𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

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𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

There is nothing like the feeling of a dirty little secret–one you cannot simply share with the world. There’s something erotic about it, knowing that secretly you belong to someone else and no one else knows. The little secret meetings, that lead to passionate sex and the whispered phone calls that make your adrenaline rush… The quiet whispers of love between two people who probably shouldn’t be together but can’t deny themselves the pleasure of at least trying to be together.

Jamie stood still by the hotel room window, looking out over the massive parking lot, and the surrounding trees and lakes. He was used to Lorenzo picking hotels in places with beautiful scenery and loved it greatly. He enjoyed seeing the beautiful mountains with snow-covered peaks in the background, the sun being hidden behind the top of the mountains creating an almost illuminated picture in the background. He found himself taking pictures of the scenery frequently when he was alone, wanting to remember the places he’d been. 

Lorenzo always came in later at night, but he always sent Jamie a little early to check-in, and order room service. Lorenzo usually got to the hotel room right after room service would leave, and it always seemed to work out perfectly. Jamie sipped at his caramel macchiato as he stared at the snow-covered ground outside of the hotel. He had always loved wintertime and had always spent the holidays with his family. He knew that in order for him to do that this year he’d have to miss work, so he was not going to go. He couldn’t really afford to miss work, with his bills piling up around him like the mountains that surrounded the hotel. 

He wasn’t one to take money from anyone, so he hadn’t even mentioned to Lorenzo that he was struggling. It wasn’t that hard for him to figure out exactly what the man would do. Lorenzo wouldn’t let him struggle, he’d pay his bills and do so happily. Jamie didn’t want the man’s money, that would just complicate things. Things always change when you involve money in them. Jamie had applied for a part-time position at the grocery store near his house. He was going to be stocking shelves in the early morning hours and then going on in to work for Lorenzo, and then sleeping. It was a good thing that Lorenzo and Jamie only met a couple of times a month in secret because he wouldn’t have time otherwise. 

He had thought about asking for a raise, but he knew that if he asked for one and got it, then someone found out about their relationship he could be accused of seducing his boss for a raise and that was not the case at all. He knew that Lorenzo would probably never let it get that far, but he couldn’t help but worry. 

Some parts of sneaking around are sexy, exhilarating, and adds fuel to the lust. Other parts, make the whole ordeal very stressful, and while Jamie wouldn’t change a thing of it, he didn’t much enjoy the stress aspect of their relationship. He knew that it wouldn’t be wrong for him to ask for a raise, he’d been working at the company for three years, he was established, and he worked hard. He was worth a raise, and he knew that. The fear of them getting caught kept him from feeling like he could ask for it, though. It was a lot less frowned upon for you to sleep with your boss if you don’t gain anything from it, granted it wasn’t exactly widely accepted but it was a step up. 

Room service had left about ten minutes before, dropping off the lobsters, salads, mashed potatoes, and the bottle of champagne. It was almost time for Lorenzo to get there, and Jamie found himself getting giddy with excitement. He couldn’t wait to see Lorenzo and be able to touch him again. The two hadn’t seen each other in a month because of Thanksgiving, and he had really missed seeing the man over the holiday season. He’d taken his mom and siblings to Maui. 

He had said he wanted to take Jamie to Maui with him, but because of his family going he couldn’t. They couldn’t let anyone know anything, that is what made them be able to keep this secret for a year. While, secretly, Jamie did wish they had a more conventional relationship, he didn’t want to give up what they had because it was so amazing. He’d like to wake up with him one morning on Christmas, share a cup of coffee and discuss their plans for the day. He’d like to sleep beside him every night and not just one weekend maybe twice a month. He loved their relationship, but he wished that he was able to have a normal relationship with him. 

The door lock clicked, and Jamie listened as Enzo pushed the door open and came into the room. He shut the door behind him and laid his bag by the closet, and walked over to Jamie. His hand found Jamie’s bare shoulder and he glanced back at him. Enzo had a fetish for cross-dressing, and Jamie loved to dress up for Enzo. It was exhilarating to Jamie that Enzo would get really worked up just from seeing him in the scanty little outfit he’d picked out in preparation for this night. He’d saved up money for a couple of weeks to be able to buy this outfit himself so it’d be a surprise. Enzo had bought him tons of little outfits to wear, but he had wanted to surprise Enzo because of Christmas. It was likely that they wouldn’t see each other again until after the new year because Enzo always went to Italy to celebrate the holidays with his entire family.

Jamie was disappointed that they wouldn’t see each other for so long, and he didn’t want to even think about it, but he knew that he had to. His Christmas was going to be spent working at the grocery store, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled. He didn’t have a choice though, he needed to pay his bills. He also needed to stay in the city so that he could visit his aunt in the hospital anyway. He sighed deeply as Enzo started trailing kisses down his neck slowly. His hands went to Jamie’s hips and he gripped tightly, the sheer fabric that covered his abdomen, hips, and chest scrunched up a little in Enzo’s hands.

“You look amazing, Jamie,” Enzo muttered softly, trailing his warm fingertips down Jamie’s arm slowly, bringing goosebumps to his skin and making his breath catch. 

“We should eat first,” Jamie said, glancing up at Enzo over his shoulder. Lorenzo smirked a little and pulled the smaller man’s back against his chest. Jamie sucked in a deep breath, feeling himself relax into the touch. Jamie was feeling the heat start in his stomach, radiating out and making his whole body feel like it was on fire. Lorenzo was able to bring Jamie to a boil quickly. It was different to Jamie for someone to be able to just simply turn him on without trying… seemingly so effortlessly. 

Jamie wasn’t used to someone being able to drive him to the point of a lust-crazed idiot, but he supposed it was alright because it felt really good when Lorenzo touched him. He was able to caress his body in a way that lit a fire inside him. His scent wrapped around Jamie’s senses, and he couldn’t help but lose himself in it. He couldn’t help but rest back against Lorenzo’s flat, and warm chest. He sighed and felt his worries recede some. Just being around the man calmed Jamie down. He longed for the firm hand of dominance he didn’t get when he wasn’t in their secret little meetings. 

“You’re right. Hopefully, it hasn’t been there long enough to get cold.” He said and put his hand on Jamie’s lower back. The sheer fabric was enough to keep him from feeling his bare hand, but the warmth still radiated onto his skin, and Jamie bit his lip. He regretted bringing attention to the lobsters, but he really didn’t want the food to go bad. He was starved, and he needed food before he thought about having sex or doing anything remotely similar. 

“Hopefully,” Jamie said, and followed Lorenzo, sitting down as he watched Lorenzo bring the tray with the plates of food on it over to the bed. Lorenzo set the tray down on the bed and sat down beside it. Lorenzo took the covers off the plates and handed Jamie a fork. The two began eating their food, chit-chatting, and catching up after the weeks they hadn’t been able to see each other. They were happy to be back with each other, to be able to see each other just spend some time together. It wasn’t always like this, the holidays had been hard last year too. After the holidays are gone, everything is fine because they can see each other at work, and then they spend every other weekend tucked away in a little hotel. It was a decent balance, and worked well for their busy schedules and keeping their secret. 

Though the pair had long perfected their poker faces when around other people, being so close to Lorenzo with their secret was an adrenaline rush. Knowing that they had to behave made it more fun the occasional time that they’d fooled around in the office. Lorenzo only ever fucked him at work once, but they’d teased each other when they were alone in there. Lorenzo’s office was closed off from the rest of the building because he didn’t have windows in the hallway. It was nice because the two had some privacy to tease each other and keep the excitement alive. They had always been immensely careful not to be caught, but just knowing that there was a slight chance they could get caught was enough to make their blood pump harder. It was incredible, the way their bodies moved together. 

“I brought the handcuffs,” Lorenzo stated, taking a bite of his crab leg. Jamie’s face heated up as his dick jumped. He had it tucked away so it looked more natural in the women’s underwear he was wearing. He felt uncomfortable in the panties if he didn’t tuck because his dick just didn’t fit in the front of the underwear. It was annoying, but he couldn’t help but be proud of his size nonetheless. 

Jamie hadn’t always been submissive like he was now, before he’d met Lorenzo he’d had a boyfriend and he was the top in that relationship. He wasn’t typically feminine, nor was he one to enjoy giving up control. But with Lorenzo, it just felt right. So, he didn’t really mind the change of pace, given that it felt amazing to him. 

