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His orgasm slammed into him violently, with as much force as he’d lost himself on the couch, just different. Wilder bounced up and down on his lap until a desperate cry filled the bedroom, and he knew without being told it had come from him. Wilder crawled off of him, and brought Merrick down onto his lap. With Merrick’s stomach pressed against Wilder’s thighs and the cool cotton sheets, Wilder returned to their earlier spanking.

The contact was harder than it had been before, the intent of Wilder’s fingers clear with each connection. Merrick had asked to be marked, and Wilder was going to mark him. One strike after another after another and it hurt. It did hurt, and Merrick cried, but he did not ask Wilder to stop. In fact, if Wilder had stopped, Merrick would have begged him to start again. The deafening crack of skin against skin overtook the staccato drum beat of his heart in his ears, and the corners of his vision started to sparkle and fade into darkness.

“Count these last ones, Merrick. Can you hear me?”

He hummed, nodded, murmured, “Yes, Sir,” because it felt good against his tongue.

Wilder spanked him once against the back of his right thigh and once against the left. Merrick counted them both, and the four more that followed. Wilder spanked him to ten for good measure and then hauled Merrick into his arms and peppered kisses across his tear-stained cheeks and sweaty temples.

Merrick didn’t know when he’d started to cry, only that he could taste the salt on Wilder’s mouth when he pressed their lipstogether. He lost himself a third time in Wilder’s arms, listening to all the praise Wilder covered him with. All Merrick wanted to do was sleep, but Wilder walked him into the bathroom and set him into a bath. The two of them soaked together, Wilder guiding Merrick’s hand between his legs and lower to help make sure he was fully clean.

“This is your job, right?” Wilder asked.

Merrick nodded, burying his face against the crook of Wilder’s neck and kissing him there.

“It’s my job to use you and take care of you and keep you fucked, yes? And it’s your job to make sure you take good care of your toys, right?”

“Not a toy,” he murmured, fingers ghosting over Wilder’s well-used hole.

“What am I then?” Wilder pulled their joined hands out of the tub and traced Merrick’s fingers along his lower lip before sucking them in and finishing the cleaning.

“Mine,” Merrick whispered. “My Dom.”

Wilder’s teeth were slick against Merrick’s palm when he smiled. “And what are you?”

“Yours.”

Wilder kissed Merrick’s palm then pulled the plug out of the bath. He helped Merrick to his feet and wrapped a towel around his waist. Merrick padded naked back into the bedroom, dropping the towel at the foot of the bed before crawling under the covers and resting his head against a pillow.

“What else are you?” Wilder asked, slipping into bed behind him.

The room was dark and Merrick’s eyes were so heavy.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Perfect,” Wilder told him. “My perfect boy. Now go to sleep. I’m going to need you again soon, and I want you rested.”

CHAPTER 12

Wilder

Wilder wokeup just before two in the morning. Merrick was asleep beside him, on his back with an arm flung over his eyes. He slept with his mouth open, breath not quite a snore. Wilder propped himself up on his hand and studied the other man, reaching out with a tentative finger and tracing the curve of one of Merrick’s ribs, only visible on an inhale. He was certainly lucky, spoiled in a way he’d never expected for himself. Merrick—even if he didn’t know it—was a picture-perfect submissive. It came naturally to him in the ways dominance came naturally to Wilder, and he took to it like he’d been waiting for the opportunity his entire life.

Wilder wasn’t particularly horny in the late hour. He’d had more sex in the last week than he had in the last month, and if Merrick wasn’t in his bed, he would have happily closed his eyes and let sleep take him back under. There were responsibilities that came with being a dominant in a relationship, though, especially when you’d made every effort to lock your submissive partner into monogamy. Sometimes, he had to put his own wants aside in favor of his partner’s, and it was with Merrick’sneeds in mind that Wilder reached for the lube and shoved slippery fingers between his legs.

He was tender to the touch so he went easy on himself, taking enough time to prep his hole that by the time he felt ready for Merrick’s cock, Wilder was actually horny. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and tore it open, taking Merrick’s sleepy dick into his hand and stroking until he was hard. Merrick moaned in his sleep, hips lifting off the bed as Wilder woke him up. The latex wrapped around Merrick’s cock and he blinked his eyes open, fingers reaching for and splaying open against Wilder’s thigh.

“What time is it?” Merrick murmured, voice chick with sleep.

“It doesn’t matter.” Wilder flung a leg over Merrick’s thighs and sank down onto his now-hard cock. “I wanted you.”

“Fuck yes.” Merrick shivered, held Wilder by his hip and thrust upward, giving Wilder the final inch of his shaft. “Can I fuck you?”

“That’s the point.”

Merrick moved quicker than Wilder expected him to. For someone who had just been asleep, Merrick had Wilder on his back in no time. Merrick pressed his face into the nook of Wilder’s shoulder and hiked one of his legs up, setting a quick and rough pace. Every thrust punched the air out of Wilder’s lungs, and of course he woke Merrick up for this. Of course, this was exactly what he needed.

The tenderness around his hole was an immediate afterthought, his own brain focused on nothing other than taking Merrick’s cock to the point of his own release. Wilder held his hand against the back of Merrick’s head, keeping their bodies pressed together while Merrick’s hips did all the work.