"Good boy."

Charles whined, spreading his own legs further apart to pull him in deeper, ashamed at his own physical response, but not too ashamed to fight it.

So what if he was turning into a puddle of goo over an older man calling him 'good boy' when he had never really known his own father.

So what? 

There were worse things he could do, Charles knew. He had done worse things more than once.

"Say it again..." he pleaded, eyes closed.

"Good boy. Be good for me, pretty little dove..."

"Ah! Oh, God - "

He was so thick. Even just the tip of his cock filled him wonderfully - thicker than Hunter, throbbing inside him.

Amos placed his index finger against his bottom lip and Charles opened his mouth without hesitation, taking it in between his soft lips and sucking on it.

It was so good. Amos gave him another finger and Charles felt them warm and thick in his mouth, started moving up and down on his cock, thighs straining. He barely knew what his body was doing any more.

Amos thrust up into him at a new angle and Charles gasped -

"Ah! Ah ah ah - " as he took him harder, hitting his sweet spot.

Smiling a slow cat-that-got-the-cream kind of smile he pulled his fingers from Charles's mouth, wrapping the spit-slick hand around his bobbing cock. 

He stroked him languidly, squeezing the base just enough to make him shudder and whimper.

"Please - "

"Can you hold off? Wait for my command?"

Charles didn't know if he could - he felt so far gone already - but he nodded.

"When you look like that..." Amos murmured, his rough voice going straight to the smaller man's groin, making his head spin,

"You make me want to fuck you hard and come deep inside you. Do you have any idea what you look like? Turn your head, there, dove."

And Charles turned where he directed, looked over through the still-open door to the bathroom, straight into the big mirror over the sink.

He could see them both on the couch. His own milky-pale, smooth back with it's long serpentine spine, Amos seated under him.

His round bottom, spread open over -

Charles blushed even harder, could see the flush creeping out over his neck and shoulders, standing out against his skin and then Amos was gripping his waist, pushing himself deeper inside and he could feel it and he could see it -

"Oh God," he moaned, clenching.

Amos groaned, pressing Charles down as he thrust his hips up against him.

"Oh God Amos, please just take me - take me harder, please, fuck me - "

He was babbling and if it had been with Hunter he would have gotten a sharp reprimand for being needy and demanding, but Amos just kissed him, deep and sweet, arms wrapping around him to pull their chests flush.

"Greedy, aren't you?" His voice sounded strained.

"Yes," Charles whined. "Yes, I am, please, please, give it to me - "

Amos groaned, thrusting up into him harder, to the hilt, stretching him, his grip on his hips firm and steadying.

"Hold on," he told him, eyes burning.

Finally he flipped them over, pushing Charles down into the black leather, covering his long slender body with his own broad, muscled one.

It was intense to get done like this, face to face, close enough for their breaths to mingle, Charles letting out hoarse, broken sounds and Amos kissing him again, drinking them down.

He fucked him slow and deep, ignoring Charles's weeping cock now, ignoring his incoherent begging.

It was staring to overwhelm him in a good way, staring to send him under.

The sweet drag across his rim - he wasn't sure what felt better, Amos pushing in or pulling out, the rhythm that made him lose himself completely, electrifying jolts shooting though him ever time the head of Amos's cock brushed his prostate.

When the other man adjusted his angle and started hitting it square on with every thrust, the bursts of pleasure became so intense they almost hurt.

Charles felt his eyes fill and overflow, tears spilling down his face...

Amos slowed his deep thrusts, thumb stroking across the blond's wet cheek.

"Colour?" he rumbled.

"G-Green... I'm s-sorry, it just feels so - ah! - s-so good..."

Amos smiled then, a radiant flash of white teeth that lit up his face for a moment.

Charles's heart skipped a beat - he couldn't help but think Amos looked very handsome when he smiled - and much less scary than he did wearing his usual grim expression. 

The bar owner leaned down and kissed him deeply, thrusting his hips all the way in and grinding against him, making Charles moan into the kiss, eyes rolling back.

God, how was he supposed to last like this?

Amos could do whatever he wanted to him, Charles thought. Anything, as long as he would just keep fucking him like this.

"I want you so bad, everywhere..." His voice was a whisper, an exhalation, eyes closed.

"Hah - Oh - everywhere - on my skin, in my mouth, ah, inside me...please. Please, don't stop..."

Charles felt himself slipping under, succumbing to that hypnotic gaze, the sweet pressure building low in his belly, aching, steady and insistent.

