happy smutsgiving
Nov. 27th, 2008 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maculategiraffeHappy Thanksgiving, Americans and others! I am American, and I am thankful for everybody who reads and comments on my work. I am sure to express those thanks in more specific depth eventually, when the time, which has gotten severely away from me at the moment (I'm supposed to be boiling the cranberries right now, and I'm not at all sure veggie broth works the same as chicken broth for this stuffing) gets back under my heel where it belongs. Also when I'm not totally voiceless with laryngitis, damn the luck (and on Thanksgiving with nineteen LOUD relatives-- I'll be lucky if I can get the rolls passed to me).
Anyways. This occurs on the night following this morning (oh, and if you didn't read that last one before for worry about spoilers, you can read it now!).
Mona finished the chapter of the novel that she’d been reading out loud, and Lee, who had been curled up next to her and peering at the book with a furrowed brow, sighed softly as she closed it.
“You like that book, Lee?” Andrei asked him, and Lee looked up, obviously surprised and a little disconcerted to be directly addressed, and answered meekly, “Yes, master.”
“Maybe you should read for us tomorrow night,” Mona suggested. “You’ve got such a nice voice, Lee.”
The color drained from Lee’s face as he looked up at Andrei, who said quickly, distressed at the boy‘s pallor, “But you don‘t have to if you don‘t want to.”
“Oh, sweetie!” said Mona, pulling Lee closer. “I’m sorry. Here you just walked in the door, and I’m already trying to rope you into doing my job.”
“It’s not-- I just--” said Lee, and looked up at Andrei again, as if for permission to continue. Andrei nodded encouragingly. “I don’t-- I’m sorry, master-- I don’t read very well.”
“That’s all right, honey,” said Andrei, and Lee seemed to relax a little. “Are you ready for bed, or is there anything you need first? Anything to eat or drink?”
Lee smiled a little at that, and said, “Not unless it please you, master.”
“You have the freedom of the house,” said Andrei, “so if you get hungry or thirsty in the night, or if there’s anything else you need, you’re at liberty to get up and get it.”
“And if you can’t find it,” Mona added, beaming on Lee, “or if you don’t want to go wandering around by yourself in this gigantic house, come get me, and I’ll go with you. I have tons of gossip to fill you in on about our master, anyway.”
Lee looked at Andrei again, and seemed relieved to see Andrei was smiling. Andrei wasn’t enjoying the feeling of being the bogeyman, even though Holden had warned him Lee would need a little time to settle in and start trusting him instinctively as well as intellectually. He hadn’t had to go through this with Mona; she’d bounced into his home with joy and assurance, cleaving perfectly to protocol without seeming the least bit afraid of Andrei, and generally making him feel relieved that one of them, at least, knew what she was doing.
Now Lee’s shyness and fear and palpable fragility were making Andrei feel like a hulking menace, while Lee’s beauty and grace and sweetness and general desirability made him feel like a pimply, sweaty-palmed thirteen-year-old with his first crush. Between the two sensations, Andrei was particularly grateful for Mona at the moment. For someone who didn‘t even own herself, Mona had an amazing amount of self-possession.
“Master,” she was saying now, “you already showed him his bedroom, right? Did you show him where mine was? And yours?”
“Yes,” Andrei answered, noting that Lee seemed nervous at the talk of bedrooms.
“Let’s show him again,” said Mona. “Shall we? It’s probably going to take awhile before you learn your way around this house on your own, Lee. It’s the master’s ancestral home, you know-- that’s why it’s so big. It’s probably best if you come grab me before you try to find your way around, at first. I can show you all the shortcuts to the kitchen. He’s not kidding about grabbing yourself something to eat whenever you like, you know. That’s why I’m so fat.”
Lee looked at Mona, and blinked, and smiled, and said, “You aren’t fat.”
“Compared to you, I am,” said Mona. “I’d say I’d fatten you up, but I’ve been trying that with him for years, and no luck. Anyway, are we all ready for bed?”
She slipped one hand into Lee’s, tugged him gently to his feet-- his automatic hunched, head-down posture worried Andrei-- and led him over to Andrei, whose hand she took with her free hand.
“Let’s all go upstairs together,” she suggested, as Andrei rose obediently, “and Lee can see how close all our bedrooms are, if he needs anything.”
She chattered brightly all the way up the stairs (“Now bear in mind, Lee, if you do decide to start exploring on your own, without me, you’re going to need some kind of trail of breadcrumbs or thread or something to find your way back, because otherwise you’re going to get turned around in the eighth piano room and not be able to find your way back to civilization, and frankly I’m not sure you have enough fat on you to last more than a couple of days while we mount a search and rescue party”), and halted finally in front of Lee’s own door.
