Puppy

I checked my watch as I approached the gate in front of Seto’s house. Only 11pm. Good. There was no way he’d be asleep yet.

I entered the code into the pad by the gate, and then the front door. As I did this, I realized just how much Seto really does trust me. It was a good feeling. Smiling, I climbed the stairs to my lover’s room.

As I neared, I heard the never-ending typing of Seto at his laptop. Before I got very close, Mokuba came running down the hall crying, and completely oblivious to me walking down toward him. He ran into straight into Seto’s room and I heard the typing stop.

Looking in the door, I saw perhaps the sweetest thing I ever would see. Seto had backed from his desk in the room and was trying to console a weeping little brother. From what I heard, he’d had a whopper of a nightmare. Seto held the boy and let Mokuba tell him what he’d seen. After getting it all out, Mokie seemed to be calmed down. He asked Seto to tuck him back into bed. Seto consented, and as he stood, saw me for the first time. He stopped for a moment, and Mokuba noticed me as well.

“Joey ” he said happily, running to hug me. “Are you sleeping over again?”

“Yeah, I am,” I replied.

“Do you even remember where your house is?” he asked innocently.

“Oh, I have vague recollections here and there,” I joked.

“Are you gonna tuck me in too?”

I looked up at Seto, who shrugged. “Sure,” I replied.

“Alright Come on ” We followed the boy down to his room.

“Excellent timing, Pup,” Seto whispered to me, but with a smirk on his face. We each took a side of Mokie’s bed and pulled the covers over him.

“Thank you,” the boy whispered.

“Hey Pup,” Seto said.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“Go wait in the room and get ready, will you?”

“Okay. Night, Mokuba.”

“Night, Joey.”

I left the room and walked to my original destination, Seto’s room, and closed the door. I think we all know what getting ready means at this point.

Climbing out of my clothes, I knelt on the bed and waited. I imagine Seto wanted some time alone with Mokuba, but since the kid was sleepy, I didn’t think he would too long. And he wasn’t. Shortly after I finished getting naked, Seto came in.

“Did the pup have fun with his friends?” he asked, rubbing his hand underneath my chin and neck. God, I love this man.

“Yes, Mas- Seto, I did,” I replied.

“What did you do with them?” he asked, bringing his mouth to my neck.
“We ahhh- went for ahhhh movie...”

“Really? Which one?”

“Charlieeeee ...... Chooooocolateee Faaaaaactoryyyyyy...”

“Did you enjoy youself?”

“Not aaaaass much aaaaas Iii am nooooow...”

“Glad to hear it.” He stopped his ministrations and started to get undressed himself, temporarily leaving me in a daze. Eyes clouded, I looked up at him.

His eyes were always their piercing blue, it was just a matter of how frightening they were. Right now, they showed no reason for me to fear him. They were calm and neutral, like a summer sky.

He pressed his lips hard to mine, and his hands went for their usual grope fest. Then he leaned back, fully erect. “Puppy...” he said, and I knew immediately what he wanted. I wet my lips and lowered my mouth over his penis. Hearing a low moan of content, I cupped my hand over his scrotum, supporting myself with the other hand, rolling it around between my fingers. I sucked and lapped my tongue over the tip, then fully took him down my throat.

“Pup, lay down,” orders me.

Yay Fun part As much as I like making Seto moan, sex is just so much better, don’t ya think? Maybe I’m alone...

Seto lifts up my legs so my ankles are on his shoulders, and abruptly inserts himself. I cry out in surprise, pain, and pleasure, and try not to accidentally choke him. I must be succeeding, as he keeps pulling out all the way before pushing all the way back in. As I reach my peak, I have to grab a nearby pillow to keep from waking Mokie back up. I feel my warm cum on my neck as I shudder, but Seto keeps thrusting right through my orgasm. And it’s wonderful.

“Turn around, Pup,” Seto orders me. I obligingly get on all fours. Seto continues, and as he pumps, I feel his hands trace down my hips to my penis. In sync with his thrusts, he begins rubbing me as well. Huh, that’s new.

For another surprise, when Seto’s finally had his fill, I’m conscious, but barely. Perhaps I’m getting used to this. A little voice tells me otherwise. Seto’s going easier on me.

While my lover types away, I rack my brain to figure out why the sudden change of pace. I don’t know is Seto’s even noticed I’ve noticed, I’m laying facing away from him. For all he knows, I’m asleep.
The only idea I can come up with is that maybe the rough sex was some sort of test, and by putting up with it I passed and he was now toning it down on me. It would make sense in Seto’s mind. But... I don’t want him to. Do I?