Love & Stitches at The Asylum: Part Fifty-Nine

 

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The quiet of the dungeon, with no scene to focus on besides his own, brought Lawson into the deeper headspace of the power exchange a lot faster than usual. Moving around the space, he put on some music, low and ambient, with a steady pulse that worked well for measuring the strikes of the whip.

After adding to his supplies, Lawson guided Dallas to the center of the dungeon, picking the bondage frame over the Saint Andrew’s Cross, not wanting an inch of the man unavailable to him. He lifted Dallas’ hands over his head once the cuffs were attached to his wrists, clipping them in place.

Bending down, he slid Dallas’ leathers to his feet and removed them. Leaving no barriers. Nothing to hide behind. He made sure never to lose contact with the man, fully aware that a switch could slip into a whole different mindset when they felt vulnerable.

A balance he kept with Curtis every single day, out of sight of the other members, sometimes even with their own subs. From one minute, one hour to the next, Curtis’ needs could shift.

That experience made it so much easier to read Dallas, who wasn’t always the one who chose when that ‘switch’ was flipped. Not with a Dom like Rhodey.

Lawson taking that level of control now would keep the man right where he wanted him.

Goose flesh and sweat were a beautiful combination, Dallas’ anticipation and awareness of the moment written in his full body shudder. If Lawson had harbored any lingering doubt this was exactly where the man wanted to be, the sight of his dick, hard and shining with precome as it bobbed proudly between them would have dispelled every last shred. 

Giving an experimental tug to his bindings, Dallas shifted his stance, his muscles rippling with the raw power he exuded as a matter of course along with a natural grace of a fighter who had reached The Asylum’s elite echelons. Rather than making him appear less of a submissive in this headspace, it made that side of him shine even more clearly. The way he leaned toward Lawson, like a flower turned its face to the sun, said everything about the trust and need Dallas placed in him—the raw hunger he craved to have fulfilled that so few could.

“Touch me, please, sir.” Another shudder, this one wracking the bondage frame, accompanied Dallas’ plea. 

It wasn’t a request to be pleasured, but a less experienced Dom might’ve read it as such. A glance into the man’s brown eyes, however, showed that the request came from the desire to nuzzle Lawson’s palm—to worship the hand that would be giving him that intoxicating cocktail of pleasure soaked pain.

Stroking along the thick, hard curves of Dallas’ thighs as he rose, Lawson gave Dallas a hooded look. He would give the man what he craved, but first he’d enjoy every inch of the gorgeous body he’d laid bare for the first time. “I won’t stop touching you, in some way, pet. First, like this.” He caressed the swell of Dallas’ ass, then brushed his lips low on his tight abs, close enough to his straining erection to tease, but moving upward to make it clear he wouldn’t be indulging him with any contact there yet. “And this.” He flicked his tongue over one dark nipple, then the other, tightening his grip on Dallas’ ass to add to the sensation of being completely restrained and open to him. “And any way that will remind you how tender I can be once you’re under my whip, enduring the sharper edges of what I can give you. Would you like that?”

Soft pants and parted lips, a low moan, told Lawson everything he needed to know. When Dallas managed a strained, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” he had every bit of the answer he required. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He pressed into Lawson’s grip, the muscles of his glutes flexing. “I could come just from this. Just from hearing what you’re going to do.”

Lawson brought his hands to Dallas’ chest, grazing his teeth and lips along the other man’s throat where his pulse created a rhythm he used as he moved against him, letting his leathers add to the sensations with Dallas’ dick pinned between their bodies. “I’m curious to see how much Rhodey has taught you. I imagine you won’t come too fast, no matter what I do to you?”

Nervous laughter rumbled from Dallas’ chest, followed by another moan. He shook his head, every other part of him absolutely still, as if he did everything he could to control the amount of friction their bodies created. “I won’t come until you say, sir.”