“Here,” she said. “This is your room-- and this door here is my room-- and around the corner and down the hall, here, with the coat of arms carved on the door, this one is the master’s. Don’t worry about knocking on the wrong door-- there’s nobody here who won’t be happy to see you if you happen to show up.” She let go of Andrei’s hand, then, and cupped Lee’s face in her hands, and stood on tiptoe to kiss his forehead. “Sweet dreams, Lee.”
“Thank you,” Lee said softly, smiling at her. Andrei nodded his permission to her to retreat to her own room; as the door closed behind her, Lee turned back to Andrei, looking uncertain and worried again.
Andrei reached out, took Lee’s hands in his, and without really planning to, kissed them, gently, one after the other. His heart was pounding. Lee was his, finally, his own property to do with as he liked, but Lee looked so nervous that Andrei couldn’t bring himself to give the order that would have had Lee in his bed, waiting to be…
“Good night, darling,” he said softly, and turned and moved down the hall towards his own bedroom door, without looking back.
"Master?"
Andrei's eyes snapped open; Lee's pale face and big eyes, a study in black and white in the moonlight, looked down at him. The boy's lip was quivering; he looked as if he might turn and run at the slightest sign of displeasure from Andrei.
"Hello, dear," Andrei said, as calmly as he could manage. Lee was wearing the lavender silk pajamas Andrei had left neatly folded on his bed; he'd had to estimate on the size, and the pajamas were a little too big, but it wasn't unbecoming. Quite the contrary. "You look…lovely."
“Thank you, master,” said Lee softly, as Andrei, after a moment’s hesitation, lifted up the sheet and blanket and patted the soft mattress beside himself. Lee climbed obediently into the bed next to him and lay down without touching him; Andrei didn't want to touch Lee if he didn't want to be touched, so he didn't reach out and pull him closer. They lay side by side in silence for awhile, Andrei reluctant to press Lee for the reason why he'd come, in case he regretted it. Maybe all he'd wanted was to come and lie down in here; maybe he'd felt lonely, all alone in a strange bed at night. Andrei was glad he'd felt comfortable enough to come to his new master, for whatever reason.
That was probably one of the things Holden had mentioned he should actually tell Lee. Holden had been very thorough in his explanation about positive reinforcement and how well Lee responded to it. Andrei was trying to be equally conscientious in following directions, so even though he was reluctant to break the silence...
"I'm glad you came in here," he said, and Lee glanced over at him, startled. "I mean, I want you to feel you can always come to me, for anything you need."
Lee smiled, a little, and said, "Thank you, master."
"I've said that before, haven't I?" Andrei asked, aware of a slight heat in his cheeks, and Lee's smile grew a little broader as he answered, "Yes, master."
"I'm sorry," said Andrei confusedly.
Lee grinned outright at that, and reached up to touch Andrei's hair; Andrei shivered at the light, caressing touch of his hand.
"You're being so kind to me, master," he said softly.
"Oh-- good," said Andrei, relieved. "That feels good, Lee-- thank you."
"I like your hair," said Lee, and immediately blushed much harder than Andrei just had, which made Andrei laugh. Lee smiled back at him, and said, "Master, may I ask you something?"
"Yes, dear," said Andrei. "Always."
Lee hesitated. "I don't mean to--to question you, master--"
"I don't mind," said Andrei. "I-- actually, I'd appreciate that. If you question my decisions, when it comes to you. Because I-- I'd like your input. Into, uh, your life."
Lee nodded, took a deep breath, and asked, "Why-- why did you give me pajamas?"
"Oh," said Andrei, surprised, "well, I didn't want you to have to-- be naked. To sleep. Or to wander around at night. If you didn't want to." He looked into Lee's beautiful, intent face. "You don't have to wear them, if you don't want to. I just wanted you to feel comfortable."
"Thank you, master," said Lee, but not happily; Andrei, worried, wondered what he'd said wrong. "I just wanted to know-- what you'd like me to do, about-- my body. Because if you don't want to look at it-- I know my scars are-- bad. I can-- I can make sure-- you don't have to see them, much. Even when you-- y-use me. If it please you, master."
"Lee," said Andrei, his stomach contracting; he wondered briefly how annoyed Holden would be if Andrei were to phone him in the middle of the night and beg for help at not hurting this exquisite, fragile child in his bed.. "No. No, that isn't why-- I love your body, Lee, it's beautiful. I mean-- I haven’t seen it as much-- as much as I’d-- like to--”
Lee, watching him with large eyes, reached up and started unbuttoning the pajamas.
