Chapter 3

“Tell me to stop,” Dave echoed against his skin as he unfastened Leonard's belt with clumsy, urgent fingers. The buckle clinked softly. He got the button open, the zip down, and pushed the trousers and briefs over Leonard's hips.

Leonard's cock sprang free, thick and full, curving up against his stomach. The head was flushed a deep, ruddy red, already wet at the tip. Dave stared, his mouth going dry. He'd imagined this in some dark, shameful corner of his mind, but the reality was more than he had ever imagined. He was freaking bigger than Adam, than all the lovers he had ever taken. 

He only hesitated for a few seconds before he wrapped his hand around the base, feeling the heat, and the velvety skin. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the slit, and he leaned in and licked it away, tasting salt and musk and something uniquely, essentially Leonard's.

Leonard cursed, his hips jerking involuntarily as Dave took him into his mouth slowly, letting his tongue flatten against the underside, tracing the prominent vein as he sank. He felt the thick head nudge the back of his throat and relaxed, taking him deeper. 

Leonard was big, stretching his lips, filling his senses. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks and using his hand to twist on the upstroke.

Leonard's hands tightened in his hair. “Slower,” he gritted out. “Or this ends before it starts.”

Dave slowed. He pulled off with a wet pop, looking up the length of Leonard's body, up to his face, just to see his reaction, to know if he was doing things well. Leonard's jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned down at him. Dave held his gaze as he took him deep again, letting his throat work, swallowing around him.

“Fuck,” Leonard breathed. He trembled as he watched, mesmerised, as Dave's lips stretched around him, as his cock disappeared into that hot, willing mouth. One of his hands left Dave's hair to stroke his cheek, his thumb pressing gently at the corner of his stretched lips. “You look… Fuck.”

Dave increased the pressure, sucking harder, using his tongue in a way he knew would unravel any man. Leonard's hips moved in tiny, helpless thrusts. His breathing grew ragged. “Dave, I'm close. Too close. You need to —”

Dave didn't stop. He wanted him to cum. He wanted to taste it, no, he needed to. He moaned around him, the vibration wringing a broken cry from Leonard's throat as he came with a force that seemed to shake him apart. 

His release hit the back of Dave's throat, hot and bitter, and Dave swallowed, taking every pulse, until Leonard was spent, softening in his mouth. He gentled his ministrations, licking him clean, before finally pulling off.

Leonard slumped back against the sofa, chest heaving, utterly wrecked. He looked down at Dave, kneeling between his legs, lips swollen and wet, and eyes dark with triumph and desire. For a long moment, there was only the sound of the fire and their ragged breathing, then Leonard moved. He reached down, hauled Dave up by his arms, and kissed him again, deep and searching, tasting himself on Dave's tongue. “Your turn,” he murmured against his mouth, and his hands went to the button on Dave's jeans.

Leonard's fingers worked the button fast. He dragged the zip down and his hand slid inside, warm palm flattening against the sharp angles of Dave's hip bones, and pushed. The jeans slid down his thighs, catching at his knees before pulling on the rug at his feet. Dave stepped out of them, one foot then the other, never breaking eye contact.

He stood there in just his black briefs, with his father-in-law's gaze hot on him. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with nudity and everything to do with the way Leonard was looking at him, like he was mapping a territory he intended to claim.

Leonard leaned forward from his slumped position against the sofa and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Dave's briefs. He pulled them down, slowly, revealing him inch by agonising inch. The cool air kissed Dave's skin, making him shiver as his cock sprang free, fully hard, the tip already wet and flushed. Leonard's eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly as he took in the sight.

Dave was completely naked now while Leonard was still half-dressed, trousers and briefs pushed down to his mid-thighs, his own spent cock lying soft against his leg. 

Leonard's hands returned to his hips, and he guided Dave forward until he stood between Leonard's spread knees. “Come here,” Leonard murmured, and Dave went, his knees bumping the edge of the sofa cushion. Leonard's eyes were level with his navel, and he could feel the heat of Leonard's breath against his skin.

Leonard didn't use his mouth, he used his hands. One hand stayed on Dave's hip while the other reached up and wrapped around Dave's cock. The contact made Dave's entire body tense. He drew in a breath, trying so hard not to climax from just a touch on his skin. 

“Look at you,” Leonard said, with his gaze fixed on his hand, on the way his fingers looked wrapped around Dave's length. “So desperate for it.”

Dave's breath hitched, not from shame but from desires. He watched, mesmerised, as Leonard moved his hand. The stroke was slowly torturous, a tight fist sliding from root to tip and back again.

“Is this what you needed?” Leonard asked as he pressed hard on the tip, a motion that made Dave's knees buckle. “To be seen? To be wanted like this?”

“Yes,” Dave gasped, the word torn from him as he braced a hand on Leonard's shoulder. “Fuck, yes.”

Loving the response, Leonard increased the pace, his rhythm becoming smoother, more assured. The wet sound of his hand moving over Dave's slick flesh filled the space between the crackles of the fire. Pre-cum beaded steadily now, making the glide effortless, obscene.

Dave's head fell back, and a moan clawed its way out of his throat. It was too much, but it wasn't enough. 

“He never looked at you like this, did he?” Leonard asked, breaking through his pleasure haze's mind to look at his face. His hand never stopped its relentless stroke. “Adam. He never took the time to learn from you and to see what you needed, did he?”

The mention of his husband's name with Leonard's hand on him, made his stomach tighten more. He didn't feel guilty, he only felt hornier. Dave shook his head. “No.”

“He was a fool.”  Leonard leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the tense plane of Dave's lower abdomen, and Dave cried out, his fingers tangling in Leonard's hair. Leonard's tongue traced a line through the fine dark hair leading down from his navel. “Giving away something this perfect.”

The coil was winding to its breaking point as Dave's hips stuttered, pushing into Leonard's fist. “Leonard, I'm—”

“I know.” Leonard's hand slowed, not stopping, but drawing the strokes out, long and languid, pulling him back from the edge. His other hand left Dave's hip and cupped him underneath, his fingers cradling his balls as he applied pressure. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and Dave trembled. “Not yet.”

“Please.”

“Tell me what you want.” Leonard's breath was hot against his skin. His mouth was so close that Dave could feel the promise of it.

“You.” It was the only truth left. “I want you.”

Leonard made a sound of approval in his throat as he released Dave's cock, leaving him achingly empty. Before Dave could protest, Leonard's hands were on his hips again, turning him. “Bend over the sofa,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for question.

Dave's heart hammered against his ribs. He wanted to ask what he intended to do to him, but he couldn't. He didn't fight that. He obeyed, turning his back to Leonard and bending forward, bracing his forearms on the worn leather cushions of the sofa.

The position arched his back and exposed him completely. He felt the cool air on his skin, then the hotter, more intense focus of Leonard's gaze. He was utterly vulnerable, presented like a gift to a king during his coronation. 

To him, this wasn't just revenge, he was fucking dripping for his father-in-law.