“Good boy.” Lawson whispered the praise against Dallas’ lips even as he decided to test him a little. Reaching down, he took a firm grip of the other man’s dick, stroking him and chuckling as he held Dallas’ gaze. He might not toy with his subs as much as some, but there was some pleasure to be had in showing a sub how little control they actually had. “Because if you did, I’d have to start all over and get you hard again. Which would delay the real fun. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Subs who found nothing more pleasurable than pleasing a Dom were rare, and even the best trained had moments of weakness where their own needs rose first. So it was both welcome and unusual when Dallas immediately shook his head without a shade of hesitation or doubt. 

“No, sir.” Though his dick pulsed, his body’s automatic response unable to be disguised, Dallas didn’t so much as thrust into Lawson’s grip. “Not unless it’s what you wanted.”

This kind of discipline showed both a deep strength in a sub and a Dom who’d spent a lot of time showing his boy what was expected. Paired with his merc training, it made sense, but Lawson had never really considered the level Rhodey must have reached with his subs. Or with this man. Exploring how far beyond what Lawson had taught him Dallas had gone would be a rare treat.

“What I want is everything, Dallas. All of your reactions, everything you have to give me. I want to hear it when you struggle to hold back.” Lawson covered Dallas’ lips with his own again, stroking him a bit faster. “I want your complete surrender, in whatever form it takes when you are under my control.”

Mouth slack, breaths coming fast, Dallas dropped his forehead to Lawson’s shoulder, rolling so his breath puffed hotly against Lawson’s neck. Sweat slicked his sub’s skin, running in rivulets down to his fist. The way Dallas’ muscles tightened, practically vibrating with his need, made him seem more tautly strung bow, ready to unleash a well-aimed arrow, than a man on the verge of bliss.

“Sir... God.” The last was a long, drawn out string of vowels that ended in a shouted, “Yes!”

Tightening his grip around the base of Dallas’ cock, Lawson cut off his release, wrapping an arm around him to soothe and steady him. This kind of denial could be almost painful, but it would make what Lawson did next even more of a powerful experience. “Shh, there we go. Such a good boy. That was close, but it’s what I will take from you. There’s nothing for you to hold back. I won’t let you go anywhere I don’t want you.”

The rigor of denied release still written in the lines of his body, Dallas nodded, catching his breath. He laughed, shook his head, then opened his eyes to meet Lawson’s gaze. “Thank you, sir. That...” He licked his lips. “Wow.”

“This is why I enjoy playing with my men in private.” Lawson let out a soft laugh, leaning in to claim another kiss. “It gives me the opportunity to catch the rest of you off guard.” Easing back, he trailed his gaze over skin sheened with sweat, practically glowing with the flush of arousal. This time, he let Dallas steady himself with the shackles holding his wrists above his head to the bondage frame. Made sure he was ready for what he’d endure as the whip licked his skin. “Your Dom asked me to leave some pretty marks on you. Are you prepared for that? I won’t make you bleed, I don’t play that way, but you will feel this for some time.”

Some in the lifestyle played while using poppers to enhance the euphoria of sex, but Lawson’s words alone dilated Dallas’ pupils so completely that the amount of light they let in had to be its own kind of discomfort. “I’m ready, sir. You make a whip dance so sweetly, I know I’ll feel you connected to the other end. Who could ask for more?”

“You’re very good for a man’s ego, my boy.” Lawson patted Dallas’ cheek, then slid his thumb over his bottom lip. Into his mouth, caressing it over his tongue, shaking his head before his sub could suck. “I won’t be using your mouth that way tonight, but maybe someday. I know I don’t need to remind you, but…” He withdrew his hand, holding Dallas’ gaze. “I want you to fly for me, but not so high you can’t be present enough to tell me if I reach your limit. Remind me of your safeword.”

“Cookie, sir.” Hanging on to Lawson’s every word, Dallas responded with an immediate grin. “But only because snickerdoodle was too long to say.”

Breathing out a laugh, Lawson inclined his head. “True, but it would be entertaining to hear you try it, under the right circumstances.” He moved to his supplies, taking out a wipe to clean his hands, and a towel to dry them, before picking up the whip. Absolutely nothing could be left to reduce his grip on this particular tool, not with the way he handled it. Fortunately, his palms didn’t sweat when he used it, and it became the perfect extension of his body. The slightest slip could have dangerous results, but he’d earned the trust any sub under his whip had given with more training and practice than most in the club.