Andrei stayed still, watching, entranced, as the slim, nimble fingers unfastened button after button. When he'd gotten all the buttons undone, he pulled the pajama top open, and reached out for Andrei’s hand; Andrei let him take it, and place it, palm first, on Lee's naked chest, feeling a swelling at his groin at the touch of the silken skin.
"You’re beautiful," Andrei said, surprised his voice didn’t crack like a pubescent boy’s.
"Thank you, master," said Lee, as Andrei slid another hand under his shoulders, urging him wordlessly to sit up far enough that he could slip the shirt off his shoulders and first one arm, then the other. Lee, naked from the waist up, looked up at Andrei, his eyes wide and uncertain.
"Turn over on your stomach," Andrei commanded, and Lee obeyed so quickly that Andrei felt a rush of euphoria at his power over the body laid out before him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to one of the criss-cross scars on Lee's back. "You are so beautiful, Lee-- if every inch of your body was scarred--" he kissed another livid, raised scar-- "you would still be beautiful--" another, and this time he let his tongue slip out, just briefly, and lick along the line of the scar, and Lee whimpered.
"Don't be afraid," Andrei whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you, Lee."
"Take me, master," Lee whispered back. "Please--"
"Lee, are you sure?"
"Please," Lee repeated.
Andrei hesitated, already painfully aware of his hardness. It had been a long time. "Are you-- clean?"
"Yes, master," said Lee, almost eagerly, twisting his head around to look at Andrei. "I'm ready, master."
Andrei swallowed, and reached for the bedside table, for the bottle of lubricant he'd bought at the same time as the silk pajamas.
He eased the pajama bottoms down carefully. Lee's bottom and thighs were cross-hatched with scars, too; Andrei gently parted the buttocks, feeling his erection pulse against the silk of his own pajamas at the sight of the puckered little hole between them. He tipped the little bottle of oil-- too quickly, too much-- and accidentally soaked the pajamas beneath Lee.
"Shit!" he said, and felt Lee flinch at the exclamation as he hadn't at the sudden gush. "Sorry, honey-- I'll, uh, get these cleaned-- let me just--"
"It's okay, master," said Lee, and with a sweetly awkward stammer, "Too much-- better too much-- too much is good."
Andrei smiled as he coated one finger with oil and touched it, very gently, to the little opening, not trying to push inside, just feeling; the circle quivered, contracting and dilating slightly.
"You have to tell me if I hurt you," he said, and Lee answered, his voice a wisp, "Yes, master."
The tip of his finger slid in easily; Lee wasn't as tight as Andrei had somehow been expecting.
"My beautiful boy," he whispered, and Lee sighed softly. "Lee, I'm so happy you're mine now."
Lee didn't answer, so Andrei figured he wasn't really in the mood for conversation. Or else he was frightened, or upset. Andrei withdrew his finger, just in case-- and Lee turned his head and looked up at him with an expression of mildly quizzical patience that made Andrei laugh before he could stop himself. Lee smiled back.
"You're not going to hurt me, master," he said, almost gently. "Not without meaning to. I've been... in training."
Of course he had-- Andrei had known that, but somehow he hadn't quite let himself think about what that would mean. About what Lee would be used to. Holden and Bran would have been gentle with him, of course, but that didn't change the fact of the training itself, hard cocks and probing fingers keeping the little hole well used, ready to relax around anything that its future master decided to insert.
"You want--" He hesitated. "You want-- my-- my--"
"Your penis," said Lee, the word in his sweet husky voice sounding neither clinical nor obscene. "Inside me. Please."
Without giving himself too much time to think, Andrei slid off his own pajama bottoms, freed his straining erection, coated it quickly with a gleaming viscous layer of lubricant, and guided it between Lee's buttocks.
Lee breathed in audibly, a sort of prolonged gasp, as Andrei slid inside him, faster than he'd planned, encountering less resistance. Lee from the inside was hot, and tight, and Andrei moaned as the boy engulfed a part of him that hadn't felt anything more intimate than Andrei's own hand for longer than he cared to remember. The tender skin and sensitive nerve endings flared into ecstasy; Lee moved under him, very slightly, pressing back against him, and murmured, "Yes, master-- thank you--"
Andrei groaned again, wordlessly, his palms flattened against the sharp, delicate bones of Lee's shoulder blades, the pale skin that stretched over them beginning to flush lightly and shimmer with perspiration as Andrei's lower body seemed to take on a life of its own. Part of him couldn't believe he could take-- fuck-- Lee so hard and fast without hurting him, but other parts of him-- the part engaged in watching and listening to and feeling Lee's reactions, as well as the part going out of its mind with bliss-- seemed to be in the majority.