He wasn’t really unfulfilled in his past relationship, in fact, he’d been in one the first two years that he’d worked for Lorenzo. His attraction to Lorenzo was vehemently denied until after his relationship had ended, but once the relationship was over, it was like a flood of lust and pent-up sexual frustration consumed him. He was encompassed by the need to feel the older man’s hands on his body. He couldn’t help himself, and the only thing that’d been holding Lorenzo back was Jamie’s relationship with Mason. Once that ended, Lorenzo was bound and determined to have Jamie in every way possible. 

The pair had only initially intended to hook up the one time, but it was like after they had sex one time, it was all they could think about when in each other’s presence. “Oh, you did?” Jamie asked, his voice teasingly raised so that it sounded more playful. Lorenzo smirked a little bit and glanced over Jamie. 

“I did, and I plan to handcuff you to the bed when we get done eating,” Lorenzo said. Jamie felt a shiver of anticipation race up and down his spine as he sped up his eating a little. He was more anxious than ever for them to get started, and the only thing standing between him and getting exactly what he wanted was the food in front of them. He wished that they had ordered room service after they had been intimate. It seemed like it’d be more fun that way. There’s also the whole sex makes you hungry thing. 

As they continued to eat, Jamie racing a little because he couldn’t wait to feel the man’s warm and dominating presence pressing him into the bed and pounding into him, they had small talk and focused on just catching up. Lorenzo asked about Jamie’s aunt, who’d been hospitalized for a while now, about his plans for the vacation, and put Jamie in a really uncomfortable position. Jamie stared at Lorenzo for a moment, chewing his food a little extra to delay having to answer. He’d not mentioned to Enzo yet that he was going to start working at the grocery store yet. The pandemic had hit him hard, and while he was still working for Enzo, the company was closed for the holidays and that didn’t provide a whole lot of monetary stability to him. He did get a check, but it was only for what he’d get if he worked a normal forty-hour week, when usually his checks were for sixty or more hours a week. But, they don’t pay overtime when the company is closed, so he lost a great deal of money. 

“Well, I… I’m staying in town this year.” Jamie said, finally. He knew that Lorenzo was going to know something was up because the year before he’d made a really big deal about going home for the holidays. 

“The past three years in a row you’ve gone back to Florida for the holidays. What exactly is holding you here this year?” Lorenzo asked, and Jamie bit his lip and glanced out the window. 

“Oh, the holidays are just getting to me this year, I guess.” Jamie didn’t have much else to say, without making it sound worse than it really was. He didn’t want to worry Lorenzo or have Lorenzo offering to pay his bills. It was very embarrassing to Jamie that he was struggling, even though it really shouldn’t be so surprising. He was only twenty-three, and while he made a decent salary as Lorenzo’s assistant, he lived in California and the cost of living was really high. He didn’t have a roommate or anything, so he didn’t have to share his space with anyone he didn’t know. 

“What do you mean?” Lorenzo asked, and Jamie shrugged, taking a bite of salad and chewing slowly to keep from having to answer. Lorenzo seemed to catch that, and pointedly stared at Jamie, and Jamie bit his lip again and looked away from Enzo in embarrassment. 

“I just don’t have a lot of extra money this year. My insurance went up on my car, the power bill has been more expensive because of the changing season, and the company closed two weeks earlier this week so I didn’t have as long to save up money as last year.” Jamie explained, and Lorenzo sighed and nodded. 

“I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?” Lorenzo asked, and Jamie shook his head. 

“No, I got a winter job, so I should be able to pull it together,” Jamie said, and Lorenzo raised an eyebrow and leaned forward a little. 

“Why didn’t you tell me it was getting that bad? I can help you, Jamie, it’s not too much to ask.” Lorenzo said, putting his hand on Jamie’s thigh and squeezing lightly. Jamie smiled a little but shook his head. 

“It’s not really your problem, Enzo. I can take care of myself, and it’s not that big of a deal. It’ll be fine.” Jamie said, and Enzo raised an eyebrow at him. Jamie sounded a little frustrated, and Enzo wasn’t quite sure why. 

“What has you upset?” Enzo asked, and Jamie shrugged. 

“I just… am not excited about the holidays this year. Usually, it’s fun, but this year it’s going to suck. I’ll be alone, and that doesn’t sound very fun at all.” Jamie said, and Enzo nodded. 

“You know, I can always skip a year at my aunt Cecilia’s and just visit for another holiday instead. We can fly to anywhere you want to and just get away for a little while.” Lorenzo said, and Jamie raised his eyebrows and shook his head. 

“As much as I would love to, I do have a seasonal job,” Jamie said to Enzo, and he rolled his eyes and pushed the tray of food out of the way, leaning up and getting over Jamie, pressing him into the mattress of the bed. Jamie sucked in a deep breath, looking up at the man who had captivated him. He felt his heart racing and his head beginning to go light as the blood ran from his head to his dick quickly. 

“Fuck the seasonal job, I can help you pay the bills at your place no problem,” Lorenzo said, grabbing Jamie’s wrists and pinning them to the bed above his head. Jamie bit his lip and stared up at Lorenzo. He did want to spend time with Lorenzo, but he didn’t want to ask for help, especially from Lorenzo. Jamie didn’t want him to think that he needed or wanted his money. Jamie didn’t want Lorenzo to think that he was using him, it seemed like it could easily be mistaken because that’s a pretty common issue that wealthier people experience. 

“I don’t want your money,” Jamie said, biting his lip as Lorenzo started trailing kisses down his neck. “I can pay my own bills.” Lorenzo laughed a little bit and shook his head, taking a moment to bite down on Jamie’s nipple through the sheer and lace material. Jamie whimpered. “Besides, you never miss a holiday with your family.” 

“Neither do you,” Lorenzo said pointedly. “Besides, if I want to help you and you don’t have a valid way to get your bills paid easily, why reject my help?” Jamie bit his lip and lowered his gaze. He wanted to trust that Lorenzo wouldn’t change after he helped me, but I’d seen rich guys do it before. They act one way, and then once they do something for you, you can never live it down. 

“I don’t want you to pay my bills. It’s really just my problem, we aren’t dating or anything so you don’t have to worry about it.” Jamie said, and Lorenzo’s eyes darkened as he leaned over the smaller man, dressed in a baby-doll lingerie set and looking over him with lust and something mixed in his eyes. Jamie blushed, unusually shy in front of the man’s eyes. He wasn’t able to look Lorenzo in the eyes because he felt so awkward for the first time in a year. He usually was so comfortable around Enzo, because they didn’t really talk about stuff like this often. 

“Who says we aren’t dating?” Enzo said, trailing his nose down the length of Jamie’s neck, making Jamie shake in his spot. He could feel his lover’s breath on his throat, making his skin break out in goosebumps. He felt his heart beating rapidly, his dick immediately hardening the rest of the way as he felt Enzo’s warm, muscular body resting on top of his. He whimpered quietly. 

“Well… I just thought…” Jamie said softly, glancing back up at Lorenzo, this time making himself meet his eyes. 

“Just because you and I are not open about our relationship with the public doesn’t make it any less of a relationship,” Lorenzo said, kissing the base of Jamie’s neck. “But, if you want to let people know about us, that’s up to you.” 

“I don’t know what I want. I want this moment right here to just be just… us. Can we just stop talking about this?” Jamie asked him, and Enzo sighed deeply and nodded. Lorenzo had learned that Jamie was impossible to talk to if he didn’t want to talk about something, and it was incredibly frustrating to the man who had always been in control. Jamie loved to push Lorenzo’s buttons when it came to certain things, and while it drove Lorenzo into a craze, it also immensely frustrated him. He wasn’t one to let something go on if he didn’t feel like it was necessary, but he knew that Jamie would only be more stubborn about it if he pushed it. 

Lorenzo knew what he’d do, though. He’d call Jamie’s landlord and arrange a payment to be made of the rest of the year’s rent. He knew that Jamie would get angry, initially, but he also knew that Jamie would get over it–eventually. In the meantime, Lorenzo would just have to make sure he kept Jamie in a good mood and it would be fine. He loved to do things for Jamie, and he wanted to do everything that he could to help him out. Jamie was interesting to Lorenzo. Lorenzo had been closed off for years when he met Jamie and things changed. 

