Just gon' say hi to a fren.

Hey dragon XD
shshshshsh.
No tell.

This was a request from way back, don't think I forgot 'bout you, m8.
Akairyuu_Shiro

Enjoy

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A handsome bearded man nudged his best friend and business partner, "He who holds the riches gets the bitches" (quote made possible by 0MrBrightside0 2017)

Jonathan snorted, almost spilling his drink in the process. He looked away from the crowd of people he hardly knew, his best friend taking up his attention with a wide grin. "Excuse me?" His voice expressed disbelief but also humor towards his friend's remark.

Luke shrugged and gestured across the room with his drink in hand, "there are so many fine specimen around here, why do you insist on staying here on the sidelines?" The bearded male watched his friend look around.

Jonathan's beautiful aqua jewels met plenty of eyes, different colors yet same intentions. See, Jonathan wasn't only rich, he was also well known by the ladies as being a sex god.

He hated it.

Having all kinds of women walk up to him to try and seduce him. Younger, older, tall, short, thin, curvy, it was a melting pot for him. Yet their goal was simple and overrated all on its own, get pregnant, get the money, that's how they all saw it. That's how they wanted the man to settle down when he wasn't even sure he was into women anymore.

He frowned at the thought, searching for the owner of glimmering chocolate orbs that were responsible for getting him into this mindset.

"Oh, I see you brought your maid," Luke hummed, watching a lone figure walking through the crowd, head down as to avoid eye contact with others that would be frowned upon by someone.

Jonathan waited, his lungs holding the breath he'd last taken until he was able to see those pretty eyes. The owner of the shining browns just as simple yet stunning, the one solely responsible for the question mark he'd set on his sexuality.

"Here you are, sir. They ran out of your favorite so I had to help down in their wine cellar to fetch some more," the small male held out a crystal clear wine glass in his gloved hand.

Jonathan smiled softly, taking the glass and thanking the boy, "Evan's not just a maid, Luke." He mumbled as he took a sip from the wine.

Luke raised a brow in question, looking from the godlike man to the humble boy. They were both admiring the dancing couples, simple curves at the end of their lips to form small smiles.

Then it clicked.

Luke smirked mischievously, finishing up his drink and wandering into the crowd to look for an oblivious female.

Meanwhile, Jonathan found it a challenge to keep his eyes away from Evan too long. He just couldn't help it, every detail about Evan's face was permanently etched into his mind. He found it difficult to tell Evan about how his beautiful innocent eyes were so captivating, how he noticed the golden streaks within them, how he noticed when they were a shade darker or lighter, how new golden streaks would appear or vanish, sometimes replaced with a dark orange. He was deathly afraid to tell him all that, even more so about how it only took him two seconds to notice everytime.

Evan, meanwhile, had to hold back because this just wasn't a fairytale, this wasn't the kind of story to end with 'happily ever after'. He was just a servant, nothing more. Though he couldn't help but count those clear freckles on Jonathan's nose and cheekbones, the ones on his back and shoulders were much more but God, how he loved to count those.

"Ah, there he is!" Luke showed up behind the pair, a beautiful young woman clung to his arm.

"Jonathan, there's a fine lady I'd like you to meet," Luke took the girl's hand and placed into Jonathan's who gave her a chaste kiss on the hand, "this is Sydney, one of my employee's daughter. Sydney, I bet you know this handsome devil."

Jonathan smiled politely at the blonde, who in turn blushed a light pink at the contact of his lips to her milky skin, "I do, I've heard so much about you, Mr. Dennis."

"Please, call him Jonathan," Luke grinned.

Yeah. Please don't.

"Now if you'll excuse me I'll be on my way," Luke called, dragging Evan with him, "let's allow the lovely couple to converse, hm?"

Evan looked over his shoulder, catching Jonathan's disappointed gaze. The small boy sighed and followed numbly, already missing his master's presence.

Once in a secluded corner, Luke softly pushed Evan onto the wall, making the boy's cheeks flare up, "s-sir?"