He made a sound when he came that startled him-- less a cry than a grunt, as if he‘d been punched in the stomach-- and saw a couple of stars behind his eyes, which he'd always thought was a romantic exaggeration of novelists.
Afterwards, lacking a graceful way to pull out of Lee. he settled for "careful," and lay down with further shaky care beside the body he‘d just-- in Lee’s own words-- taken.
"Are you okay?" he managed, and Lee answered, smiling without raising his head, “Yes, master. Thank you."
“That was amazing,” said Andrei. “Did you--?” He wanted to ask whether Lee had had an orgasm, and, in the likely event that he hadn’t-- Andrei was pretty sure he would have noticed-- whether there was anything Andrei could do to help him along. That seemed a bit invasive, however.
On the other hand, worrying about invading the privacy of the sex slave he’d just fucked by asking him whether he’d like an orgasm might be just a little bit silly.
“Lee, could I--” He took a deep breath; Lee belonged to him. “Will you turn over, please? On your back?”
Lee did so, immediately. There was no wet spot-- aside from a faint staining of oil-- and Lee was erect, beautiful and slender and straight as a rod. Andrei reached down and touched it, just brushed it with his fingertips, and Lee gasped, beginning to tremble again.
Andrei had already, at Holden’s suggestion, given Lee a blanket permission to orgasm, but it occurred to him now, caressing, that a little encouragement probably wouldn’t come amiss.
“I want to give you pleasure, dear,” he said softly. “Can you orgasm from being touched-- like this?”
“Yes, master,” Lee whispered. “Master-- please--”
“Yes?”
Lee swallowed. “Will you-- hold me-- in your arms-- while you--”
Andrei reached out to gather up the warm, silky-skinned body close to his chest, still covered with his own silk pajama top; Lee curled against him, into the crook of his arm, nuzzling at his neck, and Andrei forgot to breathe, his hand still and heavy at Lee‘s groin, until Lee reached down and brushed it lightly with his own fingers, and Andrei was startled into moving it again.
“Feels so good, master,” Lee whispered, his head lifting till his mouth barely brushed against the lobe of Andrei’s ear. “Thank you-- thank you, master-- for your kindness--”
Breathing still wasn’t coming particularly naturally as Andrei concentrated on holding Lee, touching Lee, his closeness and his movements and his little sounds in Andrei’s ear. Andrei was so deeply caught up in these, in finding which motions and rhythms of his, what blend of gentleness and firmness, produced which sounds from Lee’s soft lips, that it actually startled him when Lee finally whimpered and shuddered and a hot, sticky ribbon of white spurted out between Andrei’s caressing fingers.
“Oh,” said Andrei, pleased, and Lee whispered again, “Thank you, master, thank you, thank you…”
“You’re welcome, honey,” said Andrei, and kissed Lee’s head. Lee lifted up his smiling face; Andrei kissed him on the lips, and Lee kissed back.
“We’re all sticky,” said Andrei when they’d broken apart. “Let’s not go to sleep like this. Come to the bathroom, and we can wash up.”
Back in bed, naked-- since Lee’s pajamas had oil all over them and Andrei didn’t feel particularly inclined to put his back on, either-- clean, and mostly dry, they lay side by side, not holding each other, but close enough to feel the warmth coming off each other. Lee looked beatific, unbelievably lovely, his cheeks pink, strands of damp hair clinging to his temples and cheek, a smile playing about his lips. He had a faint dimple in one cheek that made Andrei feel a little faint himself.
“Thank you for coming to me tonight, darling,” Andrei said softly. “Are you comfortable sleeping here?”
“Oh, yes, master,” said Lee readily. “I’d-- if it please you-- I’d like that.”
“I would too,” said Andrei, and they lay in silence for a little while before Andrei took his courage in his hands and added, “Lee?”
“Master?”
“Next time,” said Andrei. “Well, not necessarily next time-- but some time-- and only if you’re comfortable-- but I was just thinking-- maybe you should be the one to-- sometimes-- take-- me.”
Lee looked startled, and then he gave Andrei a tentative smile and said, “Yes, master. I can do that. I‘m-- if you wish it. I‘m trained for that. Bran and I--”
“Oh, wonderful,” said Andrei, profoundly relieved that Lee seemed to think that was a normal request for a master to make, and trying to quash some fresh arousal at the image evoked by the mere words Bran and I-- “So-- maybe next time, then?”
“Yes, master,” said Lee, and reached up again, less shyly this time, to stroke Andrei’s hair. “Whenever you like.”