He never wanted it to end. Usually, it built up quickly, and then he just tried to chase his climax, reach that intense burst of pleasure -

But this sweet agony was too good to chase. It rolled over him in waves. Charles didn't endure Amos teasing him, pulling him back from the brim with a firm hand around the base of his dick - he basked in it.

He was floating, uncertain of time passing, safe and reduced to a moaning, blissed-out mess, writing against the larger man.

Snippets of words murmured in his ear, making him even hotter.

"That's right baby, my dove, you look so damn gorgeous right now - On my cock and loving it... "

And then, before he could comprehend what was happening, before he could open his mouth to do more than whine - he was coming and he couldn't halt it if he tried -

"Ah, ngh, aaaahhhn...!!!"

But he didn't have permission, had no self-control, could never manage to hold back -

His orgasm hit him hard, wringing him out and dragging him back to his body from that floating, blissful high.

Charles sighed, more content than he could remember being.

Then he recalled that he had disobeyed Amos, after promising to wait for his command. 

And that he had just come all over his expensive shirt. 

The other man had stopped moving inside him. His dark eyes were unreadable, face blank.

"Oh my God," Charles whimpered, coming back to himself, voice high and scared. "I'm so sorry - I don't know what happened - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disobey you - "

Some of it seemed to have even shot up onto his chin - Charles had been really pent up... No, no, what was he going to do to him now? His breathing sped up and he started trembling beneath him. 

Amos's warm palm cupped his cheek and he kissed Charles's babbling mouth.

"Stop."

Charles shut his mouth immediately. The older man's broad hands were on his skin, stroking, reassuring. He felt less afraid but still tense, staring up with wide, pleading eyes...

"You were magnificent. I would never chastise you when you clearly did your best - that climax took you by surprise, didn't it? You haven't upset me, beautiful."

Beautiful. The endearments still sent little pleasurable tingles through him. Charles shivered. 

"Telling you not to come and making it impossible for you to obey? That's not what I'm like."

He held him gently, running firm, soothing hands over him.

"I'll only give you tasks you can do, and when you're successful, I'll reward you. I will only punish you if you disobey me on purpose. I can promise you that."

Amos looked deep into his eyes, expression serious. 

"You know, punishment isn't a necessary part of - " he waved a hand between them, "this. We can do other things. But if you want me to punish you...I could make sure it was far more pleasurable than painful. I get the sense that's not something you've always been able to rely on."

Charles believed him. Hunter would have been so mad...

Amos took care of everything, in perfect control, and yet he never raised his voice, giving kind, firm commands that undid him into a boneless, dripping mess even now. He whimpered, body relaxing. 

A large hand stroked his face and Amos leaned down to kiss his neck, lick the hollow of his throat, tongue wet and hot.

"Ngh...mhm..."

Charles whimpered again, angling his head to give Amos better access. He could feel everything now, oversensitivity kicking in. His thighs were beginning to ache from the strain but he held still, expecting the bigger man to start moving inside him again. 

But Amos eased his still stiff cock out of him, still sucking at his collarbone.

He pulled off the condom, tossed it to the side, and wrapped a hand around himself, mouth hot against Charles's neck.

"What..." the younger man said, bewildered. "You could have - "

"That would have been too much for you, dove," he rumbled into his ear, trailing the head of his cock over Charles's stomach. 

"From one look at you, I can see it would be too much."

Charles stared up at the man above him. He heard the slick slapping sounds and squirmed. His come was all over Amos's expensive Italian shirt.

God, he loved a man in a suit. Men in suits might be his thing.

Still riding an endorphine-high from his orgasm, Charles realized that wanted to do something more for Amos. Make him feel as good as he had Charles - and he missed Amos's fingers in his mouth -

Feeling bold, he bit his lip.

"Wait," he whispered, placing a weak hand on the other man's broad chest.

"Please, may I..."

Amos raised an eyebrow, his hand slowing. He leaned closer, speaking right into Charles's ear with that voice, a hint of stubble scratching his skin. 

"Speak up, baby boy."

Charles's whole body shuddered. "Please, I want you in my mouth. Please, may I...?"

Amos groaned. Then his weight pressing down on Charles was gone and he was sitting back against the couch cushions again, chest heaving, thighs spread and straining against the fabric of his trousers, muscles bulging.

His cock rose between his legs, long and proud, head dark with blood and and glistening with pre-come.

Charles's mouth watered at the sight.