Still, he never took it for granted. Arrogance was the cause of more injuries than he cared to think of in this room. He’d suspended too many Doms who got cocky about their skills, and ejected more than a few from The Asylum for being careless. Moving around Dallas, Lawson narrowed his focus to the expanse of skin along his thighs, ass, and back. Blocked out the sound of everyone else who’d come into the dungeon.

Even if someone screamed, even if the fire alarm went off, nothing would pull him from the space he’d created around himself and Dallas. Nothing crossing it except for the whip, the tail landing precisely where he wanted it to, with the exact impact intended.

Speaking low as he took his stance, Lawson prepared the man restrained in front of him for the first strike. “Let us begin.”

Feet planted wide, grip firm on the chains, Dallas took a deep inhale that widened the expanse of his back. Delts and lats rippled under his skin, his glutes flexing to perfection. 

“Ready, sir.” His response was strong, clear, and coated with need. 

Another incline of his head, which Dallas couldn’t see, but that wasn’t necessary. Closing his eyes, Lawson inhaled slowly. Let himself sink a bit deeper into the moment, where he would ride the high of the exchange while remaining present. His blood pulsed low as he opened his eyes and threw the whip, the crack in the air sending a rush through his veins as the leather tail connected high on Dallas’ back. The strike wasn’t as hard as he would go once they’d both gotten into the flow, but would create a nice heat that would intensify once Lawson paired it with a few aligning strikes.

The next lash went to Dallas’ other side, with the same impact. Each touch was like a map spread out on his sub’s skin, guiding him along a path to where he’d reach for that sweet spot between pain and pleasure, setting tiny flames of sensation along nerves honed to soak in every bit of fire until what would naturally be retreated from became alluring. Addictive. Having experienced it himself, Lawson could almost feel an echo of the heat on his own skin and used that to play a precise chord within the embers of everything he let Dallas feel. Along the back of his shoulders, over his ass and thighs, each pass building up the inferno until it rose up in a controlled blaze.

Dallas’ hips swayed, the trim lines of his torso thrusting in unconscious anticipation of the rhythm Lawson built. Ripples of sensation transferred over skin, each flick of the whip tail seeming to create a wave along the landscape they traveled together. Until Dallas’ limbs went slack, only for a moment. Enough to tell Lawson his endurance had begun to wane even if his craving for the whip’s sweet kiss hadn’t lessened.

Setting the whip aside, Lawson closed the distance between himself and Dallas, gliding his fingertips lightly over the raised welts the whip had created on his skin. He wasn’t an artist like several in the Core, but the symmetry, the way those marks created a different layer of heat on Dallas’ skin, was breathtaking.

“Such a good boy, taking that for me.” Lawson kissed Dallas’ shoulder, wrapping one arm around him to lend him the solidness of his body and bring him down slowly from the endorphins that would make him feel a little removed from his own. “Stay like this with me for a moment. Slow breaths, matching mine. Then I’ll remove your ankle cuffs, and your wrist cuffs, and take you down from the frame.”

Dallas leaned into him with a readiness that spoke of not only friendship but the kind of deep trust that hadn’t been present in the man when they’d first met. That he responded now on the level very few achieved in a lifetime of connection spoke volumes about his feelings for Lawson and the road they’d traveled together.

“So amazing.” Words slurring, Dallas licked his lips. “Could use some water, please, sir.”

Nodding, Lawson glanced toward the front of the dungeon, blinking as Reed jogged over and handed him two bottles, his lips quirking at Lawson’s surprise. After holding up a finger for him to wait with them, Lawson bent down to undo the shackles at Dallas’ ankles, then wrists, holding him in a more comfortable position before he took the uncapped bottle and held it to Dallas’ lips for a sip.

“Here you go, my sweet pet.” Lawson kept an eye to only give Dallas a small sip at first so he didn’t choke. A longer one when he swallowed without any trouble. “A few more then we’ll get you somewhere comfortable.”

Not the couches, Lawson never felt the space was intimate enough, and there was a note of finality to bringing a sub there. He needed more time to admire his work while letting the man in his arms soak in the aftermath.