Jamie had, in some ways, touched Lorenzo’s heart in a way that he never thought possible. He wasn’t someone who really was okay with commitment, but he knew that Jamie was different. Jamie had never asked Lorenzo not to sleep with other people, and at first, they’d both saw other people on the side to keep up appearances, but they stopped that pretty early on and Lorenzo hadn’t slept with anyone else since. It wasn’t something they’d really talked about, but he felt like it was the right thing to do. 

He wasn’t sure what to call them, or if he’d ever want to go public. He questioned how long Jamie would be fulfilled with secret meetings in little nooks and crannies, hidden behind the mountains. He wondered how long the relationship would leave Jamie feeling secure, or if he needed more. Lorenzo worried he couldn’t give him more. While he was attracted to Jamie, and even had feelings for him, he wasn’t one for commitment, and he didn’t even begin to know where to start. 

“What do you want to do then?” Lorenzo asked Jamie, playfully trailing his fingers down his exposed thigh. Jamie’s bottom lip quivered a little bit as he let out a shaky breath, his fingers clenching in the bedsheets. Lorenzo had learned rather quickly what would get Jamie shaking and desperate, and he used that to his advantage frequently.

Lorenzo gripped Jamie’s thin wrists in his hand and squeezed slightly as he pulled his hands up above his head and pushed him back into the mattress. Jamie stared up at Lorenzo with lust flooding his eyes as the man held him pinned down to the bed. Jamie shuffled a little bit and spread his legs, letting Lorenzo fall between them. “Tie me to the bed.” Jamie requested, a blush spreading across his face. He was glad it was so dark, he was embarrassed to think of Enzo seeing him blushing at a simple request.

Enzo smirked and crawled off of the bed, going to his bags and pulling out the handcuffs that he’d brought with him. Jamie blushed and watched as the man walked back to the bed. There was an air of mystery because of the darkness of the room that made Jamie’s skin feel electric against the bed. Lorenzo got on the bed and looked over Jamie, his heated gaze making Jamie heat up inside. “Is that how we ask for something, Jamie?” Enzo teased, trailing his fingers down Jamie’s side.

Jamie sucked in a deep breath and shook his head, biting his lip. He was filled with anticipation as he looked up at Lorenzo. “Please. Please handcuff me to the bed.” Jamie said, pleading with Lorenzo. He knew Lorenzo couldn’t resist him when he made a begging face, and he loved to use that to his advantage.

Lorenzo turned Jamie over onto his stomach and had him pull his knees up to his chest. Jamie stretched his arms up over his head and grabbed the headboard of the bed and watched as Lorenzo cuffed him to the bed. He pulled at the cuffs, his body feeling like he was on fire. He was so ready for everything that Lorenzo had to give him. He was anxious, his whole body felt like it was tingling, he needed Lorenzo to touch him in every way possible. He was going crazy with lust, and Lorenzo was going too slow.

“Enzo, please,” Jamie muttered, sticking his ass up in the air a little higher to draw the man’s attention to him. Lorenzo smirked a little bit and brought a hand down on his ass, making a loud slapping sound echo in the otherwise silent room. Jamie moaned quietly, feeling himself relax immediately. Lorenzo brought his hand back down again, this time a little harder, making Jamie release a startled whimper.

Jamie could feel his dick pulsing between his legs, his body tense and desperate. He needed to cum, really soon, but he knew that with Lorenzo that was going to be difficult to work out. The man loved to take his time and completely ravish Jamie, and while Jamie absolutely adored that most of the time, he also loved the quick and hard sex that would make him cum really fast. He knew that it was a slow day, they’d probably go faster tomorrow because they’ll be used to being together again. The first couple of times they had sex after not seeing each other was always like that, and even though it was sexually frustrating Jamie loved it, secretly. 

Lorenzo spanked Jamie again, his hand hitting even harder this time. Jamie jumped and let out a loud moan, his dick jumping in response to the slap. He had always loved a little bit of pain but he’d never explored it much until he met Lorenzo, and he had really found out how deep his fascination with pain went. He’d been thrilled with wax play, had thoroughly enjoyed being whipped with a riding crop, he’d loved it when he was put in nipple clamps and spanked with a paddle. He had never even thought of fantasizing about such things until Lorenzo got his hands on him.

The sounds of Lorenzo’s hand slapping against Jamie’s ass echoed in the room around them. Lorenzo was alternating between hard and not quite as hard smacks randomly, which was making Jamie lose it because he didn’t know what to expect. He was shaking and his dick was dripping. He was so horny, and he was only getting hornier as the minutes passed by. Before he could open his mouth to beg for something inside him–a finger, a toy, Lorenzo’s dick… at this point he didn’t even care–Lorenzo reached over them to the lube that Jamie had set on the side table. Lorenzo took a moment to pull the panties that Jamie was wearing down to Jamie’s thighs and began slowly rubbing his ass in circular motions.

Lorenzo dripped the cold lube onto Jamie’s hole and he blushed brightly and whimpered loudly. He had been expecting the feeling, but he wasn’t above whimpering at the cold. While he hated sex without lube, he hated lube in general. He still used it, but it wasn’t something he was happy about.

Lorenzo began with one finger, slowly working it in and out of Jamie, making him moan and push back against the finger as much as he could. Lorenzo’s hands were bigger than his, and it felt really amazing when he was touching him like this. He found himself groaning and staring intently at the wall. He was so close to cumming already, he couldn’t think about anything other than the feeling of the man’s warm hands. One hand had ventured up to cup Jamie’s dick while the other continued working his hole, stretching it out.

Lorenzo was taking his time, being sure to work Jamie up and get him as close to orgasm as possible without actually making him cum. A second finger slipped into him and Jamie let out a loud moan. He gasped a moment after as Lorenzo tightened his hand around his cock and pushed his fingers deeper into him.

Lorenzo began scissoring him, stretching him as much as he could. Jamie let out broken whimpers, burying his face in the bed. Lorenzo was driving him crazy, his whole body felt like it was on fire. His dick was hard as a rock, reddening and getting almost sore. He groaned a bit, feeling his thighs begin shaking. He needed Lorenzo, buried deep within his body. He needed to feel them connected, feel the man’s long and thick cock filling him up. He was so desperate. His head turned to the side and he groaned out, “Fuck me.” Lorenzo tsked a little and pulled his hand away from his cock. Jamie groaned in frustration, “No!” He cried out.

“What is the correct way to ask for something?” Lorenzo demanded, and Jamie moaned.

“Please fuck me, Enzo.” Jamie whimpered out, and Lorenzo smacked his ass. Jamie was blushing, burying his face in the bed to silence himself. He needed Lorenzo so bad he was sure he’d lose his mind if he didn’t get him within a few moments.

Luckily for Jamie, Enzo was rock hard and leaking himself, just as horny for the smaller man as the man was for him. Lorenzo quickly shed his clothing and smirked a little. Lorenzo had spent months learning the ins and outs of Jamie, learning what made his lip quiver, what made his cheeks flush with color, and even, what would make the man cum within minutes and he felt pretty confident in his research. He’d known from the moment that he saw Jamie that he had to have him, no matter the consequences, and he’d done just what he’d set out to do.

He rubbed some lube on his dick, stroking himself slowly, hoping to smother the heat racing through him. He didn’t want to cum too fast, but he knew with Jamie, he probably would cum just moments after Jamie did. Lorenzo looked down at the pale, firm round ass that was beautifully displayed for him and pressed the head of his cock against Jamie’s soft, warm hole. A moment of pushing gained very little resistance, and he was sinking himself into the smaller man with a loud groan.

Once he was buried all the way inside of Jamie, he paused for a moment and gently caressed the man’s body. Lorenzo was hoping to make Jamie more comfortable, but little did he know that Jamie needed very little to be comfortable in that moment. Jamie clenched his fists and tugged at the cuffs, not really trying to get out but just for something to focus on besides the larger man’s dick in his ass.

“Please,” Jamie uttered after Lorenzo had held still for a minute or two, “move, please!”

