Part 4

I look around the room, the flickering light casting waves of shadow across his smooth skin. The ribbon of cooled wax is surrounded by a faint redness, evidence of the effect on his skin when it landed. I will my dick to settle down as I shift on the bed, pushing him down onto his back again, his arm falling out to his side. He watches me, his blinks slow and even, and I think it makes me hotter than anything he’s done so far tonight.

I lean up onto my knees, swinging one leg over him and lowering myself down so I’m straddling his hips. His eyes flutter when my ass traps his cock between us, and I can feel it stretching and filling under me. I can’t help but rock a bit, encouraging it, which makes his mouth turn up a little at the corners. I smile at him.

“Put your arms out,” I motion with my head, careful not to spill the wax. The seconds before he responds stretch out slowly between us, but then he finally drags his arms up the bed so they’re straight out from his shoulders. He looks like a wanton angel, waiting for me.

“Higher,” I whisper. I can feel the buzz building in my body from getting him to respond to me, and it terrifies and excites me at the same time. It’s like walking on a tightrope.

He blinks once, then raises his arms and bends them, cupping his hands behind his head. It pushes his chest up a bit and I stare silently for a minute, memorizing his golden skin in my mind, watching as his nipples harden under my gaze.

I look into his eyes again, silently reading his challenge. I know he won’t tell me that I can do this, no matter how much has changed between us. I have to take it, to push him until he relents. He’ll let me take the lead - sometimes he’ll even make it clear he wants me to - but the fundamental dynamic of our relationship means he’s always the top, no matter whose dick is in whose ass. Or who’s holding the candle, as the case may be. So I do this carefully, knowing he may flip me over and fuck me senseless at any point. It’s part of the charm, actually.

The fingers of my right hand trail down the center of his chest, sweeping over the line of wax already there, its surface smooth under my fingertips. Holding the candle in my left hand, I look into his eyes, keeping him watching me as I tip the candle quickly again.

He hisses, his eyes blinking fast. I see a flush of colour starting in his neck.

I look down at his chest and the wax is hardening into a little line, closer to his nipple than the first one. I do it again, the drips dropping one by one now that I’ve used up all the melted wax. He flinches with each drop and the heat builds inside my stomach, curling itself around my waist, up my spine. I feel as though each drop burns me more than it burns him, and I can’t seem to get enough air into my lungs. I feel balanced precariously, this edge between building his desire and pushing him too far.

I hold onto the candle carefully as I lean down and capture his nipple in my mouth. It makes me moan when he arches into me, the muscles in his arms tensing. I lick his nipple slowly, pressing into the bud with my tongue, flicking it softly. He tastes like heat and sweat and desire. His cock twitches under me, the rest of his body tightly controlled. I inhale the scent of him, circling with my tongue one more time before I sit up.

I watch his face as I pour the newly melted wax where I’ve just licked. He jerks again and his eyes close, but he doesn’t say anything. I watch the wax become opaque and see the skin surrounding it pucker tighter. His eyes are still closed, but his mouth is open now. I rub the hardening wax with my finger, spreading it thinner. He breathes out slowly.

I shift lower on his body and he opens his eyes, watching me. I bite my lip as I look into his darkening eyes. I realize I’ve never asked him if he knows that his eyes turn a darker shade of green when he’s aroused. I can always tell how far gone he is by how dark they get. Right now they’re so dark the green has almost disappeared completely.

I trail some wax down the centre of his chest, the liquid rolling over itself and cascading down to his belly. He gasps and I see his hands clench on the back of his head. I do it again quickly and his body arches up off the bed. My cock drips on his leg as my head swims. Something about him writhing, moving his body this way - whether in pleasure or pain, I don’t know if I care right now - floods me with a rush so strong I have to moan.

I keep moving, scrambling lower, straddling his knees. His hands come from behind his head, getting close enough to stop me, but I soothe him with long, soft strokes down his chest and he relaxes - a little.

He groans when I lean up and take his other nipple into my mouth. I lick lower, trying to keep the candle level so it doesn’t spill on him but when he flinches I look up and realize I’ve tipped it accidentally. His hands are both at his sides now, his fingers curled into fists. Easy, Justin. Don’t blow this.

