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Kerry's need.
He pinched one nipple, tugged it hard. loving how he
could feel the sensations around his cock. His boy was
so sexy, so needy, and it increased his own need.
"Harder." Kerry braced himself on the table, leaned
back into his arms.
He pushed his feet against the floor and humped up
hard.
"Yes..." Kerry grimaced, body shaking hard.
"You ready, boy?" He got a hand around Kerry's
prick.
"Yes. Yes, sir. Please."
"Then come for me, boy." He squeezed Kerry's prick
hard.
Spunk sprayed over his fingers, Kerry's eyes rolling.
He moaned loudly as Kerry's ass squeezed down hard
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around him. Bellamy let himself go, let himself fuck that
tight little hole, his lover's face the only thing he could
see. When Kerry's eyes focussed again, looking right at
him, he came, filling the condom.
Kerry leaned in, offered him a soft kiss, humming
against his lips. He wrapped his arms around his boy,
holding on as the kiss continued. He loved this man,
loved him. Kerry chuckled softly, the sound pushed into
his lips.
He hummed and pulled back just a touch, smiling
into his boy's eyes. "Look at you."
"What?" Kerry pinked. "We should clean up. Our
food is coming."
"You're stunning, that's what. And we should." He
took a moment, though, before he pulled out of Kerry, to
kiss his boy one more time.
Kerry hummed, kissed him back. When their lips
parted, he carefully lifted Kerry from his lap, moaning at
the loss of that tight sheath around his prick. Kerry
cleaned him up with tissues, cleaned them both up and
disappeared to the toilet to dispose of the condom.
Bellamy watched him go; that was his whole world
there.
Their food came, was eased onto the table.
"Thank you, Happy."
"You're welcome, Master Bellamy." Happy beamed
at him. "Congratulations."
He raised an eyebrow and worked very hard not to
blush. Happy bounced away, seemingly unembarrassed,
unashamed, singing. He chuckled. His Hammer family
was happy for him and Kerry. It felt good.
His boy came out of the bathroom, smiling, cheeks
pink. He beamed at Kerry, held out his hand to his boy.
Kerry came to him, slid in next to him.
"It smells good."
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"Mmm. So do you. Smell like mine." His cock
jumped a little, even as satisfied as he was, at the
pleased shock in Kerry's eyes.
He stroked his hand through Kerry's hair. "Let me
feed you, boy."
Kerry arched, bowing under the touch. He moaned,
low in his throat. They should have done this at home.
He tugged Kerry close, burying his nose in his boy's
throat.
"Mmm. Love." Kerry's hand stroked his hair.
"I think we should go home."
"But your favorite..."
"Is in my arms, and we need our privacy."
Kerry's eyes filled with tears. "Master."
"What's the matter boy?" He brushed the tears from
Kerry's cheeks.
"Nothing." Kerry's smile was radiant. "I'm ready."
Bellamy beamed again, cupping Kerry's cheeks and
bringing him in for another kiss, this one soft, intense.
"I'm so glad, Kerry."
"Oh, I am, too. My Bel."
"Come on." He waved at Happy as the boy went by
with a tray of drinks. "I'm afraid we can't stay. Could
you make sure someone in the back enjoys our food,
please? We haven't touched it."
"Do you want to go boxes?"
"No, that's okay, Happy. Let someone have it fresh."
He stood, putting Kerry on his feet. "We need to go
home."
"Yes, Master." The words were soft, but he heard
them.
He took Kerry's hand and headed out, headed home.
Kerry's hand was damp, warm in his.
Just right.
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***
The drive to the house was quiet, the air humming
between them. Kerry was stunned. Simply stunned.
His Master. Bellamy was his Master.
Bellamy reached for him and squeezed his thigh.
"Penny for them."
"I just... That was an unexpected end of the work
day." Good, but unexpected.
Bel nodded. "We needed to talk about the elephant in
the relationship, though. And I thought you might be
more comfortable doing it at the club instead of in your
home."
"We did. I... I almost want to apologize, for not being
strong enough."
"No apologies are necessary, love. You were
protecting yourself."
"I just... I love you." More than that, Bellamy was his
best friend.
He got that warm smile he loved so much and that
he'd never seen Bellamy give to anyone else. "And I
love you, Kerry. You make my life whole."
That made it the easiest thing to squeeze Bel's hand.
Bel parked in front of the house, and they got out,
went up hand in hand. He closed the door behind them,
locked it.
"Mmm. There we are. This is what we needed."
"Home. Yes." He nodded and stepped closer. "My
Bel."
"My Kerry. My boy." Bel's voice had a little growl
that settled in his balls. One big hand wrapped around
his ass and pulled him up against the solid body.
"Yours." His body shook, he wanted so much.
Bel lifted him off his feet and pressed him up against
the door, mouth descending on his. Oh, God. God. So
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strong. His Bel was so strong. The kiss deepened, and
Bel pressed against him, prick hot against his belly.
Kerry moaned, caught in this unexpected passion, this
heat.
"My little stud. I want you. I want to do wicked
things to you."
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