Sliding to the floor he settled between those powerful thighs, leaning forward to inhale. The smell of clean sex, musky, warm, and delicious filled his nostrils.

He liked it - liked the smell of sex and the feeling of being used, being good, of life being simple for a few moments -

"I want to know how you taste..." he whispered demurely, licking a long, hot stripe up the underside of Amos's dick. 

He loved sucking cock.

Diving in, too eager to contain himself, he slid his lips over the hot, big head, straining to fit (he had a small mouth - it was only ever a problem in situations like this) and looked up through his golden lashes at Amos.

"Would you look at that..." he murmured, slipping his fingers into the blond's hair so that he could direct his movements. 

"So greedy for it. You like this, don't you?"

Charles moaned around his mouthful, saliva slick around his lips, and started moving his head, jaw already straining.

He wrapped his hand around the base and started moving it in tandem, elegant fingers strong and nimble.

He was good at this. He was good.

Amos's hands carded though his hair, not saying anything more, just encouraging him with small grunts and low, quiet moans. He gripped his hair lightly, but his voice was warm and affectionate. He allowed Charles to set the pace for now, to please him.

Let him suck on his cock as if it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

Kneeling like this, Charles could feel himself clenching around nothing, his hole soft and tender. He dug his nails into Amos's hard thighs, moaning around his mouthful.

The hand in his hair dragged his head back and made him look up. His eyes were filling with tears again, vision blurry. 

"I'm going to come down your throat if you keep doing that," Amos warned him.

Charles moaned again.

Please, he thought, mouth full, eyes pleading. Yes, please.

Amos groaned, releasing him and thrusting up lightly into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, pushing past the resistance there, down.

Charles relaxed, holding still, repressing his gag reflex. 

It was impossible to breathe with something so deep down his throat and he was getting lightheaded but felt giddy. 

Earlier, he had forgotten himself, but now he was being good for Amos. Charles swallowed once, twice, hearing the other man's breath catch.

Amos thrust up hard, fast, and Charles felt him throb - growing impossible bigger - and groan. He pulled back at the last moment, spilling most of his spunk into the younger man's mouth, filling it. 

It was a lot.

Charles looked up through teary eyes and swallowed. 

Amos stared down at him, letting out a shuddering breath and a disbelieving chuckle, his face shining with sweat. 

Good. 

Charles felt - and knew he looked - a mess. It was satisfying to see that Amos was affected by him too. 

He licked his lips, gave Amos's slowly softening cock a kitten lick and swallowed again, savouring the taste.

Somehow he doubted that Amos smoked. He didn't taste bitter - musky, but with an almost sweet edge. Charles decided that he liked it.

His throat and jaw ached, knees sore from kneeling. Both his lips and ass were soft and slick, used.

He rested at the bar owner's feet, spent and content, leaned his head against his leg and closed his eyes.

A large hand - surprisingly soft and gentle - came to rest on top of his head. 

"You're pretty trusting," Amos said, petting Charles's hair.

The blond sighed, happy, leaning into the touch. "You seem trust-worthy... You looked after me earlier... And you never made a move on me until I - um - asked."

Charles rested there, not wanting to move, barely feeling the hardwood floor under his knees.

"Do you want me to call you a taxi?"

The blond shook his head. He was suddenly so sleepy. All he wanted was to stay close to Amos's warm body.

"Pretty little thing. Come up here."

Charles couldn't help it - he preened a little at the praise, too happy to be embarrassed. Amos didn't seem to mind. 

Instead he gently pulled him up onto the couch and moved over so that the younger man could curl up with his head on his thigh, and started stroking along his back instead, over his ribs and shoulder blades, his touch warm and slow. Charles sighed, fucked out and relaxed. 

This is nice.

"Are you cold? Thirsty?"

He curled up closer to Amos, letting his broad arm drape over him. 

"...'M good..."

"...Do you want to sleep at my place tonight? I did say I wouldn't leave you alone if that's what you wanted."

There was a slight smile in Amos's tone, but it was kind and teasing, his thumb still rubbing soothing circles along his spine.

Charles stilled. Did he want to? When he thought about it - cast about inside his mind - there was really only one answer.

"Please," he replied, seeing the older man smile as he begged prettily and turned to nuzzle into his touch.

He would enjoy this night for as long as he was allowed to.

Tomorrow, his buzz would be gone, the afterglow would fade, and all of his problems and secrets would catch up with him. There would be consequences to face.

But for tonight...

"Please take me anywhere."