Making an appreciative sound, Dallas blinked open his eyes, a small smile curving the edges of his lips. “Never been a pet. I like it.” He appeared to be more present, but his short sentences said he was still miles away from landing back on earth as he craned his head in an impossible attempt to see his own back. “Is it pretty?”  

“Absolutely stunning.” Lawson ran his hand up and down Dallas’ arm, nodding his thanks when Reed handed him a thick black robe. 

His boy didn’t say a word, simply tucking a bar of chocolate in one of the pockets before moving on to fetch more water for someone else. For a moment, Lawson couldn’t understand why he hadn’t spoken, then he remembered where they were. And why. Service subs in the dungeon only spoke if they were asked something directly, always careful not to pull the focus from the sub in the scene, or receiving aftercare.

His boy had been serving that role here on a regular basis for years and made it seem effortless. Pride filled Lawson before he recalled the purpose for the lack of interaction and turned his gaze to Dallas. He brought the robe around his shoulders, shaking his head at himself. “I may enjoy my privacy, but I really should play in here more often. I’ll give you a moment, but then, if you’d like, I will be bringing you to my loft. Otherwise, I’ll bring you to your own and stay with you until your Dom returns.”

“Yours. Please, sir.” There was barely a millisecond between the end of Lawson’s sentence and Dallas’ response. His gaze dipped with the first moment of shyness he’d ever seen from the man. “If it pleases you.”

Tipping Dallas’ chin up with two fingers, Lawson answered with a soft kiss, then quiet words. “It does, pet. But you’ll have a bit of chocolate first so you can ground yourself a little. I’d carry you, but that would make all those beautiful marks feel much less pleasant than they do now.” He plucked the chocolate bar out of the robe pocket, unwrapping one end and breaking off a couple of pieces. “If I’m not mistaken, this is one of your favorites.”

“The candy or the marks?” A tiny bit of mischief shone in Dallas’ eyes with the cheeky question.

Still a bit high himself from the scene, Lawson didn’t respond the way he would have if Dallas—or any other sub—had spoken to him that way before an exchange like this. He prefered keeping the lines a bit clearer then, but it wasn’t necessary now. His lips curved and he broke the chocolate in half, popping one into his own mouth and savoring the treat. “I’ll let you think that over, my boy. Hopefully you figure it out before I keep this all to myself.”

Warmth lit Dallas’ smile from within, his appreciation of Lawson’s rejoinder apparent in the way his attention dipped to the chocolate and then lifted to Lawson’s mouth. “I would find it even more delectable, sir, if a taste of you came along with the chocolate. I’m not sure which would be sweeter.”

Holding up the second piece of chocolate, Lawson arched a brow at Dallas. “Such a sideways attempt to Top from the bottom. Careful, pet. I have ways of making you regret that.” Which didn’t include giving the man what he clearly wanted, but he was lucky. Because Lawson wanted it, too. He set the chocolate between his lips, leaning in to feed it to Dallas from them, following the melting sweetness of it with a smooth glide of his tongue to ensure his boy got a full helping, both of the candy and him.

Hands by his sides, Dallas swayed into him, chasing after the chocolate with an eagerness that said the treat wasn’t all in the candy. He whimpered with the slightest hint of a growl, like a cat who’d been trained to keep its claws sheathed but who hadn’t entirely shaken the urge to claim what he wanted. 

“Can you walk?” Lawson brought his hand to the back of Dallas’ neck, a rough sound in the back of his own throat as he struggled against the temptation to shove Dallas against the frame, or the closest wall. His leathers were becoming their own kind of torture, and edging himself wasn’t one of his kinks. “Because if not, I’ll rethink carrying you. I guess throwing you over my shoulder would avoid the worst of the damage.”

Dallas’ eyes briefly widened, then crinkled with his quick grin. “I can walk, sir. But if you think you can carry me over your shoulder I’m game to experience what the smaller subs do. Though I wouldn’t want to tire you out before we got to your loft.” His words were a challenge, but the expression on his face was one-hundred-percent blissed out and sweet tempered sub who had some fun with a Dom he adored. “I had a lot of cookies to eat today.”