I position myself so I can reach his cock and he watches me, knowing what I’m doing, his eyes lidded and wary. He’s breathtaking. I have to stop for a moment, letting the lines of his body, the tight curl of his fingers, the sound of his breath burn into my memory; to be stored along with a million other erotic images of him, of us, of our life together.

I reach over to the night table, setting the candle back in its holder. He keeps watching me, his face registering a trace of surprise that I’m stopping. For now. I smile at him, letting him think I’m done. I feel him breathe more deeply, some of the tension leaving his body.

He lets out a breathy grunt as my mouth closes over the head of his cock, his hands coming to the back of my head gently. His dick is so hard, so perfectly smooth in my mouth that I suck it hungrily, hollowing my cheeks to pull it deeper. I’m rewarded with a low moan, his hands kneading my head softly. I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of the taste of him, the feel of this. I doubt it.

I suck him skillfully, knowing exactly what he likes. I feel his hips start to lift off the bed, his need growing in the tightening of his muscles, the sound of his breathing. My hands wander up his body, skimming his chest, tweaking his nipple. He grunts again, his fingers pressing harder into the back of my head.

My fingers find the line of wax beside his other nipple, and I suck softly as my fingernail finds the edge of it. His moan starts as I pull slowly, turning into a gasp as the wax peels away from his skin. I pull off his dick, looking up at him. He lifts his head to look down at me, his eyes almost black.

I reach my tongue out to the tip of his leaking cock as I find the edge of the next piece of wax – the one resting directly on top of his nipple. We’re still staring at each other, and his eyes narrow with anticipation, challenging me again. I lick his cock as I pull, the slow lift of the wax making his nipple into a hard pebble, the tiny buds around it stiffening into small peaks. I yank suddenly, pulling the rest off fast. He jerks, his cock jumping underneath my tongue, his moan echoing in my ears.

I know I’ve taken a little hair with the wax, but I know he’ll live. I climb up his body, my mouth finding the sensitive skin I’ve just exposed. He groans as I lick his nipple slowly, lapping it softly until the hard nub beckons and I flick it with my tongue before biting down.

“Fuck! Justin…”

His voice is rough and the sound prickles up the back of my neck. I can feel his cock pulsing under me as I suck his nipple hard, his hands pressing into my lower back, pushing me into him. I line our cocks up and circle my hips, his hands holding me, guiding me. We’re both wet and hard and I want to stay like this forever.

I climb higher, my mouth finding his and he kisses me back aggressively. I lose myself in the kiss for a minute, my moans mixing with his and the feel of his body under me making me dizzy. I pull away, catching my breath. His lips are swollen and his eyes are so hungry I can’t look away.

“Turn over.” I whisper.

He just looks at me, gauging what I’m going to do. He shakes his head slightly. I kiss him softly, nuzzling his face with my nose. I say it again.

“Please, Brian. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do…,” I promise. I roll off him, my hands trailing down his smooth body, stopping at his wrist and pulling him towards me. He complies, slowly, his dark eyes staring at me as he rolls onto his stomach. He settles his arms under the pillow, his head facing me, watching to be sure he knows what I’m doing.

I breathe deeply as I run my fingers over his spine, the curve of his ass, the muscles of his thigh. I litter kisses down his back, my hair tickling him as I move my face from spot to spot.

I reach for the candle again, his eyes on me. I lift the candle over his back and when he can’t see it anymore he closes his eyes. I’m not sure if it’s submission, or concentration, or something else entirely, but it makes my dick ache. The twitch of his body when the wax lands makes me hold my breath, everything going into slow motion as I trail it lower on his back, the deepening arch of his spine the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I move between his legs, pushing them apart with my knees. His muscles are tense, tight, and he doesn’t part his legs easily, but I don’t give up easily either. When he relents, I kiss the inside of his thigh, his breath speeding up as I move closer to his ass. I can’t decide between dropping the wax and kissing him, so I do both. I paint a circle of wax drops around his lower back as I mimic the motion with my tongue, licking a wide circle across both cheeks, over the top of his thighs. As the wax falls, his back arches and his ass pushes higher, which I know he hates, but he can’t stop.

