Free Briefcase Booty by SA Welsh

control sometimes, in the bedroom. It doesn’t mean you’re not in charge or dominant the rest of the time. In case you don’t remember, I’m aware of your need to lead,” Luka pointed out bluntly.
    It wasn’t as if Peter was some egomaniac who thought a man needed to be in charge, but it did grate on him when he wasn’t in control of some elements of his life. He also knew Luka was the only person he’d always been able to be completely himself with. And Luka told him when he was being a bossy jerk, too.
    When they were kids, it had always been Luka who calmed him down after a row with his parents or in school, and the only one he’d given up any sort of control to willingly. But he’d never dreamed that would ever be the case sexually.
    Despite the nap Peter found he was really tired, bone-tired all of a sudden, as if there was too much weighing him down. And Luka seemed so calm and confident in what he wanted. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Tell me what to do.”
    “That’s where you’re getting all messed up, Peter. It’s not about telling you what to do, it’s about letting you give up control, and trusting that I won’t let you fall when you let go of all that need to control things you don’t trust. It’s about love,” Luka finished with a whisper, looking him dead in the eye.
    “Love?”
    “Yes. Now hush up and let me love you, you stubborn ass!”
    There was really only one answer to that. “Okay.”
    Luka climbed onto the bed, and—so slowly that Peter thought he was actually going to expire before the man got to him—crawled on hands and knees towards him. Luka pulled the covers he was using as a shield away from him with a teasing smile and wink.
    In a move that couldn’t be anything other than a challenge, Luka stared him down, reached down to grasp his erection, and gave him a teasing stroke while thrusting against his leg, so Peter could feel that they were both hard and wanting.
    There really wasn’t anything about what Luka was doing that he could argue didn’t feel good, so Peter let Luka carry on. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel as freaked out as when he’d freaked out after their last encounter. He wasn’t used to not being the aggressor or dominant partner.
    Luka forced his full attention again by leaning down and biting his nipple, torturing the little bud until Peter had to arch his back to try and release to pressure that he couldn’t decide was pleasure or pain. “Luka!”
    The pressure ceased when Luka let go, and Peter felt a bit lost without the intense connection. He only felt more bereft when Luke’s hand let go of his cock. But he didn’t have time to complain before he was thrown off balance by Luka catching a kiss and dominantly probing his mouth, ruling the kiss and expertly coaxing him into relaxing and letting himself be swept away.
    He didn’t even think to pull back when his chest ached and his body screamed that it needed more air. Luka ended it, and rubbed their noses together. Such a simple move, but Peter felt lifted and happy because of it and accepted the gesture for what it was, a reward for not freaking out or trying to take control back.
    Lying on his back on the bed, Peter really wanted to sit up and follow when Luka moved away completely. His muscles actually trembled, but he stayed still until Luka snorted and said, “You don’t have to wait for me to direct you, Peter.”
    “Oh. I told you I don’t know how to do this,” he hedged, slowly sitting up and looking at Luka.
    “Then it’s time you learned,” Luka said cryptically, and got off the bed to rummage around in one of bags on the floor. He’d really have to talk to the man about moving his stuff in properly, and hopefully it would be into his bedroom and not this guest room. When Luka came back to bed he had a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms.
    “Bit optimistic, aren’t you?”
    Luka just smiled back at him wickedly. “You have no idea. But if we didn’t have a