The Game

Warnings: Mild breath play and light CBT.

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“An escort, Gabriel? You know better than to break the rules like that. Sending someone my way is one thing, buying me a whore is quite another.” I run my fingers across his throat just to see what happens. When he trembles and his head falls back, it takes all my control not to do what I know he wants.

His pale blue eyes meet my deeper ones and he smirks, shifting so his thigh is between my knees. “I was seeing if you could tell he was one or if two weeks without getting laid combined with me doing the paying would get me to win that old bet about your ability to detect sex workers.”

I run a fingernail down his bare stomach before kissing his collarbone. “Do you remember what the terms of it were?” I’m sure he does or else he wouldn’t have tried it. Unfortunately, my memory isn’t that good; I’d nearly forgotten the bet completely.

Gabriel snickers, kisses the hollow of my throat, and nods. “Usual terms for one of our older bets – Loser does any one sexual favor for the winner. I don’t think I need to tell you what I want right now. You know what touching my throat does.” Of course I know. That’s why I did it. And I was going to leave him frustrated, but now I have to play by the rules and give him what he wants for winning that bet.

I pull him away from his desk and towards the office couch. While he wraps his arms around my waist, I kiss him roughly. He returns it with just as much enthusiasm, sucking on my tongue and nipping my upper lip. I groan into his mouth and continue enjoying his mouth until I need to get more air.

“You’ve been too busy with your own games lately, Gabe. Shouldn’t neglect your partner for over a month, it makes me think that you’re playing me like you do the others. And you know what will happen if you ever play me.”

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “One of the girls I picked up cried rape after rough sex and I wanted to deal with it by myself. The idiot police finally admitted a couple days ago that they didn’t have enough evidence to arrest me. Now stop talking and choke me, dammit.” I don’t completely believe him and should make him beg for it since he’s probably lying. But asking or begging is part of the game and we never play it with each other.

It takes just seconds to get his pants unbuttoned. My left hand brushes against his cock as my right hand covers his mouth, thumb and forefinger pinching his nose shut. He nods a little when I start to fist his erection fast, eyes never looking away from mine. A few curls dangle in my face, tickling my nose and cheek. Since my hands are occupied and I can’t move the hair back behind my ear, I deal.

Gabriel whimpers softly behind my hand and rocks his hips franticly. I know it never takes long to get him off this way, so I just keep tugging at the hot skin in my hand while keeping him from breathing.

He taps my arm twice. I pull my right hand away from his mouth and he takes a couple of gasping breaths before I cover it once more. Seconds pass until he stiffens beneath me and spurts his seed all over my hand and pants. I let him breath normally again as I examine the stain left on my khakis.

“I’m glad I always keep spare clothes here, Gabriel. These are new pants, too.”

“You came to see me in new pants? Then it’s your fault for not thinking they might end up dirty. What, did you just expect to talk to me and be on your way?”

“Pretty much. Then you decided to stick your tongue down my throat. I was thinking about calling the boy you gave me last night. He gave me his number, said it would be personal and thus not cost me anything.”

Gabriel just shrugs and gropes me, baritone voice smooth in my ear. “Second meeting with someone you played the game with? Means you wanna move into kinky sex. But you can get that here, right now.” I nod and let him remove my pants, one hand idly toying with his short chocolate locks.

I watch as he pulls his pants off and straddles my lap. “I can always get what I want from you. We agreed never to stop each other from doing whomever he wanted to, though. One of the few rules of this odd relationship,” I tell him.

“You wouldn’t want to drive all the way from The Lemon to his place hard as you are, would you? I know you’ll get it up again somewhere along the ride.” He kisses me and I shake my head as I return it. My hands cup his cheeks, I let my eyes fall closed, and I feel him brushing my hair out of my face. Then he lightly slaps me and growls in my ear, “Open your eyes or you’ll miss something I know you like watching.”

That tone of voice is impossible to refuse, so my eyes open slowly and my gaze goes between his legs, where Gabriel has three fingers inside himself. The sight makes my cock twitch. I groan a little, pant, and pull him close to bite at his neck hard enough to mark the creamy skin.

“That’s hot and all, but you mentioned kinky sex earlier and it doesn’t look like this is shaping up to be anything other than vanilla,” I say in between careful breaths. His response is to slap my cock. I groan at the sting and smirk at him. “Now that’s more like it, Gabriel Jean-Marc Ciel.”

Hearing his full name makes him dig a nail into the base of my erection. The pain draws a hiss from me, but I keep smirking because it’s what I want and the only way to get him is to provoke him. When I pull his other hand out of his ass, he finds the scars of where my penile piercings used to be and pokes each one with the sharp tip of his left pinkie nail.

“If I keep this up, you won’t last long enough to fuck me. I know you want my ass, Damien. So just tell me when to stop hurting you.” I’m stronger than he is. There’s no need to tell him anything. When I feel myself nearly slipping over the edge, I yank his hand aside and pull him down onto my leaking cock. He gasps, but doesn’t complain and grinds against me, a renewed erection pressing against my stomach.

The familiarity of his naked body against me suddenly strikes me as something nice after a month without having him. I shake the feeling away and jerk up in a needy rhythm that matches the one his hips are setting. Our lips meet without either of us meaning for it, but we kiss anyway. He pinches my nipples when I draw blood from biting his tongue.

Gabriel’s never had much stamina and comes for the second time not long after I hit his prostate with several deliberate thrusts. Now I’ll have to change shirts as well as pants, but I’m too focused on the feeling of being buried in his ass to care. I lick beads of sweat from his collarbone, shift my hips slightly, and laugh when the change makes him yelp.

I’m so close to orgasm that I can feel my body preparing for it by getting tenser with every movement I make. But it hits me harder than I thought it would and I groan Gabe’s name through clenched teeth, every nerve tingling while blood pounds in my ears. I know I forgot to breathe because I’m lightheaded when I finally remember to.

He gets off of me, a smile on his face, and goes to the bathroom to grab the change of clothes that we both always keep on hand here. I strip off my dirty ones, toss them onto his chair, and slowly catch my breath. As soon as he emerges with my new outfit, I pull them on quickly, stand up, walk over towards him, and kiss him one last time. It’s a slower kiss than all the earlier ones, which catches him off guard.

“Remember, Gabriel, no more making me go a month without you,” I say softly once I pull back. “Now I’m going to call Jordan and you’re going to make sure everything for tonight is in order, right?”

He nods and smacks my ass as I step out of the office.