Hearts and Flowers, Ten Years After "How It All Began", NC-17
This is for
read_300300, who requested February 13th, ten years after How It All Began.
HEARTS AND FLOWERS
February 13th, ten years after How It All Began
Jack’s collar laid across his lap. With a damp cloth, he lovingly rubbed in the leather conditioner that kept it soft and supple. After ten years of use it would never look like new again, but its beauty and meaning were intact. Jack had stiffened up a bit with the passage of years, himself, but Daniel’s firm hands and judicious application of massage oils kept him supple, too. His master took very good care of him, which pleased Jack to the core.
Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and Jack had ordered two dozen red roses to be delivered to the house. As he painstakingly coated the collar, his mind wandered. With two dozen, maybe a dozen could be sacrificed? He pictured their bed strewn with petals, and his lips curved. They’d feel good against his skin, and the scent would be heavenly. He pictured Daniel above him, rubbing against him, and his cock stirred.
Or maybe he would take Daniel. He hadn’t topped since before Thanksgiving. Daniel on a bed of rose petals would be quite a sight. It was a day for romance; maybe Daniel would find it a romantic gesture to submit to his lover.
Hmm, bondage would take on new pleasures. For either of them. They’d discovered long ago that Daniel in bondage was a turn-on for them both. But Jack thought he’d rather be the one who was helpless in a sea of soft, scented delight. His cock twitched again, and Jack smiled secretively.
He felt a hand in his hair and turned to look up at Daniel.
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Daniel thought about the black roses that he had ordered for tomorrow’s holiday, and smiled. Black to represent what he and Jack were to each other, although red would obviously be the more traditional choice. Red was important on Valentine’s Day, and Daniel fully intended for there to be something beautifully red and throbbing with pleasure-pain as part of their celebrations.
Jack’s thighs, to be precise. Banded with red all the way around. Not just the sensitive backs and the tender insides, but the seldom touched tops and the often neglected outsides. He hadn’t done that in years, had he? Jack hadn’t liked it much, at least in the aftermath. He’d had trouble walking, sitting, sleeping.
Hmm, maybe just one thigh? Daniel’s eyes gleamed. Asymmetry. That always drove Jack wild. And a wild Jack was pure pleasure to torment.
He’d want to hold onto that fire-hot thigh when he fucked Jack. The best way, probably, he mused, would be to use a spreader bar between his ankles. Yes, Jack on his back, with his legs pulled over his head and fastened to the headboard. Get his ass at the right height, and Daniel’s hand would naturally and comfortably be gripping the reddened flesh and savoring its heat.
If Jack could keep from coming, he could fuck Daniel next. That would be a better gift than chocolate. Daniel grinned and reached out to pat the silvery head at his knee.
Jack turned to gaze up at him, and the soft, warm look in his eyes made Daniel fall just a little bit deeper in love.
It happened every day.