ways or make sweeping changes, but it really didn’t matter. Without anyone around to decant more, they were the last of their kind.
Maybe someday, millions of years from now, life would emerge from the genetic mess left behind. He fell asleep wondering what it would be like.
Quintus awoke to sharp hunger and burning pain. For a moment, he thought the wound he’d suffered had infected, but he realized the pain was much higher. Struggling to extricate himself from the blankets, he realized his pubic hair was caught in his underwear. Adjusting himself, he sat up and dangled his legs over the side of the bed. He was going to rise and turn on the light, but a soft rapping made him stay where he was.
“Come in.”
To his surprise, Renner entered. After what happened, Quintus didn’t think he’d see him again.
“McBride told me to check on you.”
Ah . It was exactly what he thought. Renner wasn’t here of his own free will but at the behest of his master. Still, he was here, and after McBride had caught them in what Quintus thought was a compromising position. Clearly, it wasn’t, since McBride had sent Renner back in. Still, Quintus was relieved that he hadn’t done anything wrong. The fact that McBride made no issue about Quintus drinking from his slammer or pleasuring himself while he did so emboldened Quintus to engage Renner again. He wanted to taste him a second time and see if he had the same reaction.
“I’m thirsty.”
Renner swallowed hard, and Quintus was fairly certain he was about to back out of the room, but he decided the time had come to assert his authority.
“Come here.”
Despite the fact he was just as big and strong as Quintus himself, Renner approached and tentatively knelt down between Quintus’s spread legs.
“I should clean up.”
“I liked the taste of you before. I see no reason to change anything now.” Quintus reached out and stroked his finger over the fresh scar he’d made on Renner’s neck. He was rewarded with a soft sigh of surrender as Renner tilted his head. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“Sir?”
“When I touch the scar. What does it feel like?” Quintus knew that if he bonded to McBride, he would have a scar on his neck that McBride could tease. Of course, McBride would carry Quintus’s mark as well. Given how it clearly affected Renner, Quintus wasn’t so sure he wanted a corresponding spot on his body that would enslave him to another.
“It feels—it feels as if you are touching all the erotic nerves in my body at once.” Renner clenched his eyes closed.
“Explain.”
“I don’t know how any more than that.”
“If I keep stroking you here,” Quintus said, slowing the passes he made against the scar, “will you climax?”
“I don’t know.”
“McBride never teases you?” Quintus knew the lines between gentrymen and slammers were quite well delineated, but now that everything was falling apart, he didn’t think it mattered so much. All his life he’d controlled himself. Why should he continue doing so when all he’d done was keep himself from a world of intense pleasure?
“No. He touches a bit, feeds, then goes.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“I do. He’s nice.” Renner opened his eyes and looked sharply at Quintus. “I would not deliberately do anything to hurt him.”
“Neither would I.” Quintus kept right on touching his mark upon the devilishly handsome slammer. “Did he give you permission to bare your neck to me?”
“Yes.” Renner dropped his probing gaze.
“And you don’t want to?”
“I…” His voice trailed off. When Renner spoke again, his voice was a tortured whisper. “I shouldn’t want to as much as I do.”
Leaving off his scar, Quintus slipped his finger below Renner’s chin, urging him to lift his face until they were looking into each other’s eyes. He held him there for a timeless moment that he was loathe to break. He wanted to just stop time so he could memorize every smooth and rough
Maybe someday, millions of years from now, life would emerge from the genetic mess left behind. He fell asleep wondering what it would be like.
Quintus awoke to sharp hunger and burning pain. For a moment, he thought the wound he’d suffered had infected, but he realized the pain was much higher. Struggling to extricate himself from the blankets, he realized his pubic hair was caught in his underwear. Adjusting himself, he sat up and dangled his legs over the side of the bed. He was going to rise and turn on the light, but a soft rapping made him stay where he was.
“Come in.”
To his surprise, Renner entered. After what happened, Quintus didn’t think he’d see him again.
“McBride told me to check on you.”
Ah . It was exactly what he thought. Renner wasn’t here of his own free will but at the behest of his master. Still, he was here, and after McBride had caught them in what Quintus thought was a compromising position. Clearly, it wasn’t, since McBride had sent Renner back in. Still, Quintus was relieved that he hadn’t done anything wrong. The fact that McBride made no issue about Quintus drinking from his slammer or pleasuring himself while he did so emboldened Quintus to engage Renner again. He wanted to taste him a second time and see if he had the same reaction.
“I’m thirsty.”
Renner swallowed hard, and Quintus was fairly certain he was about to back out of the room, but he decided the time had come to assert his authority.
“Come here.”
Despite the fact he was just as big and strong as Quintus himself, Renner approached and tentatively knelt down between Quintus’s spread legs.
“I should clean up.”
“I liked the taste of you before. I see no reason to change anything now.” Quintus reached out and stroked his finger over the fresh scar he’d made on Renner’s neck. He was rewarded with a soft sigh of surrender as Renner tilted his head. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“Sir?”
“When I touch the scar. What does it feel like?” Quintus knew that if he bonded to McBride, he would have a scar on his neck that McBride could tease. Of course, McBride would carry Quintus’s mark as well. Given how it clearly affected Renner, Quintus wasn’t so sure he wanted a corresponding spot on his body that would enslave him to another.
“It feels—it feels as if you are touching all the erotic nerves in my body at once.” Renner clenched his eyes closed.
“Explain.”
“I don’t know how any more than that.”
“If I keep stroking you here,” Quintus said, slowing the passes he made against the scar, “will you climax?”
“I don’t know.”
“McBride never teases you?” Quintus knew the lines between gentrymen and slammers were quite well delineated, but now that everything was falling apart, he didn’t think it mattered so much. All his life he’d controlled himself. Why should he continue doing so when all he’d done was keep himself from a world of intense pleasure?
“No. He touches a bit, feeds, then goes.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“I do. He’s nice.” Renner opened his eyes and looked sharply at Quintus. “I would not deliberately do anything to hurt him.”
“Neither would I.” Quintus kept right on touching his mark upon the devilishly handsome slammer. “Did he give you permission to bare your neck to me?”
“Yes.” Renner dropped his probing gaze.
“And you don’t want to?”
“I…” His voice trailed off. When Renner spoke again, his voice was a tortured whisper. “I shouldn’t want to as much as I do.”
Leaving off his scar, Quintus slipped his finger below Renner’s chin, urging him to lift his face until they were looking into each other’s eyes. He held him there for a timeless moment that he was loathe to break. He wanted to just stop time so he could memorize every smooth and rough
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