La Maison 5: Darkness (Complete: mxm BDSM)

Chapter 2.2

A/N: no CW here, though do let me know if you think I'm wrong. And a reminder at the bottom re: Gabe and Henry's relationship, in case you forgot.

Henry went to the couch to read some news articles, letting Gabriel clean up the table and kitchen. It didn't take long – he always kept everything very neat, the way it should be – and when he was done Henry put his tablet down and encouraged Gabriel to curl up under his arm.

"I really am pleased with you, sweet boy," Henry cooed, gently stroking Gabriel's cheek with the tip of his fingers, dropping soft kisses to his forehead.

Gabriel snuggled in closer, loving how safe he always felt with Henry's arms holding him tight. How special he felt. Henry's lips moved, travelling down his cheek, leaving dry imprints of the lightest kisses behind them until he found Gabriel's collarbone. He lapped at it for a moment, making him moan and arch into the sensation, whimpering when blunt teeth ran across the bone.

"So good. You deserve a reward, darling. Go to the bedroom and remove your clothes."

Gabriel didn't wait for Henry to change his mind, jumping up eagerly, stripping his shirt off as he walked, even though he made sure it landed in the laundry basket, along with the rest of his clothes. He lay back on the bed once he was naked, waiting patiently. It was several minutes before Henry appeared. Gabriel shivered with anticipation when he saw he had put a cock ring on and made himself hard, because that only happened when he had plans to take Gabriel to pieces, and he was so ready for it.

They didn't have full sex that often. They were just too busy, and Henry saved it for when he thought Gabriel had been particularly good. Gabriel would have liked it more – a lot more – but he accepted the value of it being saved to be something special between them, to be something with extra meaning.

"My sweet boy," Henry purred, going back to Gabriel's neck, which he lifted, wanting the hot press of Henry's lips on him again.

"Please," Gabriel mewled, wanting more. He always did. Henry regularly called him demanding, but with a loving chuckle any time he did it, and he responded now, travelling down Gabriel's body to suck one pink nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over the tip and working his jaw more than necessary, just so Gabriel could feel the rough scrape of his whole day beard growth on his smooth skin.

Gabriel keened, lifting his back off the bed, wordlessly begging for more.

"So needy, darling, aren't you? Be good, be patient. How about you get on your knees and give me what I want?"

Gabriel bonelessly slid off the bed before Henry had even finished his request, running his hands up Henry's lean sides, feeling the skin underneath his calloused fingertips. Henry breathed out harshly; Gabriel knew he loved that feeling, that reminder of how hard he worked for him, how much he put into their dreams. Gabriel started gently, lapping up the smooth, long piece of flesh, which hardened even further under his probing tongue.

He pulled the tip between his lips, massaging them against it, the point of his tongue working into Henry's slit, trying to draw the sharp tang of salt that would prove Henry's desire. He needed this. He was needy, just like he was told, almost every day. Needy for evidence that he was still wanted, that he was still Henry's perfect, sweet boy. He swallowed the length down, into his throat, unable to wait any longer, and receiving a moan that made his mind sing. Before he could really start his work, he was pulled – almost yanked – off, Henry lifting his chin so Gabriel could see into hazy, lustful brown eyes.

"Don't be naughty, darling." Henry didn't sound angry, more amused. But Gabriel knew he wasn't allowed to take over, knew he'd pushed too hard. But hopefully not so hard that he'd be told off. That this would stop for him to be reprimanded or, worse, for Henry to go into the other room and watch the news instead of staying to give Gabriel pleasure.