Andrei moved closer, loving the gentle hand on his hair, as Lee added, “At your pleasure, master.”
“You must be tired,” said Andrei with an effort, looking up into Lee’s dark eyes, which seemed to be twinkling as he answered, “No, master. Not at all.”
Anyways. This occurs on the night following this morning (oh, and if you didn't read that last one before for worry about spoilers, you can read it now!).
Mona finished the chapter of the novel that she’d been reading out loud, and Lee, who had been curled up next to her and peering at the book with a furrowed brow, sighed softly as she closed it.
“You like that book, Lee?” Andrei asked him, and Lee looked up, obviously surprised and a little disconcerted to be directly addressed, and answered meekly, “Yes, master.”
“Maybe you should read for us tomorrow night,” Mona suggested. “You’ve got such a nice voice, Lee.”
The color drained from Lee’s face as he looked up at Andrei, who said quickly, distressed at the boy‘s pallor, “But you don‘t have to if you don‘t want to.”
“Oh, sweetie!” said Mona, pulling Lee closer. “I’m sorry. Here you just walked in the door, and I’m already trying to rope you into doing my job.”
“It’s not-- I just--” said Lee, and looked up at Andrei again, as if for permission to continue. Andrei nodded encouragingly. “I don’t-- I’m sorry, master-- I don’t read very well.”
“That’s all right, honey,” said Andrei, and Lee seemed to relax a little. “Are you ready for bed, or is there anything you need first? Anything to eat or drink?”
Lee smiled a little at that, and said, “Not unless it please you, master.”
“You have the freedom of the house,” said Andrei, “so if you get hungry or thirsty in the night, or if there’s anything else you need, you’re at liberty to get up and get it.”
“And if you can’t find it,” Mona added, beaming on Lee, “or if you don’t want to go wandering around by yourself in this gigantic house, come get me, and I’ll go with you. I have tons of gossip to fill you in on about our master, anyway.”
Lee looked at Andrei again, and seemed relieved to see Andrei was smiling. Andrei wasn’t enjoying the feeling of being the bogeyman, even though Holden had warned him Lee would need a little time to settle in and start trusting him instinctively as well as intellectually. He hadn’t had to go through this with Mona; she’d bounced into his home with joy and assurance, cleaving perfectly to protocol without seeming the least bit afraid of Andrei, and generally making him feel relieved that one of them, at least, knew what she was doing.
Now Lee’s shyness and fear and palpable fragility were making Andrei feel like a hulking menace, while Lee’s beauty and grace and sweetness and general desirability made him feel like a pimply, sweaty-palmed thirteen-year-old with his first crush. Between the two sensations, Andrei was particularly grateful for Mona at the moment. For someone who didn‘t even own herself, Mona had an amazing amount of self-possession.
“Master,” she was saying now, “you already showed him his bedroom, right? Did you show him where mine was? And yours?”
“Yes,” Andrei answered, noting that Lee seemed nervous at the talk of bedrooms.
“Let’s show him again,” said Mona. “Shall we? It’s probably going to take awhile before you learn your way around this house on your own, Lee. It’s the master’s ancestral home, you know-- that’s why it’s so big. It’s probably best if you come grab me before you try to find your way around, at first. I can show you all the shortcuts to the kitchen. He’s not kidding about grabbing yourself something to eat whenever you like, you know. That’s why I’m so fat.”
Lee looked at Mona, and blinked, and smiled, and said, “You aren’t fat.”
“Compared to you, I am,” said Mona. “I’d say I’d fatten you up, but I’ve been trying that with him for years, and no luck. Anyway, are we all ready for bed?”
She slipped one hand into Lee’s, tugged him gently to his feet-- his automatic hunched, head-down posture worried Andrei-- and led him over to Andrei, whose hand she took with her free hand.
“Let’s all go upstairs together,” she suggested, as Andrei rose obediently, “and Lee can see how close all our bedrooms are, if he needs anything.”
She chattered brightly all the way up the stairs (“Now bear in mind, Lee, if you do decide to start exploring on your own, without me, you’re going to need some kind of trail of breadcrumbs or thread or something to find your way back, because otherwise you’re going to get turned around in the eighth piano room and not be able to find your way back to civilization, and frankly I’m not sure you have enough fat on you to last more than a couple of days while we mount a search and rescue party”), and halted finally in front of Lee’s own door.