Luke smiled seductively, his hands slowly undoing Evan's shirt halfway, "don't act so confused, kitten. A beautiful young man like yourself should be praised like this everyday," Luke's rough hands gently ran from Evan's neck to his chest, playing with the hardening buds there.

"S-sir.." Evan was speechless, head thrown to the side, unable to look at the handsome man.

"And your skin, my it's so soft, so sweet," Luke latched his lips onto Evan's neck, biting playfully and making sure not to leave marks.

Evan's moans were starting to rise, reaching a new pitch as Luke's cold hands slipped under the black pants Evan wore, wrapping securely around Evan's shaft and pumping at an easy pace as well as penetrating his puckered hole.

His lips kissed up to Evan's ear, making him shiver in delight, "I wonder how those pretty thighs would taste . ."

That did it for Evan, his knees turned to jelly making him cling into Luke's shoulders for dear life, "Is my innocent angel enjoying this?" Evan nodded weakly, mouth agape in a silent moan as Luke quickened his pace on both hands.

"You're not innocent at all are you? Moaning and moving your hips like a desperate bitch in heat, it makes you look so fuckable."

Evan whined as Luke slowed, having heard aggressive footsteps coming towards them.

"Get away from him"

Luke smirked and wasted no time in breaking contact between he and Evan. The boy was left a panting mess, clinging to the wall for support, terrified at the pissed off look Jonathan had.

"We're going home, Evan."

Evan pushed himself off the wall and forced his legs to do their job, he nodded at his employer and gave a curt nod to Luke before standing at Jonathan's side.

Luke chuckled deeply and nodded, waving after the two, "Have fun!"

~

The ride was silent, tense, almost suffocating but they dared not speak up. Not until they were inside Jonathan's mansion, in his room, on his bed.

"You do not belong to him"

Evan's shoes and pants were pulled off.

"You do not belong to anyone else"

His shirt was torn off and discarded somewhere on the floor.

"They cannot look at you"

Jonathan's shirt was off while Evan bit his bottom lip.

"They cannot touch you"

The belt was loosened and taken out of the loops while his unbuttoned pants fell to the floor.

"We've gone over this plenty of times, Evan"

The belt was tied around Evan's wrists.

"I warned you I would punish you if you disobeyed"

The pale man pulled Evan to the edge of the bed, opening his legs as far as they'd stretch.

"You belong to me"

Evan's vocal chords were immediately put to the test, moaning out and screaming Jonathan's name with every thrust.

"Oh my God!"

And it was true, just as much as the little angel belonged to Jonathan, the god belonged to Evan.

His hips moved in such a flurry, shaking the bed off it's hinges in some parts and bringing the galaxy into Evan's eyesight. The sound of skin slapping against skin became so rapid that you'd have trouble counting each one without missing a couple few every other second.

Evan had never been fucked this thorough, this deep, hard, and fast, this fucking perfectly. Maybe he had never been fucked before this but he sure as hell wasn't going to trade him for anyone.

"Fuck! Master! Let me cum~!" Evan begged, clinging to one of Jonathan's shoulders as the man leaned over him.

Jonathan didn't give an answer, just nibbled and sucked on Evan's neck, loving the intoxicating taste.

Evan's orgasm pooled in his gut and he wasn't sure he could hold it, "please! Master, give me permission to cum for you~ I'm yours! Your good boy~!"

Jonathan smirked, whispering at an orgasmic tone, "cum for me, Evan"

Evan obeyed, not that he could hold it at all. His head was thrown back and his back arched at an angle he'd never thought possible. His seed stained both their chests but Jonathan didn't seem to care. Maybe because Jonathan was in the middle of his own orgasm, his cock milked so fervently by Evan's clenching walls. It was enough to send him over the edge within Evan's warmth.

~

They lay in each other's embrace, Jonathan on top of Evan, a silent and warm morning shared between the couple. Hand in hand, they looked to the opened curtain, the sun just starting to rise and wake those in their slumber.

"I love you, Evan"

Evan looked up at the older male, still catching a bad case of butterflies even if he knew Jonathan loved him. It happened everytime.

As the couple looked at their intertwined hands, their golden rings were caught by the faint light, shining with pride.

"I love you too, my jealous master"

~Bright~