It didn’t take more than that to inspire Lorenzo to begin moving his hips, thrusting in and out of the smaller man with a force he was nearly afraid of. Jamie brought out the primal instincts in him, and all he wanted to do was completely ravish the man–he wanted him to be a beautiful mess when he was finished with him–and it was almost scary to Lorenzo how much he needed to make Jamie a complete disaster.

Lorenzo tried to start slow, and build up to the thrusts that would make Jamie squeal, but he couldn’t help himself from pulling out and burying himself back into him in rapid succession. Every movement of his hips made Jamie make some sort of noise, and Lorenzo couldn’t help but find himself ensnared by the song spilling between Jamie’s lips as he pleasured him. The beautiful little noises from Jamie’s mouth filled the room, along with his own groaning and the sound of their skin slapping together. Lorenzo was barely holding onto the part of him that was able to compartmentalize his feelings for Jamie–more specifically the feelings he should feel, and the feelings he did feel.

The rapid movements of Lorenzo’s hips were making Jamie quickly unravel beneath Lorenzo, and while Jamie was doing his best to hold his orgasm back, he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold himself back. He felt like he was on fire, every nerve ending in his body screaming at him for more, to just let go and cum before he went completely crazy. Jamie was clawing at the sheets, his hands gripping them as hard as he could as he fell apart beneath the older man.

Lorenzo quickly grew tired of looking at the back of Jamie’s head and uncuffed him, turning him over onto his back. It was maybe seconds before the two were back intertwined–barely long enough for Jamie’s panties to go flying–before their lips began fighting each other desperately as they rocked against each other’s touch.

It didn’t take long for Jamie to whine and his nails to dig into Lorenzo’s shoulders. Lorenzo loved the way Jamie looked when he came for him, loved the utter look of rapture on his face, and the sounds that escaped him. Furthermore, Lorenzo had grown to love the way Jamie instinctively grabbed at him, pulling him as close as they could get. They never spoke of the connection they felt, at least not in great detail, but those little things that Jamie did were enough to drive Lorenzo to the point of insanity.

The rocking of their bodies moved the bed and frame, causing the headboard to bounce against the wall creating a rhythmic drumming noise. Lorenzo momentarily worried about the people in the next room noticing it and realizing what was going on, but he pushed the thought to the back of his head. He knew that one of two things would eventually happen–the two would separate, or they’d be caught–he just wasn’t sure which he really wanted to happen.

In the hectic workweek, he was able to ignore his longing for Jamie, he could ignore the way he felt. On those long, lonely nights when he knew that Jamie was curled up in his own bed, thinking about God only knows what, while he thought about Jamie endlessly was torture. He knew what he wanted, but he knew how hard it’d be to achieve what he wanted without causing the world to think that Jamie had just had sex with him for money or whatever insanity the tabloids could come up with. He had to protect Jamie from that–but he couldn’t help but feel saddened by the thought of the two hiding in secret forever.

“Fuck, Enzo!” Jamie groaned, arching his back up as the man assaulted his prostate repeatedly. Lorenzo stopped moving at the sound of his name, feeling his orgasm beginning to creep up on him. He had always hated being called Enzo–until he’d heard Jamie utter it in bed, that was. Something about it just felt… right… when Jamie was moaning out Enzo.

Enzo could feel Jamie’s nails digging into the skin of his back, could hear the tremor in his voice as they found themselves closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. He could feel Jamie tightening around him and he was overcome with arousal at the feeling. He loved when Jamie began to unravel beneath him. The two locked eyes for a moment, before Lorenzo, bent down and captured his lips. Their eyes slipped shut and they continued moving, as hard as they could without breaking their kiss.

Jamie was first to succumb to the pleasure when Enzo grabbed his dick and started pumping him in time with his thrusts. Jamie felt like the fire inside of him was erupting, and he couldn’t help but let out a scream. The two kept moving, even though Jamie had already come between them, working towards Lorenzo’s orgasm next. Lorenzo almost taunted him about cumming without permission, but after having been apart for so long the last thing Lorenzo wanted to do was punish Jamie.

While Jamie was technically his submissive, Lorenzo had a soft spot for the boy undeniably so, and it was evident. Jamie forgot his role frequently in the throes of passion, but Enzo found his lack of control when being pleasured to be sexy.

Jamie was working himself back against Lorenzo’s thrusts, doing everything he could to make the man cum as hard as he had. Lorenzo was getting close, Jamie could tell by the way he was getting rougher and rougher, trying to go as deep as he could. He could feel Lorenzo’s muscles tense on top of him, feel every movement of his warm cock inside of him, and soon he hoped he’d feel the man cum as well.

Lorenzo gripped Jamie’s hips and rolled them over, positioning Jamie on top of him. Jamie blushed brightly looking down at the man as he sat down on the man’s dick. Lorenzo was able to get even deeper with Jamie on top, and Jamie knew how much that’d drive Enzo crazy. Jamie began riding him, pulling his hips up and dropping them. He was sure that he could feel the man as deep inside him as possible, and he found himself moaning loudly and wriggling his hips a little.

Enzo let out a gasp, pulling Jamie down by his hair and kissing him as passionately and deeply as he could. Jamie whimpered when the man’s hands started guiding his movements, moving them together as hard and fast as physically possible.

Enzo lost the battle with his orgasm, feeling pleasure wash over him as he pushed Jamie down on his dick one final time, holding him as he groaned out his name. He could feel the warmth of Jamie’s hole around him, milking him as he came and he was buried under waves of pleasure. He could feel how close they were, feel their bodies moving in time, he could feel Jamie’s breathing and it was all a lot to take in.

The two relaxed into each other’s arms, letting the moment drag on. They were still intertwined, but neither cared at the moment because they were lost in the feeling of each other. The pair stayed like that for hours, well into the early morning hours, exchanging little sweet nothings in each other’s ears as they forgot everything. They didn’t have any problems whatsoever, at that moment–everything was perfect as they exchanged whispers of their secret love.

[The End]

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 #2

Look in the comments by the Italian sentences to get the translations for each one. I’m not fluent in Italian, however I did try very, very hard to use the correct grammar and words in each sentence. If I got something wrong, please lemme know, I’ll change it. 

Tesoro - Darling/Treasure (I think it means both?) Cucciolo - Puppy 

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J A M I E

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Jamie had been encompassed in work for the past three weeks, planning the annual office Christmas party and he was exhausted. It took a lot of work to get everything up to Lorenzo’s standards for company parties and while Jamie loved Enzo, that didn’t make it easier to achieve pleasing him. He was picky, and Jamie was on edge. He hadn’t been able to see Enzo for the duration of the time that he was busy planning–Enzo had also been busy.

That was fine, Jamie understood. Even so, he was almost to his wits end. The next person who walks up to him with a problem of some kind was going to get back-handed. He just wanted to get out of his fucking head. He didn’t want to deal with another problem until he’d had a nice stint in subspace.

In the past two years, Jamie had deep dived into BDSM with Lorenzo’s help, exploring his limits, growing comfortable and familiar with their dynamic. He went through training, Lorenzo was so patient with him, allowing him the time necessary to adjust to the changes. He had struggled a little because he was used to being more neutral–but he loved  the release that came from it. He was stressed with work and when he got into subspace the stress melted away from him. Of course, with it being so busy around the holidays for both him and Enzo, he wasn’t able to  get there as easily.

Jamie sighed as he got himself a cup of coffee out of the employee lounge before walking out into the hallway. As he passed by the conference room he glanced in to see Lorenzo leaning over at the table alone. Jamie sucked in a deep breath and stepped into the conference room, slipping the door shut behind him after making sure no one had seen him enter the room. Lorenzo’s head popped up from the stack of papers he was leaning over, a smile overtaking his face.

“Hello, Mr. Warren,” Lorenzo said, his eyes sparkling a little. “How has your morning been? The weather is lovely today, isn’t it?” Jamie was in no mood for the pleasantries, but he knew Enzo would never give him what he wanted if he didn’t behave himself appropriately.

“Good morning, Mr. Bertarelli,” Jamie said, glancing around the conference room before he stepped closer to him. “I must admit, I’m not having the best morning.” Jamie couldn’t agree with the comment about the weather, he was not really in the mood to be having small talk about the weather.

