Smutty Advent - Day 7

Day 7

Yves finished up his paperwork and set the phone to voicemail. It was time for his week off. He checked his watch. He was a little late, but it didn’t take long to walk home.

Tony had begged off early and promised to meet him at home. Figuring his boy was doing a little last minute shopping, he’d signed off on it. Now he was eager to be with Tony so they could celebrate not only the holidays, but their first anniversary together.

He went out the service entrance and locked the door, leaving the Christmas lights on.

As he turned toward the street, a figure stepped out from the shadows, a young man in torn, painted on jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed off tight, slender muscles.

“You need company for Christmas?”

It was a very similar to this one smutty advent post from last year that spawned Yves and Tony's stories in the Shibari Auction House series. Tony comes before Yves, reading order wise.

Shibari Auction House: Tony

Closing up the Shibari Auction House on Christmas Eve, manager Yves is looking forward to his hot turkey dinner and a week off when he's propositioned by a young man, offering blow jobs. Yves doesn't need to pay for sex, but he can't leave the young hooker out on the street on Christmas Eve.

Tony's been on the street for a long time, and now he's also on the run from his pimp. When the tall dude agrees to pay him five hundred dollars for the night, and then takes him home and feeds him instead of fucking him, he's worried it's too good to be true. He's waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Yves to turn out to be a serial killer.

Can anything real come out of this chance meeting?

Shibari Auction House: Yves

When Tony propositioned Yves on Christmas Eve, the man who runs the Shibari Auction House took Tony in for the week. Now that it's a brand new year, Yves wants Tony to stay, permanently.

Tony adores Yves and is more than willing to give up hooking in exchange for a menial job so he can stay with Yves. He's worried, though, that his pimp isn't going to be happy that he escaped.

Sure enough, their idyllic life is interrupted when Robbie shows up, threatening not only Tony, but Yves as well.

 

Sean

smut fixes everything

where the naughty boys come... and play

Shibari Auction House: Brent out today!

The follow up to Shibari Auction House: Joel is out today at Changeling Press!

Six months ago, Joel auctioned himself off to the highest bidder for a no holds barred subbing contract. Intrigued, Brent bought the contract and the two began a magical journey of discovery together. Now that the contract is almost up, will Brent and Joel go their separate ways? Or have they found something together that is far more than either of them could have hoped for?

Shibari Auction House: Brent is available here.

There's also an excerpt on the book's Changeling page, but I know you all want a steamy one, right? Right. This picks up shortly after this one ends.

Steamy excerpt:

“Washing dishes...” It didn’t really sound like a complaint.

“You’re almost done,” Brent pointed out.

“Almost.” There was a single pasta pot left.

Brent stripped off his clothes, then stepped back up close to Joel, their bodies touching, rubbing.

“Master.” The pot was rinsed, put on the rack.

“Yes?” Brent started rocking them, his prick sliding along Joel’s ass. This man drove him to distraction, made him want. Made him need more than anyone ever had.

“Yes.” The single word was full of satisfaction, Joel’s voice becoming thick.

“Yes.” Brent nodded, mouth sliding against Joel’s neck.

Finding a spot, he bit at Joel’s skin, then began sucking. Reaching around, he flicked Joel’s sweet, ringed nips. These rings had been the first thing he’d added, Joel screaming for him. And coming. It had been a glorious tug of war between their wills, between pain and pleasure and need and pure, beautiful stubbornness.

The Prince Albert had been next. That had been the nipple rings times a hundred, times a thousand.

Then they’d started with the tattoos. Each beautiful line had been discussed, traced first with fingers, then drawn by the artist and finally inked in with needles and pain. The end result was so beautiful.

Now Joel was his, head to toe.

“Dishes are done.” And Joel was hard, so eager for him, for his touch, his will.

“Excellent.” He let his hand drop down and grab Joel’s leather-wrapped cock. The sound at the tip went in deep, piercing the sweet cock.

He tapped the tip, then reached down for Joel’s balls. Sweet, bare nuts. So sensitive, so delicate.
“I’m going to whip these tonight.” He’d never done that before, only ever dragged the whip and flogger across them. But he had a new whip, small and soft. Perfect for the job.

Joel whimpered for him, balls wrinkling in Brent’s hand. His boy’s body vibrated, like Joel didn’t know whether to push forward or pull back. Joel no doubt wanted both.

Sean 

smut fixes everything