Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

the servants to have a full bath at the ready, complete with salts that would soothe aching flesh, as well as a tray of simple meats and cheeses set up in the study. A fire had been laid and mulled wine simmered, giving the air in the room a sweet and heady aroma. Con recalled Ren favoring that type of wine once upon a time.
    All was ready, now he waited. Con ran the order of his opening dialogue over and over in his head. While he knew it was critical to re-establish his authority with Ren, a part of him could not help but want to put the boy at ease as well. After all, the faster he could get Ren to trust him, the sooner he could push the boy to divulge the plan Anzel had devised for him to carry out. If only the last six months had never happened. Con could imagine how a much different scene would play out this night. Oh if only he could write the script for the next several hours…he knew exactly how he would have wanted the evening to unfold…
    Ren would enter the room in a soft robe, his hair still damp from the bath. He would be hesitant at first, unsure of his welcome perhaps, but Con would set him at ease right away.
    "Ren, come sit down here by me. Did you enjoy your bath? Was the water warm enough for you, boy?"
    "Yes, thank you Con it was wonderful. It's been so long since I've had such a luxury…I…well…I wanted to thank you for thinking of it. The bath, I mean, thank you for thinking to have the bath ready…I…
    "Hush, boy. It's all right Ren, no thanks are necessary. Come sit down here by the fire and eat some of this food. Cook prepared it especially for you."
    Con would then motion to the seat next to him and watch as Ren slowly lowered himself to sit. Con would then share a meal with the boy, perhaps placing morsels into his waiting fingertips or even possibly pressing them directly to Ren's lips. Ren would open easily, using his tongue to capture the bit of meat and draw it into his mouth.
    Hesitantly, as if approaching a nervous thoroughbred, Con would reach out and brush the hair away from Ren's eyes. His boy would tense at first and then, with a small sigh, allow his head to fall into Con's hand. Slowly Con would slide down to cup his cheek. Leaning in, Con would whisper to Ren asking him for permission to rub his shoulders and back. Ren would comply willingly, turning slightly and dropping his robe down off his shoulders to let it pool at his waist right above the sweet cleft of in his cheeks that still glistened with a fine watery sheen.
    Con would reach out and massage those tense shoulders, rubbing continuously down the muscled back to the narrow waist. Ren might moan then and lean back into Con's firm hands, laying his head against Con's shoulder. It would take just a turn of his head and then Con would be kissing that sweet mouth, brushing his tongue against the sealed lips, hungrily seeking entrance. With a muffled cry, Ren would twist his body and push himself onto Con's lap, perhaps reaching up to grasp Con's head and pull him further down into the intense kiss.
    From that point on the only noises that might be heard would be those of Con murmuring how much he loved Ren and Ren responding with his own vows of love in return. Con would take the boy right there on the lounge, pushing away the downy robe to bare the beautiful body of his lover. He would kiss the silken flesh, golden and smooth, bathed in the glow of the fire; first, nipping lightly at his neck, then the rosy nipples that would harden under his skilled tongue and teeth, and finally diving lower to lick at the milky cum oozing from the long slender cock. Ren's back would arch as moans tore from his throat. His head would thrash from side to side as Con's tongue would continue to press gently against the glans and tip of the hardened flesh, finally being devoured into Con's hot and hungry mouth. Ren would scream just once as Con continued to work the rigid cock in and out of his mouth, licking and sucking until Ren was incoherent with ecstasy.
    Then, using just one finger, Con would dip it into the bowl of oil so thoughtfully provided on the supper tray and begin circling Ren's clenched hole seeking entrance. As Ren continued to buck and moan, Con would slowly slip in one, then two, then after many more minutes, three fingers, each time brushing against that sweet little spot deep inside Ren causing him to whimper and thrust back in return.
    Finally, pushing aside his own robe, Con would slick his own dripping cock