“Oh, is something the matter?” While Lorenzo kept his tone neutral, his eyes were fully focused on him, worry lingering in the depths of them.

“I…” Jamie glanced back at the shut door behind him before stepping forward, even closer. The scent of Lorenzo’s cologne hit Jamie’s senses and he fought the urge to bury himself in Lorenzo’s arms. He was so fucking frustrated, he really thought he just needed to cry. “I was wondering if we could meet tonight…” 

“I’m sorry,” Lorenzo immediately said, regret crossing his face. “I have a full schedule for the next week and a half.” He said apologetically. Jamie didn’t really have a right to be angry at that answer. He knew this was a possibility all along–that Lorenzo was just too busy around the holidays to be able to arrange a time to meet with him. That didn’t mean it wasn’t just another layer of frustration that leveled up inside of him. 

“That’s fine,” Jamie said, ducking his head and glancing down at the papers on the table. “It’s not an emergency or anything.” He said, leaning over to scan over the document Lorenzo was looking at. “Sales are going up,” He noted in an attempt to cover his disappointment. Lorenzo immediately launched into sales numbers and advertising campaigns, thankfully, none of it was problematic. 

When the board of directors showed up for the meeting, Jamie politely excused himself, going to his desk in Lorenzo’s office. He let out a groan, leaning his head over onto his desk. “Fuck.” He grumbled to himself, breathing for a moment. A knock sounded on the wall beside the open door and Jamie’s head popped up. 

“Hey, Mr. Warren! I have someone on hold trying to reach Lorenzo,” Eve said, smiling kindly. Jamie sighed deeply, nodding his head as his hand immediately shot to his phone. “Line three.” She offered, making him nod again. He quickly picked up the phone and clicked over to line three. 

He wanted a break.

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Another long, stressful morning. Another night without any sort of release from his own head. He was do a tipping point, and just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. Nothing bad had happened since he’d taken a lunch break, though, so if it continued on this way, he might just make it to walking out the door. He sighed deeply as he walked through the main lobby of the building, a cup of Starbucks in his hand. He was hanging on by a thread, but it seemed like things might be looking up. 

I’ve got the venue secured, caterers, flower arrangements, decorations, multiple wine and champagne options… Jamie thought to himself as he walked. He came to a stop in front of the elevator, going to press the button to head to the top floor when he heard a gasp and quickly turned around.

A delivery man knocked into the Christmas tree in the lobby. It swayed and staggered for a moment, a couple ornaments falling off of it. Jamie let out a frustrated sigh, turning away from it so he could get the janitor to clean up the glass when he heard the sound of screaming and more ornaments crashing to the ground. Jamie quickly turned back around to see the tree completely tipped over, every ornament on it crushed on the floor. 

Without meaning to, Jamie’s hand squeezed around his cup of coffee, letting out a quiet whimper of pain when the hot coffee spilled over his fist. Tears flooded his eyes, and shook his head, dropping the coffee cup and running straight to the bathroom. He let out a quiet sob as he leaned over the sink, trying desperately to calm himself. He knew people had seen him run into the bathroom, it wouldn’t take long for Enzo to find out about it. He glanced down at his hand and turned on the cold water, sticking his hand under the stream of water in an attempt to stop the burning sensation. 

The bathroom door slammed open and Lorenzo walked into the bathroom, worried deep brown eyes falling onto him in the mirror. Jamie immediately turned to him, practically running as he jumped up into his arms and curled his legs around his waist. Enzo let out a little grunt at the impact, his hand immediately landing on the small of his back. Jamie buried his neck into Enzo’s shoulder, letting out quiet little sobs. 

“Precious, what’s wrong? How is your hand? Are you okay?” Enzo questioned, one of his hands coming up to rest on the back of his head, rubbing soothing circles with his fingertips. Unable to really think clearly enough to answer, Jamie just shook his head and clung onto him tighter, sobbing  more. “Shhh, shh, it’s okay precious, you’re okay,” Lorenzo murmured, brushing his lips against Jamie’s head. 

Jamie didn’t know how long it took him to finish crying, he just stayed there until he couldn’t cry anymore. When he finally did stop crying, Lorenzo gently urged him back, taking a couple pieces of paper towels out of the dispenser on the wall and wet them, gently wiping down his face with them as he murmured soft words that Jamie honestly couldn’t even focus on. He was surrounded by Lorenzo, even in a dirty disgusting bathroom–no offense to the janitorial staff, but they employed a lot of workers so it was impossible for the bathrooms to be spotless at all times–all he wanted to do was melt into him. 

“Jamie, sweetheart,” Enzo murmured softly, his lips pressing against the tip of his ear. Jamie flushed, his heart speeding up as Enzo’s breath ghosted against the skin behind his ear. “What is the matter?” 

“I-I just… am so tired ,” Jamie said, sniffling a little. “I’ve been working so hard, everything has been going wrong. I’m so frustrated. Nothing ever works out and I just–” Jamie broke off as he fought the urge to cry again. “I miss you.” 

“You’ve been such a good boy the past month,” Lorenzo murmured softly, his hand pulling him closer. His touch was warm even through the thin material of his dress shirt, grounding as he rubbed at his lower back gently. “You’ve worked so hard, and you’ve done so well , baby. I saw the pictures you sent me on the way back from the venue. It looks amazing. You’re amazing, Tesoro, and I have missed you so much,” The words sent a wave of relief rushing over him, his hands clinging onto Lorenzo’s jacket. Whenever Lorenzo slipped in the Italian terms of endearment, Jamie melted a little. Jamie wasn’t fluent in Italian, however he was under the impression Tesoro meant darling or treasure–something like that. 

“I-I just want to… please… c-can we meet tonight?” Jamie asked desperately, making Lorenzo shake his head. “Please,” Jamie said, his hand clenching a little around his jacket.

“We’re about to leave now. I’m going to tell everyone I’m ‘going to take you to the hospital’ but really, I’m going to take you back to my house right now.” Lorenzo said, making Jamie flush a little and shake his head.

“My hand isn’t even that bad, and you have meetings all afternoon! I’m your assistant, who’s going to cancel all of those meetings for you if I’m absent?” Jamie asked, making Lorenzo shrug. 

“I’ll talk to Mrs. Shepard about all of the meetings, she’ll reschedule them for a few days from now.” Lorenzo said, sitting him on his feet. “Don’t argue with me, Cucciolo, we are going home. End of story.” 

“B-But Enzo–” Jamie protested making Lorenzo look down at him disapprovingly.

“Who am I, Jamie?” Lorenzo asked, his tone calm but his eyes shone with the intention behind them. It sent shivers down his spine, his heart speeding in his chest as he lowered his eyes in respect.

“Master,” Jamie murmured, making Lorenzo nod his head.

“And when Master says something?” Lorenzo prompted, making Jamie suck in a deep breath.

“Puppy does it.” Jamie murmured, flushing a little as he looked down at Lorenzo’s feet. He could feel his eyes running over him, and the familiar tugging in his chest that tried to make him kneel in front of him. 

“Good boy,” Lorenzo murmured, brushing his bangs out of his face before he motioned him towards the door. “Let’s go,” Enzo murmured, walking to the door and out through the lobby. Enzo had him stand off to the side while the janitorial staff cleaned up the mess from the Christmas tree falling, while Enzo took care of arranging for them to take the rest of the day off. Anytime someone walked towards him, Enzo would call them away from him like he were in time out or something–which honestly filled Jamie with a sense of relief. 

He didn’t want to think about another problem ever  again. He just wanted to do what Enzo said, so that he could relax some. It took a surprising amount of effort to keep from sinking to his knees. He was more than just ready to get more. He just wanted to get back to Lorenzo’s so that he could sink. 

It seemed to take forever for Lorenzo to finish talking with everyone he had to talk to for them to leave but Jamie was too excited to care. When they finally reached Lorenzo’s house, Jamie could’ve cried again from relief. Finally, his mind practically sighed, pulling himself up out of the car and all but skipping to the door behind Lorenzo. 

“Did you have lunch while you were out this afternoon?” Jamie nodded his head. “What did you have?” Lorenzo asked skeptically, making Jamie pout.