Chuckling, Lawson kissed Dallas again. “Far be it for me to deny you the experience.” This was another point he would often rein a sub back in, but he was in the mood for the challenge. And for getting the hell out of there with his sub so he could enjoy everything he had to offer. Sweeping Dallas’ legs out from under him, he bent down to haul him over his shoulder.

A task that was much easier with Matt and Reed, both men being quite a bit smaller than him. Curtis was closer to his own size, and Lawson could do it, but the chances of Curtis not struggling enough to knock them both over unless he was completely blissed out were slim. Dallas was a bit shorter than Lawson, but his muscles made him a lot heavier than he looked.

If not for a whole lot of adrenaline and sheer stubbornness, Lawson might not have made it past the dungeon doors, nevermind up the stairs. Shaking his head at himself, he huffed out a breathless laugh as he made it to the door of his loft. “Jared would kick my ass if he saw that.”

“When I’m wearing this cuff on my other wrist, remind me to tell you what a weirdo you are.” Dallas’ abs shook against Lawson’s shoulder with his laughter. “I can see what’s so appealing. The view from this angle is remarkable.”

Grunting, Lawson lowered Dallas to his feet. He tapped in the code and opened the door, reaching out and latching on to Dallas’ wrist to tug him along with him inside. On impulse, he shoved Dallas against the door to close it, tugging off his cuff and tossing it aside. He would still be in control, but he needed his friend, the man he’d known and shared so much with, fully present before this continued.

No boundaries of Dominance and submission restricting him from whatever he wanted to say. “I’m reminding you now. Tell me.”

Hands cupped Lawson’s face, Dallas smoothing his thumbs along the ridges of his cheekbones as he stared into Lawson’s eyes. “I love your weird ass.” He claimed a deep kiss, his tongue delving into Lawson’s mouth with a sweep that tasted of chocolate and salt. “A whole fucking lot.”

“I love you, too, Dallas.” Lawson groaned as he shifted Dallas away from the door, kissing him with a messy, bruising slide of lips as he attempted to both devour the hot, sweetness of the man’s mouth, his breath, and recall where the fuck his bedroom was. He managed to find the coffee table with his shin, but the pain barely registered. The very large couch was a soft surface. It would do. “Fuck, I want you. Take off the robe.”

Movements equally uncoordinated, Dallas tangled himself up in the robe like it was his first day undressing on his own. The tie somehow managed to wrap around his wrist in a slip knot that had the black fabric billowing from his arm when he tried to shake it off. 

“Your boy gave us a magic bondage bathrobe.” Fingers under the tie, Dallas finally managed to undo the knot, and reached for Lawson’s shirt with his other hand. “Can I?”

“Quickly.” Lawson likely didn’t make the task any easier by taking a hold of Dallas’ jaw and dipping in for more deep, drugging kisses, but he’d been patient enough. “I’m keeping you. Here. Tonight. We’ll discuss it further once I make it impossible for you to walk.”

Judging by the heat that flared in Dallas’ gaze, he had no issue with that plan. His hands were everywhere at once, fabric tearing as he shoved Lawson’s shirt up his torso and over his head. Dipping, he laid the flat of his tongue over Lawson’s right nipple and swirled around the areola before sucking it hard between his lips. When he lifted his head, he stretched the nipple with him before he let go with a slurping pop.

“Naughty sub.” Lawson pushed Dallas toward the sofa, catching his arm and twisting it behind him to force him onto his knees on the ledge. The position would remind the man that whether or not he remained completely in a submissive headspace, only one of them would hold the power. “I’d spank you, but I’m not playing with you anymore. I’m taking you. Hard and fast because it pleases me.” He bit the side of Dallas’ neck, a small repayment for his little overstep. “I won’t even tell you not to come. I don’t intend to give you a choice. Not even when you’re begging for it.”

Gripping the sofa back, Dallas looked over his shoulder, the sway of his back an open invitation for Lawson to ride him as rough as he wanted in this position. A question formed in his eyes, then turned into acceptance—not understanding. Whatever ambiguity he found in Lawson’s words was smoothed out by the knowledge that he didn’t need to comprehend. Only to obey, to please, and to take what he was given.

