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Greg’s thumb is digging into his windpipe. Greg’s eyes are blazing. There’s only one thing Alex can do. He falls to his knees.
“Please…” he begs.
“No. You’re not ready.”
Alex seethes. Anger and frustration roil inside him. He needs to be better.
What will it take?
~~~ *** ~~~
Quite frankly, Alex is getting sick of begging.
Of crawling on his hands and knees and pleading for the thing he needs. Every time Greg looks at him, every time those eyes rake across his skin, turning him inside out.
He needs so hard it hurts.
~~~ *** ~~~
And then one day… there’s a softness in Greg’s expression. A kindness.
Alex presses a gentle kiss to Greg’s knee.
For the millionth time, he pleads against his Taskmaster’s skin. This man he created a whole world for. This man who towers above him and connects him with things he didn’t know he was capable of feeling.
Greg sighs. It’s like a hurricane. Alex wants nothing more than to be swept away by it.
“Alex…” Greg sounds sad. “I can’t give you what you want. Not like this.”
“Tell me what you need me to do! Please! I’ll do anything!”
Greg rears up, and suddenly he’s terrifying. Alex has never seen him use his size, the power that lies beneath it, quite like this. Alex is not religious, but in this moment he understands what awe actually means. This is Old Testament stuff.
Greg deflates, sinks down to the ground next to Alex.
“I can’t be trusted. Not with you. Not with what you’re offering me.”
“But… but I do trust you.”
“I know. That’s the problem.” Greg laughs. It sounds hollow, fragile. “You physically can’t say no to me. You can’t do it.”
Alex gives a brittle grin in return. “I can try.”
A huge hand on his shoulder. The force of Him. It would take Alex’s breath, if he had any left.
He Will. Not. Beg. Not this time. His lower lip trembles.
“No.” It’s barely whispered, but it’s there.
“No!” Alex half-shouts.
Greg’s eyebrows shoot up, delight written across his face.
“NO!!!” Alex roars.
Greg collapses into giggles. His breaths wheeze. He rips the glasses off his face and buries his eyes behind his hand. His shoulders shake. Alex is over the moon.
“Well!” More giggles. “I guess I better fuck your brains out now.”