“I had a chicken Caesar salad.” Jamie said, making Lorenzo nod his head. “I’m ready. I-I want a scene, please , I know there’s procedure and stuff you like to go through, but it’s been so long and I-” 

“Safety first, safety second…” Lorenzo said, crossing his arms. Jamie sighed. Sometimes, Lorenzo and his safety rules made Jamie a little crazy. He understood that it was different from regular sex, but he was just… desperate.  He just wanted to get down to business. It was inevitable when Enzo pinned him with that look combined with that tone of voice that he wasn’t going to just ‘get down to business’ with him.

“Safety first, safety second,” Jamie recited, earning a pleased smile from Lorenzo, who leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, and then his cheek, down to his ear. A brush of Lorenzo’s lips against the skin behind his ear made Jamie shiver a little, a moan falling out of his mouth as Lorenzo bit down into his skin. 

“Good boy. Kneel in front of the couch and we’ll begin our conversation, Cucciolo,” Lorenzo said, making Jamie nod. He would put up with a conversation–at this point, what more could he do? He knew Lorenzo just wanted to keep him safe, happy–that didn’t mean he appreciated it all the time, but he did understand. 

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“Jamie,” Lorenzo said, looking down over Jamie from where he sat on his couch, his hand resting on the back of Jamie’s neck. Squeezing, just enough to keep him focused, the feeling of his warm palm cupping his neck made his heart soar. Jamie nodded his head, looking up at Lorenzo desperately. Anything, I’m ready, please…  he usually didn’t mind the drawn out conversations covering the things he really didn’t need a refresher course on–but today was different. He was achingly hard the entire time he kneeled in the floor, his entire body burning with the weight of his arousal. He just needed him . Master.

“Yes, Master,” Jamie answered dutifully, lowering his eyes but raising his chin so as to bare his neck. Collar, Jamie thought, I want my collar. Lorenzo ran his eyes over him, humming lightly. 

“Go shower, clean yourself, and kneel in the playroom and wait on me.” Lorenzo said. Jamie couldn’t fight the sound of relief and exhilaration that escaped him, raising himself from his knees as soon as Lorenzo’s hand left his neck. Jamie turned and started towards the entrance to the hallway where the playroom was, before Lorenzo spoke again: “Clothes. Leave them here.” Jamie was quick to move, pulling the knot of his tie out before pulling his shirt out of his pants and working the buttons on his shirt as he stood behind the couch. 

Once the buttons of his shirt were undone, he pulled it off, carefully folding it before he placed it on the back of the couch behind Lorenzo, his tie placed on top of it. He then worked the buckle of his pants, pulling it through the loops on his pants before laying it carefully over the back of the couch, his pants quick to follow the shirt, folded and neatly stacked together, his socks being the last thing he discarded. He could feel Lorenzo’s gaze on him, practically burning into his skin everywhere they ran over him and he was on the verge of sinking already. 

The contrast of power, the vulnerability–he was naked, open, and obedient, the boundaries that previously held them back falling to pieces around him. Lorenzo was claiming him, his mind and his body as well. Here, within these walls, Jamie’s words were nothing but suggestions, he was someone’s property, someone’s pet–he wasn’t in charge. He didn’t have to think, he just had to follow directions. It was dizzying, relieving, a welcome change from the past almost month of being in charge all the time.

“You may go,” Lorenzo said after a moment, making Jamie bow his head and head straight to the playroom and into the bathroom connected to it. Goosebumps ran across his skin, the air in the playroom was slightly lower than the air in the rest of Lorenzo’s house. Jamie’s body burning on the inside didn’t change the outside temperature at all, and the contrast of temperature was edgier than usual on his erection. 

As he cut on the shower, his mind lowered it’s processing speed and he found himself empty headed as he crawled into the shower. The first droplets of water that hit him were icy and cold, but he was barely thinking about it. Everything was focused on his orders. He would be rewarded for these orders–they were his Master’s  orders, and that made heat flood through him. His only objective was to shower, and to clean himself. 

Lorenzo had specifically said ‘clean yourself’ so Jamie didn’t leave the bathroom until he was showered, and his hole was cleaned for Lorenzo. It was familiar, something he’d done a thousand times. It took him time to get into a submissive mind-frame because he typically had to take charge–the urge was always present anywhere except beneath Lorenzo, truthfully. It was only with Lorenzo that he could ever put himself into a state of such vulnerability–he trusted him in a way he’d never trusted anyone before.

This ritual had started towards the beginning of their dynamic, it helped Jamie slip into the headspace without overwhelming him. See the thing was, Jamie was used to control–to having it, hell, his job (despite being Lorenzo’s assistant) was all about him keeping control of Lorenzo’s day-to-day activities. While he felt relieved when he gave up control, giving up control still felt a little startling at first. Lorenzo had suggested him doing something before a scene that’d help him adjust to the shift in power, and they’d started doing different things until they found something that worked for him. Lorenzo’s patience with him really helped him feel comfortable, as well. If something didn’t work, they had to end a scene early, or if he just wasn’t sinking into subspace–Lorenzo took it all in stride and focused on him . 

What did he need, what did he want, despite Lorenzo being the Master, Jamie was the one getting to make all the decisions. That helped him immensely–being able to feel like he was still controlling things somehow made him relax at first. Now? He didn’t want an ounce of control. He’d had enough of control for one month.

Jamie dropped to his knees, resting his weight down on his heels, bowing his head while his hands rested on his thighs. He focused in on the positioning, allowing himself to momentarily worry over the intricacies of his positioning. Back straight, hand in the middle of his thigh, not to high or low, close eyes, breathe–in out, in out, in out, slowly, steadily. The chill in the room had him on edge, his cock half-hard because the chill was chasing away his erection . It just didn’t matter. Nothing did, but the silence of the playroom echoing around him.

As he waited, he found himself slipping into the familiar and irresistible mind set he desperately needed to be in. Jamie sucked in a deep breath, excitement coursing through him. He was ready, now he just had to wait on Lorenzo to come find him. By the time the door pushed open, Jamie had lost track of time, his entire body in a state of relaxation as he waited.

“Cucciolo,” Lorenzo said. Jamie kept his head lowered, eyes staying shut as he took a breath.

“Yes, Master,” Jamie answered. The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor had Jamie’s heart racing in excitement as he listened blindly. The footsteps stopped, not close enough to him because he couldn’t feel his presence beside him, but he didn’t open his mouth to complain. Instead, he took a steadying breath, listening to the familiar sound of the safe Lorenzo kept his collar locked in opening with a soft, brief squeak. Then, there was the tell tale sound of the box opening–the jingling noise that the clasp on the front of the box created when it was pulled open. 

Footsteps followed, along with the jingling dog tags on the collar–seven, one from each time they’d renewed their contract. It was a lot of tags considering that they’d only been doing this about a year and a half, but Lorenzo was insistent on frequent renewals while they were perfecting everything. Each time, the contract came with a new tag, each one identical save for the dates on them. 

When Lorenzo stopped in front of him, Jamie let out a pent up breath, his body heating up. He didn’t need to see to know exactly how Lorenzo was looking at him, he didn’t need an order to remind him to keep his eyes shut. Lorenzo was his Master, he didn’t do anything if Lorenzo didn’t tell him to first. Not here, in the playroom where he could be free from everything but Lorenzo. The only thing he’d never want free from. A finger landed on his chin, leading his head back. 

“Aren’t you just precious,” Lorenzo’s voice was low, husky, his voice so warm it threatened to melt the remainder of Jamie’s composure. He let out a quiet whimper, shivering a little as Lorenzo’s thumb brushed against his lip, parting them on instinct. Lorenzo’s pleased hum sent vibrations through him and he let out another noise as Lorenzo’s thumb slid into his mouth. He closed his lips around it, running his tongue along the pad of it. 

“Good boy, so good for your master,” Jamie moaned around his finger, his mind a delightful blank slate. Nothing mattered but Master’s praise and whatever he had to do to get it. “Did you clean yourself?” 

“Yes, Master,” Jamie answered immediately, excitement flooding through him.

“It’s time for your collar, then.” Lorenzo said, making excitement course through him even stronger. Lorenzo bent over him, he couldn’t see him, but he could feel him. His presence was warm and strong, dominating, and it made Jamie tremble a little as his cock hardened, fighting against the chill in the room and succeeding with Lorenzo so close to him.

