Page 11 of Expanding Command

"Mm-hmm." Leander examined him, his expression open despite the mask he still wore. "What about you? You don't switch?"

Darren made a vague hand motion. "Occasionally, but it's not some deep-seated need to surrender. More playful." It was impossible to ignore his own rush of arousal as he thought about how incredible sex was with Miles, not trying to keep his sensual appreciation from his voice. Would he be in the same place as Leander if Miles hadn't been able to so passionately serve his desires? "I'm definitely verse, but Muscles takes care of all those needs. I also run a club in New York. I've commanded subs who've needed every kind of handling you can imagine. So looking for play partners isn't about trying to fill a gap for me, it..."

He stopped, realizing with sudden joy that things had changed. Miles had helped him realize that. "No, that's not true. I need to mentor. Especially him, I need to see him experience the joy and gratification of truly commanding someone in a way I can't give him."

Hopefully, in the course of their play, he could help this deeply dedicated but needy dom, too.

Leander paused as they reached the end of the property, a high stone wall separating them from the forested area that surrounded the affluent community. He turned to regard Darren and the garden behind him, foliage and structures half shielding the mansion beyond. Then, he stepped closer, with more curiosity than nervousness in his gaze. "Would you want him to command both of us?"

In the cool night air, the heat from Leander's body made the world around them narrow. Darren's pulse quickened, professional and physical desires aligning in a way that made it difficult to focus on the conversation. But this was important. "Maybe sometimes. I'd like it much more if we both commanded both of you. Together or separately. At first, when I suggested this, what I wanted was the pleasure of his growth. He was the one who suggested a couple and something serious; he doesn't take these commitments lightly. As we've worked towards this, all of that has become more important to me, too."

"I don't mind a casual lover," Leander offered suddenly, lips tightening in concern. "I've had a hell of a lot before Bunny. I went through an extremely impressive slut phase."

"I don't doubt it." Darren chuckled softly, making a show of checking him out to try and reassure him... and to make sure Leander understood exactly how attractive he found him. "Don't worry, beautiful... I'm really enjoying your vibe. We could make wonderful friends, and partners. And partners in crime."

Leander relaxed again at his words, taking a half-step towards him. Even in the dim light of the garden, Darren was fairly sure he could see the beginnings of a flush on his cheeks around the edges of his mask. "I like partners in crime. We'll take care of our subs together."

Darren gave a hum of agreement. He took Leander's unspoken invitation and stepped into him, exerting the easy and familiar strength of dominance that had made Leander fawn over him in the house. "We will. And Muscles will take care of your sweet little Bunny, so that you can let go and give yourself to me."

Leander's lips parted to a soft gasp. Even in the dark, his eyes were mesmerizingly green as he looked up at him, flecked with beautiful touches of hazel and amber. "...there's a lot of great play spots out here," he offered, breath ragged.

"Yeah?" As much as he yearned to touch the man, Darren held back, teasing him with his closeness and letting the delicious tension between them heighten. He was beginning to regret encouraging Miles to decide on no sex that evening, but there were certainly other things he could do to his potential new sub. It was a smart idea to test him and their compatibility. "Is there now?"

"Uh - yes. Sir. Am I supposed to call you Sir yet? Should I ask permission? I'm sorry, I haven't really had much opportunity to be on the other end of this in a while, and I ramble when I'm nervous - "

"Nervous enough to speak out of turn?" Darren teased.

He was rewarded by Leander shivering visibly, Adam's apple bobbing in his shapely throat as he swallowed. His nervousness was quickly being replaced by a very different kind of tension, as if it was taking every ounce of self-control to keep from pressing against him. "Forgive me, Sir."

Darren chuckled softly. "Forgiven. I did bring you out here to talk, after all. You may speak freely." He finally allowed himself to indulge, resting his hand on Leander's hip and drawing him gently into his body. "So... you were fantasizing about coming all over my back, hmm?"

Arching into him without hesitation, Leander laughed breathlessly, flushed and flustered. "You did hear that."

"I heard a lot of your dirty fantasies." Darren tried to keep his smile kind despite the heat that curled inside him at Leander's adorable nervousness. He couldn't resist embracing him tighter, rubbing the small of his back, and smiling at Leander's ragged gasp.

The pleasure of sussing out a new sub thrummed hot through Darren's veins, even better than the press of Leander's body against his own. Every bit of him yearned to discover exactly how to push Leander's buttons. And if he could figure him out now, then he'd be fully ready to support whatever Miles needed.

"You've been a very dirty, naughty boy, Leander," he purred, pulse quickening at the way it made the other man smile. "Now... what do you have to say for yourself?"

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7 - Partners in Crime

Darren Quinn

Despite how long he'd pursued his chosen career, a bone-deep satisfaction filled Darren as he took in how his words had affected his potential sub. Leander's flushed skin, his body tense and trembling with desire, all of it validated that Darren had read him right and unlocked something he truly longed for.

"Please forgive me for fantasizing about you, Sir." Leander's breath was ragged as he spoke. The tension of his need buzzed between them, a livewire connection as he arched into him. Still, he made no other move to touch Darren, as if wanting to prove he could be obedient. "I - I don't want to come on your back specifically, I was - your suspension work was so sexy, and you and your husband are so hot and big and strong...."

"Strong enough for him to fuck your husband with you?" The words slipped out before Darren could stop them, heat coiling inside him as he imagined it.

"Or with you." Leander's voice was thick with need. "Whatever you wish, Sir."

God. Darren's cock jerked as his mind summoned the fantasy: Miles on his back, flushed with arousal, gentle and wondering as the sweet little blond rocked down onto him. Leander, watching raptly, urging them on. He'd have to work Miles's sub open carefully to handle both of them; they'd both be panting and desperate by the time he was ready. Then he'd finally ease inside him, rubbing his cock alongside his husband's, sliding up his shaft as he pressed into that incredible, tight heat.

He pushed harder against the man in his arms before he could stop himself, fingers digging into his back. Leander's ragged gasp pulled his mind from the fantasy. Breathing hard, Darren forced himself to focus, teasing. "You would give away such a sweet, trusting sub so easily?" His fingers tightened on the small of his back to encourage the needy shift of Leander's hips to become more. He barely managed not to groan at the hard ridge of Leander's arousal sliding alongside his own. "Now, why would you do that, hm? Trying to buy the goodwill of your new Master with your husband's delectable ass?"

"Or mine." Leander's words immediately summoned fantasies of wrecking him with Miles in exactly the same way. "Whatever pleases you. I want to please you. And him. And Master Muscles. I just... I need...."