I keep circling with my tongue, making each circle smaller and smaller until I’m so close that I know he can practically feel it. I keep doing it, letting his arching back open him for me, my knees pushing against his thighs to spread his legs wider. He fights it, his legs pressing against mine hard, trying to keep his body from splaying this way for me.

I stop licking, his displeased grunt bringing a smile to my face. I feel the power rush through me, the desire to make him mindless with pleasure so strong I pause to let it flood me. God, I know why he loves to dominate me, it’s such a rush.

I slide one hand under his body, brushing my thumb across his perineum as I cup his balls. He lifts for me, giving me better access, and I roll them in my hand, squeezing and tugging gently. I know he loves it, as much as he hates being this exposed, this vulnerable to me. But with this many years of making love to him, sometimes I can play my cards right, can bring out the hedonist in him over the protective instinct, and he picks pleasure over invulnerability, even against his better judgment.

Strangely, it often works after he’s dominated me – something about me letting him take such control, giving him the gift of my submission, makes him feel safer. It’s the emotional intimacy of playing this way that binds us, connects us on a deeper level than regular sex. The challenge is being able to pull myself out of subspace so that I can take advantage of the opportunity. I can never do it if we’ve played intensely, I’m way too far gone. But when we’ve played like tonight, where my submission wasn’t as deep – these are the times I can often turn the tables and sneak up on him. He’s usually coming in my hand before he even realizes we’ve gone this far.

I turn my attention back to his body, and smile when he grunts at my tug on his balls. I love the noises he makes in bed. The longer we’ve been together, the freer he has been about voicing his pleasure, and I revel in every noise I coax out of him.

I look back at the candle, a large pool of wax brimming at the top. I fondle his balls softly as I tip it, holding it high so the wax that hits his skin won’t be as hot. He jerks hard, his gasp loud and raw as the wax lands right above the crack of ass, small ribbons of it rolling down into his lower back.

“Justin…” he warns, his voice muffled by the pillow. He lifts his head, starting to turn over. I push him down with my hand.

“Shhh,” I soothe, my hand rubbing his ass. “I won’t, don’t worry.”

“You’d better fucking not.”

I smile at his warning as he settles back down. I won’t hurt him, I’m not stupid. But I can play with the sensations, swing him between them as I wind him higher.

“So hot, Brian.” I push my knees a little wider, leaning down to kiss his back. He grunts noncommittally as I move my hand back to his balls, sliding under him to the base of his cock. It turns into a soft moan as I slide up the shaft, slicking him with his own wetness.

I balance the candle carefully as I lean my head lower, my tongue reaching as far between his legs as I can go, sliding up slowly. I see his head roll to the side, hear his breathing increase. I do it again, my long swath filling me with his taste, his scent. I’m seriously fucking horny now. I resist the urge to bury my face. He’s going to come to me, not the other way around.

I keep licking, one hand fondling his balls as the other holds the candle steady. When I let the wax fall again, his curse makes me smile as his ass pushes into me. It brings my tongue into contact with his hole for a brief second and I hear his moan. I don’t follow him when his hips lower down, which means my tongue is more on the outside of his crack than the inside. I can hear the frustration in his breath, but he stays where he is.

We do it again, and his hips stay raised for a second longer, my tongue slicking his hole slowly. I think it’s me that moans this time. Come on, Brian, give it to me, please…

I let go of his balls, the strain from balancing too much for me to continue. And I want to be sure the wax only falls when and where I want it to. I brace myself on my elbow between his legs, sliding my body so I’m laying between them. It makes my dick brush the bed, which reminds me how hard I am. I can’t resist grinding into the soft sheets for a minute, the pleasure from the friction so sweet it makes my eyes water. I’m not sure if Brian’s up for me fucking him tonight, but the thought of his tight ass clenching down on me is so intoxicating I moan.