A side table drawer provided a condom and lube, and Lawson made quick work of prepping himself, only undoing his leathers, but leaving them on. Small reminders that the power exchange was still in play, if a bit loosely. The type of play he didn’t indulge in often because he tended to draw clearer lines for his subs. But he wanted them blurred with Dallas. The bit of space to push back, to test him, wouldn’t unbalance the man like it might others.

Besides, it was fucking hot to see how he reacted when the slack on his leash abruptly drew taut and brought him back to heel. All that strength, that edginess, that passion, bubbled to the surface like a bottle of champagne shaken until it was ready to blow.

Pressing against Dallas, Lawson didn’t slam into him, as much as he craved the feeling of all that snug heat surrounding him. He would go fast, but first he let Dallas feel the stretch, so very slowly, in a way his body would remember every time Lawson touched him from this point on. A languid claiming, enough to drive them both a little insane, but it was worth it to make this moment last.

Giving him even greater access, Dallas spread his arms wide, lowering his cheek to the sofa back and laying his shoulders along the cushions. The position raised his ass higher, showcasing the depths of his submission and desire to be anything and everything Lawson needed. At this angle, lines from the whip pulled at each other, plumping up in some places and turning fainter in others until the tableau morphed with each finite ripple of Dallas’ skin.

“Incredible.” Dallas breathed the word, prayer-like, his lids fluttering closed.

Clucking his tongue, Lawson drew out, then pressed back in, only letting the head of his cock beyond that tight ring, ignoring his own desperation as he worked on getting Dallas’ to the peak. “Is that all? I’ll need to work you up to something that convinces me you need this. But that’s all right, I have the most gorgeous visuals to drink in while you get there.”

Dallas hissed air between his teeth, ass clenching and flexing when he clearly tried to restrain himself from claiming more than he was given. His fingers grasped the leather cushions, making them shine with the sweat he left behind when his grip slipped. 

“You make them sing so sweet. It’s like you turned me into one of Danny’s guitars and every movement is plucking the bright strings of sensation you laid across my back.” The last few words were panted, ending in a groan. “More, please, sir.”

“No.” Lawson continued his torturous pace, bringing one hand to the back of Dallas’ shoulder and leaning in to whisper against his skin. “Where’s my fighter? Use my name, Dallas. I want to hear it. I want to know exactly how hard it is for you to accept that I could choose to give you nothing more than this and there’s not a fucking thing you could do about it.”

Nostrils flared, Dallas drew in an audible breath. Eyes open now, he craned his neck to meet Lawson’s gaze. The response was immediate, the change marked enough Lawson saw the less well honed edges of the man he’d once known. “You want it as much as I do, Lawson. Fuck. Me. Now.”

Lips curving, Lawson pressed in a little deeper. “I do. I also want you. Every bit of passion I know so well. I don’t want you just accepting what you can get. No matter what, it’s mine to give. As much or as little as I want. But if I can see those depths, I won’t be able to resist.” He barred his arm across Dallas’ chest, bending him back against him as he filled him completely, without warning, aligning their bodies together. He kissed Dallas over his shoulder. “Move with me. I never said you could hold back. And I don’t want you to.”

Kissing him back, Dallas chased Lawson’s mouth with his own, one hand to the back of Lawson’s head. Each thrust brought their lips and teeth together in a messy exchange of harsh breaths and heat. Fingers curved over Lawson’s forearm, Dallas’ blunt nails dug in as he used Lawson’s arm for leverage to do as he’d been invited. To slap their bodies together, skin against leather, with bruising force that nearly knocked them both back off the sofa.

Murmuring his approval between sharp inhales, Lawson kept his original promise, moving against Dallas with one purpose. His dick nudged against the other man’s prostate with each thrust, the stimulation shoving him closer and closer to speeding right off the cliff of his release. Bringing one hand down, Lawson took a hold of Dallas’ cock, stroking him to the rhythm of their bodies colliding.

This would be something Dallas would feel for a while, which would make him tender when Lawson took him again. And again. Gentler, maybe, but he’d meant what he said. He would put his all into making this last.

