought. I won’t make that mistake again.

Landon’s eyes pleaded with him.

He could be gentle and loving. But Landon had already had enough of that. He made his face stern. Take out my dick.

Landon did it gently. Reverently. Like it truly was a reward.

Then he pulled his hands back. Not behind his back, though, but daringly gripping Dustin’s knees.

Dustin waited, watching Landon grow more tense. Do you deserve this?

What the hell? You already said I could have it.

Yes, but do you deserve it?

How the hell should I know?

Then let me tell you. You deserve everything that I have to give you. And I will do my best to give you everything that you need. No more holding back. Because you are mine.

Landon sucked in a sharp breath, looking surprised and needy and finally, finally happy.

But that was the last full breath he got for a while, because Dustin pulled his head forward, guiding him onto his cock by that beautiful hair.

He fucked into Landon’s ready mouth, ignoring his gasping and struggles. Because Landon's beautiful dick was still hard, and his knees were gently folded underneath him.

Moreover, the two graceful hands that were flailing and pushing back against him were completely free to safeword. And since Landon wasn’t anywhere close to that, it meant that he wanted to struggle.

And fuck was that hot.

He pushed in deeper, his cock practically choked by that impossibly tight throat. And then he held it there.

Landon looked up at him with those gorgeous clear eyes, so broken and needy and trusting.

Dustin kept one hand tight on the back of Landon’s head and stroked the other gently down the side of his face, never breaking eye contact. He loved him so much and couldn’t deny it anymore.

Landon blinked his eyes closed once, and then again. He must be close to running out of air, but Dustin kept him there just a few seconds longer, trying to communicate everything he was feeling.