“Here,” she said. “This is your room-- and this door here is my room-- and around the corner and down the hall, here, with the coat of arms carved on the door, this one is the master’s. Don’t worry about knocking on the wrong door-- there’s nobody here who won’t be happy to see you if you happen to show up.” She let go of Andrei’s hand, then, and cupped Lee’s face in her hands, and stood on tiptoe to kiss his forehead. “Sweet dreams, Lee.”
“Thank you,” Lee said softly, smiling at her. Andrei nodded his permission to her to retreat to her own room; as the door closed behind her, Lee turned back to Andrei, looking uncertain and worried again.
Andrei reached out, took Lee’s hands in his, and without really planning to, kissed them, gently, one after the other. His heart was pounding. Lee was his, finally, his own property to do with as he liked, but Lee looked so nervous that Andrei couldn’t bring himself to give the order that would have had Lee in his bed, waiting to be…
“Good night, darling,” he said softly, and turned and moved down the hall towards his own bedroom door, without looking back.
"Master?"
Andrei's eyes snapped open; Lee's pale face and big eyes, a study in black and white in the moonlight, looked down at him. The boy's lip was quivering; he looked as if he might turn and run at the slightest sign of displeasure from Andrei.
"Hello, dear," Andrei said, as calmly as he could manage. Lee was wearing the lavender silk pajamas Andrei had left neatly folded on his bed; he'd had to estimate on the size, and the pajamas were a little too big, but it wasn't unbecoming. Quite the contrary. "You look…lovely."
“Thank you, master,” said Lee softly, as Andrei, after a moment’s hesitation, lifted up the sheet and blanket and patted the soft mattress beside himself. Lee climbed obediently into the bed next to him and lay down without touching him; Andrei didn't want to touch Lee if he didn't want to be touched, so he didn't reach out and pull him closer. They lay side by side in silence for awhile, Andrei reluctant to press Lee for the reason why he'd come, in case he regretted it. Maybe all he'd wanted was to come and lie down in here; maybe he'd felt lonely, all alone in a strange bed at night. Andrei was glad he'd felt comfortable enough to come to his new master, for whatever reason.
That was probably one of the things Holden had mentioned he should actually tell Lee. Holden had been very thorough in his explanation about positive reinforcement and how well Lee responded to it. Andrei was trying to be equally conscientious in following directions, so even though he was reluctant to break the silence...
"I'm glad you came in here," he said, and Lee glanced over at him, startled. "I mean, I want you to feel you can always come to me, for anything you need."
Lee smiled, a little, and said, "Thank you, master."
"I've said that before, haven't I?" Andrei asked, aware of a slight heat in his cheeks, and Lee's smile grew a little broader as he answered, "Yes, master."
"I'm sorry," said Andrei confusedly.
Lee grinned outright at that, and reached up to touch Andrei's hair; Andrei shivered at the light, caressing touch of his hand.
"You're being so kind to me, master," he said softly.
"Oh-- good," said Andrei, relieved. "That feels good, Lee-- thank you."
"I like your hair," said Lee, and immediately blushed much harder than Andrei just had, which made Andrei laugh. Lee smiled back at him, and said, "Master, may I ask you something?"
"Yes, dear," said Andrei. "Always."
Lee hesitated. "I don't mean to--to question you, master--"
"I don't mind," said Andrei. "I-- actually, I'd appreciate that. If you question my decisions, when it comes to you. Because I-- I'd like your input. Into, uh, your life."
Lee nodded, took a deep breath, and asked, "Why-- why did you give me pajamas?"
"Oh," said Andrei, surprised, "well, I didn't want you to have to-- be naked. To sleep. Or to wander around at night. If you didn't want to." He looked into Lee's beautiful, intent face. "You don't have to wear them, if you don't want to. I just wanted you to feel comfortable."
"Thank you, master," said Lee, but not happily; Andrei, worried, wondered what he'd said wrong. "I just wanted to know-- what you'd like me to do, about-- my body. Because if you don't want to look at it-- I know my scars are-- bad. I can-- I can make sure-- you don't have to see them, much. Even when you-- y-use me. If it please you, master."
"Lee," said Andrei, his stomach contracting; he wondered briefly how annoyed Holden would be if Andrei were to phone him in the middle of the night and beg for help at not hurting this exquisite, fragile child in his bed.. "No. No, that isn't why-- I love your body, Lee, it's beautiful. I mean-- I haven’t seen it as much-- as much as I’d-- like to--”
Lee, watching him with large eyes, reached up and started unbuttoning the pajamas.
Andrei stayed still, watching, entranced, as the slim, nimble fingers unfastened button after button. When he'd gotten all the buttons undone, he pulled the pajama top open, and reached out for Andrei’s hand; Andrei let him take it, and place it, palm first, on Lee's naked chest, feeling a swelling at his groin at the touch of the silken skin.