When the collar slid around his neck and clasped closed, Jamie swore the relief washed over him. He took a deep breath, his mind and body seeming to sync together. 

“Open those beautiful eyes for me,” Lorenzo said, making Jamie blink his eyes open. He sucked in a deep breath as he looked up at Lorenzo. “Stand.” Jamie was up on his feet before he could blink, his arms hanging by his sides despite his desire to reach out for Lorenzo. He just wanted to be touched. He didn’t even care what Lorenzo was going to do to him. Lorenzo had left it pretty unexplained, and that made Jamie tremble a little in anticipation.

He couldn’t help but wonder what Lorenzo was planning. Was it going to be rough? Part of him hoped so. He always sank the hardest after a high-intensity scene. He also wouldn’t mind something more gentle either–he just wanted to feel their bodies moving together, wanted to feel the connection between them.

“You work so hard for me, Tesoro,” Lorenzo said, walking around him and stepping up behind him. Jamie whimpered a little, nodded his head as one of Lorenzo’s hands landed on his lower abdomen. “I see everything you do, for me, for my company, and it makes me so proud to call you mine.” Jamie’s breath caught in his chest as Lorenzo’s head trailed up to his chest, fingers brushing over his nipple. “I love you, Jamie. You are an irreplaceable assistant, but more than that…” Lorenzo paused for a moment as he pinched his nipple, Jamie’s moan filling the silence. “You’re an irreplaceable submissive as well. My  irreplaceable submissive.” Warmth flooded through Jamie at the words, his body sagging back against Lorenzo’s chest.

“M-Master–” Jamie started, making Lorenzo pinch his nipple lightly in reprimand. Jamie quieted down, sucking in a shaky breath as Lorenzo’s hand smoothed down his chest again, wrapping around his erection. He let out a moan, his hips pushing forward just a bit into the touch.

“Go get in the center of the bed, arms over your head.” Lorenzo said, releasing him. Jamie was quick to stumble forward, not even looking where he was going, crawling up onto the bed and positioning himself just as Lorenzo had told him to. “Good boy.” Lorenzo said, making Jamie’s heart flutter in his chest. He watched as Lorenzo went over to the chifforobe and opened it up, pulling out a bundle of rope from one drawer, and a cock ring from another. When he opened the third drawer, excitement coursed through Jamie. 

A blindfold was pulled out of the drawer, making him suck in a deep breath. Gentle it is, Jamie thought to himself. Lorenzo did different things to him depending on the kind of play they were doing. The blindfold only made it’s appearance when Lorenzo wanted him to focus on his touch. It was honestly probably for the best, coming down from subspace could be a little finnicky if he was distressed before doing a high intensity scene. Sometimes it had the desired and intended effect, other times  not so much.

Lorenzo balanced everything so carefully for him, put so much thought into each scene, into each movement he made when it came to this aspect of their relationship. Honestly, it made Jamie a little dizzy–and guilty , because he was so difficult. He didn’t mean to be.

“Jamie,” Lorenzo murmured as he crawled onto the bed beside him. “You look like you’re about to cry.” Jamie blinked a couple of times and shook his head. 

“I-I’m fine,” Jamie insisted, making Lorenzo sigh softly, a strange look passing over his face. Jamie’s heart clenched a little in his chest, a wave of sadness washing over him. “P-Please, I’m good boy,” Jamie said, looking up at Lorenzo desperately.

“You are good boy, but if you’re in distress, I wouldn’t be a good master if I took the scene further.” Lorenzo said, making Jamie whimper.

“M-Master, please, “ Jamie said, unable to help his voice shaking a little. He needed Lorenzo so much. He just wanted his master. “I-I can handle it! I swear, I can be good.” Instead of answering him, Lorenzo wrapped his hand around the back of Jamie’s neck, pulling him up off of the bed. Jamie let his arms fall down by his sides as he looked into Lorenzo’s eyes. 

“Tesoro, you’re already in subspace,” Lorenzo said, making Jamie nod.

“I-I know,” Jamie said. Lorenzo looked over him contemplatively, his eyes scrutinizing him, before he pulled him into a kiss. Jamie whimpered, sinking into the kiss immediately, his body melting into Lorenzo’s touch easily. He just wanted Lorenzo, he didn’t want to have to think about anything else. “I can handle it.” 

“Shhh,” Lorenzo said softly, pulling him closer. “We can have a scene when you feel better. Right now, let’s go lay in my bed, I’ll hold you and give you all the attention you could ever desire.” Jamie frowned but found himself agreeing anyway. 

“Can I keep t-the collar on?” Jamie asked, making Lorenzo nod. 

“Yes, Cucciolo,” Lorenzo said, making Jamie nod his head. “Let’s go.” Lorenzo scooped him up into his arms and carried him as he crawled off the bed, abandoning everything he’d gotten out behind on the bed. Jamie nestled himself up to Lorenzo’s chest, letting out a quiet sigh. Scene or no scene, at least Lorenzo was going to hold him. 

Even though you don’t deserve it,  Jamie’s mind poked, making him squeeze his eyes shut. He hated being so difficult. Why couldn’t being a submissive come more naturally to him? He wanted it so much, and it wasn’t even about Lorenzo–at first his interest had been inspired by Lorenzo, just because he knew he was into it and Jamie wasn’t not into it, if that makes sense. He’d never really called it BDSM when he’d done it–it was just random one-off things where he got a little kinky with his partner at the time to spice things up. It wasn’t the same as Lorenzo’s BDSM. 

Jamie’s main draw to the lifestyle came with the realization that it felt really good to surrender power to someone else. The first time he’d ever managed to actually hit subspace he had this moment of realization, like ah, this is why. Of course it wasn’t the only reason–the deeper they explored the lifestyle together, the more connected he felt to Lorenzo. Obviously,  he was trusting Lorenzo with a lot, and every time Lorenzo handled him easily and confidently that trust was deepened more, and more. It also provided him a brief moment of freedom from the bindings that typically held him back metaphorically.

Not telling people about their relationship added a spark to it, but it also made things so difficult. He wanted to be able to hug Lorenzo when he was having a bad day at work, wanted to be able to proudly say he was Lorenzo’s. Jamie wanted to quit having to see women flirt with Lorenzo–even if Lorenzo ignores him, it still pissed Jamie off to some degree because if he were with him publicly he knew it wouldn’t happen. Lorenzo was his master, he wanted people to know that. It was so scary though, he didn’t want to lose his job because as stressful as it was he loved it. He loved working with Lorenzo, feeling the spark whenever their eyes meet across a table or the way it felt to have Lorenzo brush his hand along the small of his back when no one was looking. 

It was hot, it kept them aching and desperate for any chance to be together, but… it also meant a lot of lonely nights. A lot of missing Lorenzo, of being jealous, and wanting desperately  just to be wherever he was. Jamie let out a soft sigh as Lorenzo laid him down in his bed–it was super comfy, a water bed. It was great for sleeping, not so great for sex. At least not rough sex. The bouncing seemed like it might be dangerous, honestly. The only times Jamie could remember having sex on the water bed was when Lorenzo was slow and gentle, taking him apart piece by piece with gentle touches and soft words, until Jamie was nothing but a pile of mush on the bed beneath him. 

“Come here, precious,” Lorenzo said, getting onto the bed beside him and curling his arms around his waist. Jamie nestled up beside Lorenzo, resting his head over his heart and slipped his eyes shut, listening to the soft thump, thump, thump, of Lorenzo’s heart. It was steady and calming, and it sent a wave of happiness through him. He didn’t really know why, whenever Lorenzo held him like this it just made him happy.

These moment’s made everything else not really matter.

“Master, I-I love you,” Jamie said, breaking the silence that’d engulfed the room. Lorenzo let out a soft chuckle and brushed his lips over Jamie’s temple.

“I know, Tesoro, I love you too.” Lorenzo said, making Jamie flush as his cock hardened noticeably between their bodies.

“It’s not fair when you break out the Italian,” Jamie muttered, making Lorenzo chuckle. 

“Why, do you like it?” Lorenzo asked, his arms wrapping around him a little tighter. 

“It turns me on,” Jamie admitted, making Lorenzo chuckle.