Grip slipping, Dallas lowered his hand. His back bowed, head tipped to one side so that Lawson saw the perfect oh of his expression. Eyes flying open, he gasped, hips stilling, quads vibrating with the tension that would propel his release. A deep inhale expelled on Lawson’s next thrust, along with Dallas’ shout.

“God, yes.” Lawson slammed in deep, holding himself there as he wrapped his arms around Dallas, pleasure rocking through to his core and leaving nothing behind but a trail of molten lava where his bones had once been. He somehow managed to remain solid enough not to tip both himself and Dallas to the floor, but there was a reason he’d wanted a soft surface. Lowering to the sofa, still held tight in Dallas’ body, he laid on his side to soak in the lingering bliss. “Mmm…fuck, you feel good. But don’t move, or I’ll issue one of those threats you’re so familiar with myself.”

A low chuckle vibrated from Dallas’ chest into Lawson’s arm. “If you left me capable of movement it’d be your own damned fault. But...” Voice sleepy and blissed out, Dallas trailed off for a moment. “Yeah. I think you’re safe.”

Smiling, Lawson pressed his lips to the back of Dallas’ neck. “That’s a good point. And I like being very thorough. I also like keeping my promises.” He nipped the curve between Dallas’ neck and his shoulder. “I guess walking to the bedroom would be a failure. I’ll just have to keep fucking you here until you’re incapable of even that. Then carry you so we can continue. I enjoy a well thought out plan.”

Outside the loft door, footsteps ran past, Jacks’ voice lifting with his gleeful cackle. “I told you what would happen if you invaded my kingdom, and tried to steal my goblin babies!” The footfalls receded, doors slamming. Dallas turned his head a little, clearly listening for the others, but they didn’t come. Almost as if Jacks chased a ghost.

“Sounds like you’re not the only one who has one.” The point of Dallas’ tongue flicked along Lawson’s forearm. “I think I prefer yours to rescuing goblin spawn.”

Lips thinning, Lawson sighed as he braced his head up on his hand to gaze down at Dallas. “My plans now include approving whatever budget Curtis needs to make this loft completely soundproof. I’m feeling a little greedy with your focus.” Even though his dick was very sensitive, he shifted his hips, letting Dallas feel his erection slowly hardening again inside him. “I wonder what I’ll have to do to get it back completely?”

Palm slapping to the leather sofa cushion, Dallas jerked like he might if Lawson had struck him with lightning and not a nudge to his prostate. “You never lost it, Lawson.” Rough with need, Dallas’ words came with a whisper of adoration. “Never will.”

“Good. I like hearing that. Very much.” Lawson bent in a bit to kiss Dallas, lowering his hand to the other man’s hip to guide him back into the lazy grind. “Because you’ll always have mine. Your place in my heart isn’t new, but it’s changed. I’ll be keeping how this feels, you right here with me, in there with everything else you’ve given me. All so fucking precious.”

Melting back into Lawson, Dallas matched his movements. Giving without reservation or hesitation. Respect, love, devotion. They were all right there at the surface. No words needed. If emotion was a tangible thing, Lawson would be able to pluck it from the ether. The way Dallas clung to him telling him everything he ever needed to know about how the man felt about him—had always felt about him. Perhaps just waiting for the right moment when Lawson was ready to go all in and make the bet Dallas had been laying out the cards for all along.

The goal of making it too difficult to walk was reached after the third time on the sofa, but almost ended up backfiring when carrying Dallas to bed showed Lawson his own body was beginning to feel the strain from the exertion. After laying the other man on the bed, he sat on the edge and gave him a wry grin.

Sore muscles and panting weren’t at all a part of his plan. “I might need a minute before I ravage you again.”

One brow lifted, Dallas regarded him with a dubious expression. “Ravage? Hm? Was Jacks handing out gummies with that costume?” He looked around the bedroom, like he’d misplaced something. “I’m going to need some heels and a wig.”

“Smartass.” Lawson grabbed the closest thing available, one of Reed’s plushies, and tossed it in Dallas’ general direction before stretching out on the bed. “I fully intend to fuck you through the mattress, but I need to recover from my badly timed attempt at romance.”