Keeping my face where it is, I lower the candle to his ass. I drip one small drop on his cheek and he hisses. It becomes a moan as I lick him deeper, pushing my tongue harder. I drip another at the very top of his thigh and he swears. I know this skin is so sensitive I have to be careful not to burn him, not to mention that I’m going to pull all the hair off his leg when I remove it. I move back to his ass, higher this time, dropping it right at his tailbone. He arches into my mouth, but this time he doesn’t move. I lap him hungrily, my wet mouth sucking at his skin, my saliva running down his crack. He finally lets go, his hips pushing up hard and his legs spreading wider. I bury myself, stopping only long enough to blow out the candle and dump the remaining wax on his arched back. Then I use both hands to pull him wide, diving in like a drowning man. I fuck him with my tongue, his hole quivering around me. I spear him again, wiggling my tongue inside him as deeply as I can, needing his taste all over me, inside me.

I don’t notice his hands moving, but then he’s pulling his knees up, shifting his weight onto his arms. I follow him, my hands holding his ass as I suck at him, nibble him. He’s groaning, his shifted position giving him more leverage, which he uses to push into me hard. I push back, my face pressed tight against him. I can’t get close enough. I have to touch him, so my hands wander over his ass, onto his back. I feel all the hardened wax and I start pulling, scraping bits off with my fingers. It’s like suction cups on his skin and he jerks a bit as each one pulls off, my hands tossing them onto the bed as my tongue keeps fucking him. My stubble scrapes his skin and I know he’ll be red, but I can’t stop grinding my face deeper into him.

I pull up for air, my chest heaving. His movements still when I pull away, but I run my hands back over his ass, my thumbs rubbing his crack. He’s soaking wet and it makes me so hard, and before I can even think I’m rolling a condom on and slicking my cock. He hasn’t moved, his head buried in his arms and his ass raised right in front of me. I rub him once more with my thumb and then position my cock against the wetness, pushing forward.

We both groan as I push into him, and I know I should go slower and give him time to adjust but I can’t, so I breach him in one long push. It probably hurts him, but I move out slowly and start the in-stroke smoothly. The heat on my dick is so intense I bite my lip and force myself not to ram him, but when I hear his relaxing breath on the third stroke I can’t help it anymore. I hold his hips as I slam forward, my hips snapping into him with their own rhythm. He grunts from the impact, but he meets my thrusts with his own, and then we’re gone, the force of the fuck taking over and carrying us away with it.

I lean up, my hands wandering his body as I fuck him hard, yanking the remaining bits of wax off his skin. I scratch my nails down his back, raking over the sensitive skin, needing to mark him as I fuck him. My sweat falls onto his back, and I lean forward to bite his shoulder. I suck the skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder and the shudder of his body makes me groan. I’m not going to last, so I reach under him, my hand closing over his cock. It’s hot and wet and feels like it could burst, so I stroke him quickly, my thumb pressing under the head and eliciting a moan. I know he’s going to come, so I speed up my hand, bringing him to the end before I fall off the cliff.

He groans as he comes in my hand, hot spurts soaking the bed and my fingers. I keep pumping him as he empties, my own balls lifting and tightening as I feel my orgasm speeding up on me. I cry out his name as the pleasure pushes me over the edge, black spots flashing behind my eyes from squeezing them so tightly shut.

I collapse on his back, my heart pounding in my ears. I’m not sure if I survived it, but what a way to go…

I feel him shift under me, so I roll off him. We lay on the bed, spent, for a few minutes in silence, only the flickering light of the candles in the room. I curl over to him, my hand running down his chest, my face close to his ear.

“So do I get to open my present now?”

He laughs.

“You just did.”

I swat him as I laugh. “As fine as your ass is, there’s no way that’s my birthday present. And you know it.” I look over at the small box, the grosgrain ribbon shining in the candlelight.

He opens his eyes and looks at me, his arm coming around my shoulders. He presses his warm lips into my ear.

“First we’re going to have a shower.” I shudder as he licks my ear. “Then you’re going to rub my favorite massage oil into my skin to make sure there are no marks left from your little foray into wax play.” I smile.

“Then since you’ll be horny - ”

I look at him, shaking my head. “Hey, what makes you think I’ll be horny!”

He just looks at me, grinning softly. “It’s the massage oil you really like. The one that smells like rosemary and mint.” He looks down at his body. I laugh. He’s right.

“So, since you’ll be horny, I’ll blow the birthday boy. Then you can open your present.”

I snuggle closer to him, wrapping my arm around his chest. “Sounds like a perfect birthday to me.”

End