“¹Forse posso aiutarti con questo, piccolo.” Lorenzo husked, making Jamie shiver a little as his cock hardened the rest of the way. Lorenzo shifted a little, reaching his hand down to curl around Jamie’s erection. 

“W-What did you just say?! Something about cheese?!? That sounds like an–like an insult, ohhhh,” Jamie broke off with a moan as Lorenzo’s finger ran along the slit of his erection. “S-See n-not fair,” Jamie managed to get out as he squeezed his arm around Lorenzo’s waist, pleasure seeping through him. Lorenzo’s hand was so warm, and when it wrapped around his length, it made his hips push forward into the grip. Lorenzo’s hand started moving on his length, sending out shockwaves of pleasure through him.

He didn’t know how this felt so good  when he’d just been touching himself twelve hours ago the same way to no avail because his hand didn’t work as well after a while. Lorenzo’s hand wasn’t like, huge in comparison to his, it was slightly calloused just like his own, but it felt like a monumental difference to his attempts the night previous.

“²Sei perfetta, amore mio,” Lorenzo murmured into Jamie’s ear. Jamie shivered, a moan falling off of his lips as Lorenzo’s hand started jerking him off, his pace just right, the grip just tight enough that it made him shudder and want to push into his hand. Jamie scrunched his eyebrows together and peered up at Lorenzo with a desperate face, his teeth biting into his lip. 

“Y-You just love  to do this to me,” Jamie grumbled, his length pulsing in Lorenzo’s hand as he purred out another muttered Italian phrase Jamie couldn’t quite focus on because a wave of pleasure washed over him, knocking him senseless. Lorenzo shouldn’t be able to wind him up this way, not with nothing but some words he couldn’t even understand, but here he was practically fucking his hand while he muttered a bunch of– to Jamie at least– gibberish. It meant nothing to him, he couldn’t make out a word of it… but it made his length throb. Lorenzo’s voice shouldn’t have the ability to be so low and smooth, like dark chocolate.

“³Ti amo più della vita,” Lorenzo murmured into his ear, as he rolled him over onto his back. Jamie whimpered as his lips brushed along his neck, down, over the band of his collar, and back to his skin again. Jamie’s fingers bit into Lorenzo’s shoulders as he tipped his head back to give Lorenzo space, his body burning with need. He was tingling, his pleasure surging through him in waves that left him momentarily blinded, and all he could do was let out little moans as he tried to detect what Lorenzo might be saying.

His voice sounded so unwaveringly soft , right now. Like a brand new fleece blanket, it was wrapping around him, heating his blood and making everything hazy. Only, instead of hazy with sleep, it was hazy with lust.

“Tiamo piùdella vita?” Jamie attempted to copy him, making Lorenzo chuckle a little and brush a kiss to his shoulder bone. 

“Ti amo più della vita, amore mio. Ti,” Lorenzo murmured, nodding his head to Jamie, who replicated the sound as Lorenzo trailed kisses down his shoulder to his breastbone. “Amo,” Lorenzo whispered against his breastbone, making him shudder as he quickly stammered to copy him. Lorenzo did this sometimes–teaching him little snippets of Italian without him actually knowing what he was saying when it was happening. “Più della,” Lorenzo paused noticeably between each word, allowing for Jamie to replicate it as well. Not without difficulty, as Lorenzo’s lips were moving down the center of his chest. “Vita,” Lorenzo whispered heatedly against his pelvis. Jamie moaned out the last part, his cheeks flushing a little as the vibrations echoed down to his length where Lorenzo’s hand was still tugging him off. “Say it, now.” 

“Ti amo più della vita, M-Master,” Jamie managed to get out, making Lorenzo smile as he ran his eyes over him. “W-What did I say,” Jamie questioned, making Lorenzo hum. 

“I love you more than life,” Lorenzo murmured, pressing a kiss to his hip as he moved down more, getting between his legs. 

“I love you more than life, even in English,” Jamie murmured shyly, covering the bottom half of his face. He always felt so shy when Lorenzo say such romantic stuff to him when he was in subspace, everything just felt so much more intense. He just loved Lorenzo, loved these moments filled with heat and desperation. Even when Lorenzo was denying him what he wanted, he still always made sure he was comfortable and satiated. Lorenzo leaned down and took his length into his mouth, humming quietly around it. 

Jamie cried out behind his hand, his hips pushing up into Lorenzo’s mouth as pleasure overcame his senses for a moment. He felt so empty with nothing inside of him, he missed the way Lorenzo’s length filled him, made him feel closer. Even so, the pleasure from his hand was undeniable, and he quickly found himself growing closer to an orgasm. 

“⁴Sei così bella, Jamie,” Lorenzo murmured, pressing a kiss to the head of his erection, his tongue moving to run down the underside of his length and back up again. Jamie shuddered when his tongue hit his frenulum, applying just enough pressure to send Jamie into  a momentary moaning fit.

“I’m c-close,” Jamie managed to get out, making Lorenzo take his length all the way into his mouth. Jamie moaned, his head falling back as his hands moved to grip into Lorenzo’s hair, pulling just a little. His mouth was so warm and wet, it felt so good around his length, and with the almost illegal way Lorenzo managed to make his tongue vibrate–Jamie lost himself to his orgasm with a cry, his back arching as the world whited out around him momentarily. 

The feeling of Lorenzo’s mouth sucking on his length made his hips jerk and his back arch as overstimulation tickled at his senses. Before it could start to hurt, Lorenzo pulled his mouth off of his length and trailed soft kisses up his chest, only stopping when he was holding himself over Jamie, nose to nose. 

“Marry me, Jamie.” Lorenzo said suddenly, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss before he could respond. Jamie immediately sank into the kiss, his hands clinging onto Lorenzo’s as he lost himself in the kiss. 

“Pardon me?” Jamie gasped between kisses, making Lorenzo chuckle into the kiss.

“Marry. Me. Jamie.” Lorenzo said deliberately, his lips brushing Jamie’s in a way that had him shivering. “I want you to marry me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He confessed. “I know you’re worried about what people will say because of your position at the company, but I’m fully prepared to step down if necessary,” Lorenzo murmured, making Jamie pull back a little to look up at him.

“You’re not stepping down from anything,” Jamie murmured, looping his arms around Lorenzo’s neck. “Of course I’ll marry you, you don’t have to suffocate me into compliance. I’m already compliant.” 

“I just wanted to butter you up so if you turned me down you’d at least spare my ego. I’ve seen you when you get on someone’s ass.” Lorenzo said, making Jamie shake his head.

“You’re different.” Jamie said, flushing and lowering his eyes. “And you really buttered me up–swallowing? Since when ?” Lorenzo shrugged.

“Spitters are quitters. Plus the bathrooms far away, and the cum would’ve tasted way worse if I tried to hold it in my mouth until I reached it,” He motioned his head towards the bathroom door. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to repay the gesture,” Lorenzo laughed, making Jamie laugh.

“What if I wanted to?” Jamie asked, making Lorenzo laugh again.

“Is a ring so powerful?” Lorenzo asked. Jamie giggled and shrugged.

“I dunno, do you want the blowjob or not?” Jamie asked, making Lorenzo fall over on the bed beside him. 

“There’s my sassy little Cucciolo,” Lorenzo teased, making Jamie flush. “Let’s go ring shopping afterwards.” Lorenzo said, making Jamie roll his eyes as he crawled between Lorenzo’s legs, pulling open his belt. 

“Fine, but you’re buying me a new coffee.” Jamie agreed as he pulled Lorenzo’s length out of his pants. Lorenzo nodded his head, a smirk crossing his face. Jamie couldn’t help the dumbass smile that lingered on his face as he took Lorenzo’s cock into his mouth and started bobbing his head. This wasn’t exactly how he’d wanted this to end, but he couldn’t lie, it was better . He might not be in subspace, but now he had something better.

The promise of forever with Lorenzo–something he hadn’t even pictured as a possibility a couple years ago. The promise of sleeping next to Lorenzo, being held by him every night–maybe even proudly wearing his collar out… it made Jamie just feel happy , content. It didn’t matter what obstacles they may face in the wake of everything getting out–hell, maybe nothing would even happen and he was just paranoid–he’d face it head on. He’d do anything for him, for Lorenzo–for Master.

He had a feeling Lorenzo might’ve felt the same way.