Rolling to one side, Dallas pillowed his head on his arm and reached out to rub his thumb across Lawson’s lower lip. “I’ll be here. Can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be at the moment.” He glanced down the length of Lawson’s body. “Except a few degrees south.”

“Mmm, yes, I think I’ll fit a shower into our schedule.” Lawson let out a soft laugh, bringing his hand up to cover the center of his chest. He was used to his quad seeing his scar, none of them reacted to it anymore, but not many of the rest of the Core got to see it usually. Already he’d shown enough weakness to a man he’d been gifted with such an exemplary display of submission from. He didn’t want to spoil the fantasy by showing more. “I could use that smart mouth for what I’ve heard it’s very good at.”

Dallas rose up on his elbow, leaning on his hand to stare down at Lawson. “Roll on your stomach if you like, and I’ll show you what I learned in massage school before I got kicked out six months in.”

Frowning, Lawson lifted his free hand to Dallas’ cheek. “I’m teasing, my man. Relax with me for a bit. I still want to enjoy my time with you, but this is about satisfying your needs. All of them. I don’t want you feeling like you have to shift your focus to taking care of me.”

“If I could pout like Pike I would.” Dallas rolled to his back to stare up at Lawson. “What makes you think that running my hands all over your body and making you moan with a different kind of pleasure isn’t the kind of fantasy I indulge in on the regular?” Trailing light fingertips down Lawson’s chest, Dallas didn’t hesitate to make his scar part of the normal landscape he enjoyed. “You’re gorgeous, and I would like to give that to you. Doesn’t have to be now. But whenever it would feel good. For you. Sir.”

Holding Dallas’ gaze, Lawson smiled and nodded. “I suppose, if you put it that way, I’ll allow it. But right now, this feels good. Go ahead and touch me, however you want to. It’s the type of fantasy that shouldn’t be too hard to fulfill while I regain enough strength to manage the others. I happen to be very good at multitasking.”

“At a great many things.” Dallas’ voice was husky as he rolled onto his side and sat up. 

He took his time looking his fill at every inch of Lawson’s body, his gaze lingering at the base of Lawson’s throat, his pecs, and abs. Then lower. Reverence shone in his expression, lending a radiance to his complexion. He reached out, skimming the backs of his fingers up the length of Lawson’s shaft, then teased around the head that was still sensitive from the repeated raw fucking.

Leaning over, Dallas teased him with a hot stream of breath, then soothed the soreness with the tip of his tongue in the gentlest licks and suckles. One hand on Lawson’s thigh, he massaged muscles that had gotten a damned good workout, digging in with his thumb. He hummed his approval as Lawson hardened for him, his free hand gripping at the base.

Briefly lifting his head, he met Lawson’s gaze. “You taste like Sunday morning on my tongue.”

Lawson chuckled, brushing his hand over Dallas’ hair, enjoying the lazy, relaxed bit of pleasure after having gotten the more carnal parts out of the way. Not that he minded something more intense, more unrestrained, but the intimacy of moments like this were some of his favorites. “I’d expect to taste like latex and lube, but that sounds much nicer. Thank you, my boy. For being here with me.”

A soft smile tipped up the corners of Dallas’ lips. “You could’ve had anyone here. Not a single sub would’ve felt anything but damned lucky to be chosen by you. Thank you for betting for me.” Sitting up a little, Dallas applied some of those massage therapy skills to the muscles in Lawson’s calves, using both hands as he left his dick pleasantly hard. “And for making this a night I’ll never forget, sir.”

“It’s my pleasure, pet.” Lawson settled into the thick pillows behind his head, letting his eyes drift shut, but careful not to fall asleep. At some point, he intended to have Dallas worn out enough to lay boneless and satisfied with him. With the man’s stamina, that might take some time.

That didn’t bother him in the least. There were times being part of The Asylum Core meant dealing with less enjoyable issues. Tonight was one to sink into the benefits. The closeness shared among men who’d connected for what this place stood for. A bond between them all that was tested far too often, but on nights like this?

Only got stronger.

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