Kian woke up again to find Shane asleep against him. He studied his face for a while, relaxed but with a hint of worry. A warm feeling filled his body at the knowledge that Shane worried about him, cared about him.

It had always been like that. The bullies beat Kian; Shane was by his side to help him through. He forgot his lines on stage, Shane was there to ease his embarrassment, tell him it wasn’t that bad. He was nervous about a show, Shane was there to tell him he’d do fabulous and it was nothing to worry about. And now, Shane had been there for him yet again.

He wasn’t sure where the urge came from as he reached out to touch Shane’s chest. Shane stirred slightly and opened his eyes, meeting Kian’s gaze. Not a word was spoken as Kian’s hand trailed over his chest.

In the back of his mind Kian wondered if he was allowed to do this without invitation. Shane smiled and he guessed it was okay so he slipped his hand inside Shane’s top, fingers lingering on his chest.

Shane sighed happily, encouraging Kian to go on. Kian liked the feeling of Shane’s skin under his fingers; he’d never intimately touched a man before. Been touched alright, but not touched anyone else. Even between him and the other slaves it had just been comforting cuddles, and Master would never let anyone touch him. He wondered how Shane treated his slaves. Was he making exceptions for Kian?

Kian stopped worrying as he decided to slip Shane’s top off. He still wondered when and if Shane would stop him, but for now he didn’t seem to have any plans to. Kian was unsure of what to do next.

Shane smiled and gave Kian a soft kiss before pushing Kian’s head down on his chest. Kian hesitantly sucked a nipple in between his lips, the soft moan escaping Shane and the feeling of Shane’s fingers entangling in his hair encouraging him to continue.

He came to a halt at Shane’s waist, his hands starting to undo his belt. He was still waiting for Shane to stop him, though it still didn’t seem as if he was planning to. The trousers came off and Kian looked at Shane’s now almost naked body. He reached his hand to stroke Shane through the fibre of his boxers.

Shane groaned and thrust his hips forward to meet with Kian’s touch. His head was going fuzzy with lust and he was dying for Kian to remove his boxers. He tried to be patient as Kian seemed unsure of what he was doing, but it was hard. He wanted Kian to touch him, really touch him.

He’d never had sex with Kian without Kian being restrained, and he’d usually have reached a point with his slaves where he let them touch him by now. He believed that bondage should be based on trust, not a slaves fear for his Master. Maybe other people thought different but Shane wasn’t looking to be worshipped, he just wanted a bit of control.

Kian finally plucked up the courage to slip his fingers under the elastic and ease the boxers down. He looked at Shane’s hard on. And it was hard alright. Kian revelled in the fact that it was him who exited Shane this much. Someone actually wanted him. And the fact that that someone was Shane made it even better.

He slowly clamped his hot mouth around Shane. He started to suck, it felt a little strange at first but he pushed it out of his head and concentrated on what he was doing, acting purely of instinct. Shane kept sighing and moaning, his fingers running over Kian’s face, obviously enjoying it.

He finally came in Kian’s mouth and pulled him in for a kiss. The just sat like that for a while, happy and content with the silence around them. Kian knew now was the right time…

"Shane?"

"Mmmm?"

"Would you… would you like to be my Master?"

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