"You’re beautiful," Andrei said, surprised his voice didn’t crack like a pubescent boy’s.
"Thank you, master," said Lee, as Andrei slid another hand under his shoulders, urging him wordlessly to sit up far enough that he could slip the shirt off his shoulders and first one arm, then the other. Lee, naked from the waist up, looked up at Andrei, his eyes wide and uncertain.
"Turn over on your stomach," Andrei commanded, and Lee obeyed so quickly that Andrei felt a rush of euphoria at his power over the body laid out before him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to one of the criss-cross scars on Lee's back. "You are so beautiful, Lee-- if every inch of your body was scarred--" he kissed another livid, raised scar-- "you would still be beautiful--" another, and this time he let his tongue slip out, just briefly, and lick along the line of the scar, and Lee whimpered.
"Don't be afraid," Andrei whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you, Lee."
"Take me, master," Lee whispered back. "Please--"
"Lee, are you sure?"
"Please," Lee repeated.
Andrei hesitated, already painfully aware of his hardness. It had been a long time. "Are you-- clean?"
"Yes, master," said Lee, almost eagerly, twisting his head around to look at Andrei. "I'm ready, master."
Andrei swallowed, and reached for the bedside table, for the bottle of lubricant he'd bought at the same time as the silk pajamas.
He eased the pajama bottoms down carefully. Lee's bottom and thighs were cross-hatched with scars, too; Andrei gently parted the buttocks, feeling his erection pulse against the silk of his own pajamas at the sight of the puckered little hole between them. He tipped the little bottle of oil-- too quickly, too much-- and accidentally soaked the pajamas beneath Lee.
"Shit!" he said, and felt Lee flinch at the exclamation as he hadn't at the sudden gush. "Sorry, honey-- I'll, uh, get these cleaned-- let me just--"
"It's okay, master," said Lee, and with a sweetly awkward stammer, "Too much-- better too much-- too much is good."
Andrei smiled as he coated one finger with oil and touched it, very gently, to the little opening, not trying to push inside, just feeling; the circle quivered, contracting and dilating slightly.
"You have to tell me if I hurt you," he said, and Lee answered, his voice a wisp, "Yes, master."
The tip of his finger slid in easily; Lee wasn't as tight as Andrei had somehow been expecting.
"My beautiful boy," he whispered, and Lee sighed softly. "Lee, I'm so happy you're mine now."
Lee didn't answer, so Andrei figured he wasn't really in the mood for conversation. Or else he was frightened, or upset. Andrei withdrew his finger, just in case-- and Lee turned his head and looked up at him with an expression of mildly quizzical patience that made Andrei laugh before he could stop himself. Lee smiled back.
"You're not going to hurt me, master," he said, almost gently. "Not without meaning to. I've been... in training."
Of course he had-- Andrei had known that, but somehow he hadn't quite let himself think about what that would mean. About what Lee would be used to. Holden and Bran would have been gentle with him, of course, but that didn't change the fact of the training itself, hard cocks and probing fingers keeping the little hole well used, ready to relax around anything that its future master decided to insert.
"You want--" He hesitated. "You want-- my-- my--"
"Your penis," said Lee, the word in his sweet husky voice sounding neither clinical nor obscene. "Inside me. Please."
Without giving himself too much time to think, Andrei slid off his own pajama bottoms, freed his straining erection, coated it quickly with a gleaming viscous layer of lubricant, and guided it between Lee's buttocks.
Lee breathed in audibly, a sort of prolonged gasp, as Andrei slid inside him, faster than he'd planned, encountering less resistance. Lee from the inside was hot, and tight, and Andrei moaned as the boy engulfed a part of him that hadn't felt anything more intimate than Andrei's own hand for longer than he cared to remember. The tender skin and sensitive nerve endings flared into ecstasy; Lee moved under him, very slightly, pressing back against him, and murmured, "Yes, master-- thank you--"
Andrei groaned again, wordlessly, his palms flattened against the sharp, delicate bones of Lee's shoulder blades, the pale skin that stretched over them beginning to flush lightly and shimmer with perspiration as Andrei's lower body seemed to take on a life of its own. Part of him couldn't believe he could take-- fuck-- Lee so hard and fast without hurting him, but other parts of him-- the part engaged in watching and listening to and feeling Lee's reactions, as well as the part going out of its mind with bliss-- seemed to be in the majority.
He made a sound when he came that startled him-- less a cry than a grunt, as if he‘d been punched in the stomach-- and saw a couple of stars behind his eyes, which he'd always thought was a romantic exaggeration of novelists.
