“Yes?” Yuri asked softly, almost afraid to hear the answer but needing to break the silence that had fallen between them.
Angelo shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. C’mere, princess. Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
Yuri made a face. “You are not my Daddy. Ew.”
“Get on my fucking lap, Yuri. Now.”
Yuri scurried to obey. Like before, he sat facing Angelo, knees straddling his thighs. Their mouths were only a breath apart, but that divide felt like it might as well be the fucking ocean. “Yes, sir,” he whispered. His cock jerked and leaked precum onto Angelo’s t-shirt.
“You like calling me sir.” It wasn’t a question. Yuri had called Angelo sir every time he’d needed discipline badly enough to ask for it, or force Angelo’s hand into giving it. “You like it that I’m bigger than you, and stronger. That I could hold you down and force my cock down your throat and choke you.” He said it all in a soft, conversational voice that ramped Yuri’s desire and trepidation even higher.
“Yeah.” It came out as a half-moan. Yuri squirmed, his dick trying to get some sort of contact with Angelo, even if it was just the light touch of his shirt.
“No, princess.” Angelo grabbed his chin in a grip that was so tight it hurt. One that might leave bruises. “Answer me the right way.”
Yuri frowned, his mind having forgotten the last few seconds of conversation, then he smiled. He couldn’t help it. “Yes, sir.”
“Better.” Angelo let Yuri’s chin go and laid his head back again. He stared at the ceiling. “What am I going to do with you, Yuri?”
Yuri had a long list of answers for that question, but he voiced none of them. “Whatever you want, sir.”
That made Angelo’s entire body tense then relax. “Whatever I want.”
“Yes, sir.” Yuri’s heart beat so hard that he could hear it in his ears and feel it in his fingers and toes and even his lips.
“And if I say you aren’t allowed to come? What then?”
Yuri had to anchor himself somehow so he grabbed fistfuls of Angelo’s shirt and held on for dear life. “Then I try to be good, and…”
“Yes?” Angelo’s hand skated across the head of Yuri’s cock and that was almost enough to make him blow.
He bent his head forward, resting the crown on Angelo’s chest. “And if I’m not good, you’ll have to punish me.”
“Yes,” Angelo whispered. “I will.” His hand slid into Yuri’s hair, gripped hard, and pulled his head back. His other hand surrounded Yuri’s cock. “Who’s in charge?”
“You, sir.” Yuri felt like he might pass out and fall to the floor if Angelo didn’t have such a hard grip on him.
“Who decides if you’re good or bad?” Angelo started to stroke Yuri’s cock.
“Fuuuuuuck.” Yuri concentrated. Angelo hadn’t said he could come yet, but he was so, so close. “You… you do, sir.”
“Too right.” Angelo pulled harder on Yuri’s cock. It was painful and amazing and just this edge of too much. “Who decides when, and if, you can come?”
“You… fuck… sir… I—”
“Come, Yuri. Come now. Come for me.”
That was all it took to push Yuri off the precipice. He came and came and came until his vision grew dim around the edges and he started to fall for real.
Angelo grabbed his upper arms tightly and shook him. “Breathe, dammit. Breathe.”
Yuri opened his mouth and took in a great gasping breath of air. “Fuck! Oh god, fuck. Fuck.” He’d run out of any other words to say. Yuri collapsed forward onto Angelo’s chest and concentrated on bringing air into and out of his lungs.
Angelo’s hand touched Yuri’s head then began, very gently, to stroke his sweaty hair. “I’ve got you,” he said.
“I know,” Yuri whispered into Angelo’s shirt, but he didn’t really know. He just hoped really, really hard that Angelo meant what he said. “Was that… was I… any good?”
Yuri felt Angelo kiss the top of his head. He was silent for a long time. Long enough that Yuri had started to doze when he heard, “Yeah. You were.”
20
Angelo Has a Probably Bad Idea
“Was that… was I… any good?”
The question ripped through Angelo. Being good enough wasn’t really the problem. The big issue, as far as Angelo was concerned, was that maybe it had all been too good. What Angelo thought would be a fairly neutral experience that he could tolerate for Yuri’s sake had ended up being so much more than that.
It was more than Yuri’s mouth on his cock, although that had helped. He’d had his dick sucked many times over the years, and he had no reason to think gay men had a lock on giving good head, but what Yuri had done to him was somehow more. More intense, more pleasurable, and more earth-shattering.
More as in Angelo wanted more from Yuri. A hell of a lot more than any straight man should.
The part of Angelo that thought of Yuri as family loved Yuri as much as it was annoyed by him, and maybe that was part of it, too. Angelo had never gotten blown by someone he loved before. Unfortunately, that part of Angelo was also more than a bit horrified that he’d been sucked off by the emotional equivalent of a cousin, or brother. It had felt wrong, but also absolutely right, and part of the rightness was tied up inside the wrongness.
It was severely fucking with his head. Both heads, to be honest.
Angelo was fairly sure he had crossed over the bi-curious line and was on the “I’m probably bi” threshold. He wasn’t gay, that much was painfully obvious as he still stared at women’s legs and tits when he had a chance. That hadn’t changed. But when he pictured a mouth around his cock, now the hot blond sucking it was Yuri. Angelo tried to daydream about smacking some pretty girl’s bum while bending her over his knee, but instead