Afterwards, lacking a graceful way to pull out of Lee. he settled for "careful," and lay down with further shaky care beside the body he‘d just-- in Lee’s own words-- taken.
"Are you okay?" he managed, and Lee answered, smiling without raising his head, “Yes, master. Thank you."
“That was amazing,” said Andrei. “Did you--?” He wanted to ask whether Lee had had an orgasm, and, in the likely event that he hadn’t-- Andrei was pretty sure he would have noticed-- whether there was anything Andrei could do to help him along. That seemed a bit invasive, however.
On the other hand, worrying about invading the privacy of the sex slave he’d just fucked by asking him whether he’d like an orgasm might be just a little bit silly.
“Lee, could I--” He took a deep breath; Lee belonged to him. “Will you turn over, please? On your back?”
Lee did so, immediately. There was no wet spot-- aside from a faint staining of oil-- and Lee was erect, beautiful and slender and straight as a rod. Andrei reached down and touched it, just brushed it with his fingertips, and Lee gasped, beginning to tremble again.
Andrei had already, at Holden’s suggestion, given Lee a blanket permission to orgasm, but it occurred to him now, caressing, that a little encouragement probably wouldn’t come amiss.
“I want to give you pleasure, dear,” he said softly. “Can you orgasm from being touched-- like this?”
“Yes, master,” Lee whispered. “Master-- please--”
“Yes?”
Lee swallowed. “Will you-- hold me-- in your arms-- while you--”
Andrei reached out to gather up the warm, silky-skinned body close to his chest, still covered with his own silk pajama top; Lee curled against him, into the crook of his arm, nuzzling at his neck, and Andrei forgot to breathe, his hand still and heavy at Lee‘s groin, until Lee reached down and brushed it lightly with his own fingers, and Andrei was startled into moving it again.
“Feels so good, master,” Lee whispered, his head lifting till his mouth barely brushed against the lobe of Andrei’s ear. “Thank you-- thank you, master-- for your kindness--”
Breathing still wasn’t coming particularly naturally as Andrei concentrated on holding Lee, touching Lee, his closeness and his movements and his little sounds in Andrei’s ear. Andrei was so deeply caught up in these, in finding which motions and rhythms of his, what blend of gentleness and firmness, produced which sounds from Lee’s soft lips, that it actually startled him when Lee finally whimpered and shuddered and a hot, sticky ribbon of white spurted out between Andrei’s caressing fingers.
“Oh,” said Andrei, pleased, and Lee whispered again, “Thank you, master, thank you, thank you…”
“You’re welcome, honey,” said Andrei, and kissed Lee’s head. Lee lifted up his smiling face; Andrei kissed him on the lips, and Lee kissed back.
“We’re all sticky,” said Andrei when they’d broken apart. “Let’s not go to sleep like this. Come to the bathroom, and we can wash up.”
Back in bed, naked-- since Lee’s pajamas had oil all over them and Andrei didn’t feel particularly inclined to put his back on, either-- clean, and mostly dry, they lay side by side, not holding each other, but close enough to feel the warmth coming off each other. Lee looked beatific, unbelievably lovely, his cheeks pink, strands of damp hair clinging to his temples and cheek, a smile playing about his lips. He had a faint dimple in one cheek that made Andrei feel a little faint himself.
“Thank you for coming to me tonight, darling,” Andrei said softly. “Are you comfortable sleeping here?”
“Oh, yes, master,” said Lee readily. “I’d-- if it please you-- I’d like that.”
“I would too,” said Andrei, and they lay in silence for a little while before Andrei took his courage in his hands and added, “Lee?”
“Master?”
“Next time,” said Andrei. “Well, not necessarily next time-- but some time-- and only if you’re comfortable-- but I was just thinking-- maybe you should be the one to-- sometimes-- take-- me.”
Lee looked startled, and then he gave Andrei a tentative smile and said, “Yes, master. I can do that. I‘m-- if you wish it. I‘m trained for that. Bran and I--”
“Oh, wonderful,” said Andrei, profoundly relieved that Lee seemed to think that was a normal request for a master to make, and trying to quash some fresh arousal at the image evoked by the mere words Bran and I-- “So-- maybe next time, then?”
“Yes, master,” said Lee, and reached up again, less shyly this time, to stroke Andrei’s hair. “Whenever you like.”
Andrei moved closer, loving the gentle hand on his hair, as Lee added, “At your pleasure, master.”
“You must be tired,” said Andrei with an effort, looking up into Lee’s dark eyes, which seemed to be twinkling as he answered, “No, master. Not at all.”
