A New Gift ( Zombie and Coffee-Tastic)

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Frederick laughed softly, nodding. "I guess you're right. I will hire a few tutors so you learn as much as possible." He promised with a smile, brushing off what Ken probably wanted to say next. "If you don't want to enroll in a university, you don't have to... I told you already, I don't want you to think of me as some sort of a Master." The blond smiled, leaning against the tub slightly, sitting down on the edge. He huffed when Ken began talking about clothes, shaking his head. "I can help you with clothes, but you'll have to decide on them by yourself. It's not so much about how they look, more so are they comfortable... Ken, I'll make sure you live a good life from now on."

 

As he was kissed on the cheek the blond barely held himself from releasing a quiet giggle. He adored soft touches like this! "Oh... No, when we're in public we should avoid anything of the sort. Even hand holding could be seen, and... I just can't have my parents find out, not until I know I can keep myself financially without their help." Frederick spoke, gently taking Ken's hand to lead him out of the bathroom, back into his bedroom. Picking out a loose sweater and a shirt underneath, he offered them to his lover. "Try these on, roll up the sleeves and they should be good." He said, going through his pants. He finally decided on the simplest, but still fashionable and comfortable, sweatpants. "And these, the underwear is in the first drawer." The blond said, pointing to the other wardrobe for Ken.

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It wasn't going to be too hard to guess what Frederick would like on him over the others, so that issue was checked off the list. Ken has been subjected to dress-ups before, the outfits were not something anyone should ever go outside in, so it was actually nice to think that he would enjoy this better than that first time. And if Frederick did choose to put him in something exotic, well, he couldn't mind that either. Anything for his angel of a master. He took the shirt and put it on first, then the sweater and also rolling up the sleeves as he was asked of. He wasn't being commanded to do anything, only advised. Little things like this were doing good things for Ken, he was positive that Frederick didn't even realize it.

 

"Thank you, Master Frederick." he said sincerely, finishing getting dressed and ready to go. He says he'll give me a good life... He wanted to believe in that strongly, though he was reminded of the technicalities here. His purpose was to be a gift, a slave. Not a boyfriend, a lover, and definitely not a sex partner. Frederick might not ever want to take Ken back, he probably didn't even know where to take him back to, but his father can. If they get found out for any reason, the both of them would be in huge trouble. Frederick wouldn't be supported anymore and Ken goes back to auction. With that danger, he'd most likely the one to always keep an extra eye open. Ken even hoped that Frederick had the capability of knowing how to treat him badly. If they were hiding this from his family, that meant that in front of his family, he'd have to prove he was only a slave and nothing more.

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Frederick huffed softly, shaking his head. "Stop adding the Master to my name when we're alone. Just call me Frederick, or Fred, or whatever nickname you think for me." The blond smiled, looking over the other to make sure he looked good. He himself dressed in a pair of nice-fitting black jeans, a white button-up and a grey sweater over it. He looked rather charming, and nowhere near as formal as when wearing a suit. Motioning for Ken to follow, Frederick grabbed his wallet and walked out of the room. "If by any chance we do come across my parents... I'm really sorry, but I might have to be a bit rough with you... Please, try to forgive me for that." Frederick sighed softly, stopping in front of the other. Gently taking his hands into his own, the blond brought one to his lips, lightly kissing it. "I'll try to take good care of you."

 

Offering him one last smile, Frederick slipped into his shoes, giving Ken the ones he came here with for now. First stop would be buying actually comfortable shoes. As he walked towards the car, he glanced over at the taller male, now keeping his hands in his pockets. "Try to act obedient when we're outside somewhere. My servants may be loyal, but my father has more money." He smiled weakly, getting into the car. Patting the space next to him, he waited for Ken to get in as well before telling the driver to go. He was sure no one could see them, as there was a somewhat-wall between them and the driver, so Frederick could relax a bit. "Now listen. I'm going to get you a few pair of shoes for starters, then we'll find you pants, and if it takes up too long, we'll eat, go back home and continue some other day. Sound good?"

[Coffee-Tastic]

It wouldn't be so hard not to call the man Master Frederick, but sadly, the blond can't control the fact, that's what he was referred to in his head most of the time. If situation called for it, he didn't think there'd be an issue going back to the original 'master'. Again, he'd do anything for Frederick, his actual love for him only grew more with each thing he did. The kiss to his hand made his heart beat more violently in his chest and he got a quick passing thought that maybe things would really stay okay being with his new master. If Frederick knew how much these things affected him on the inside, Ken believed for sure he'd feel more flustered after doing them... He wanted to be everything the man wanted so badly... He hoped it would last for a long time.

 

"Yes... That all sounds good to me," he wanted to smile right about now, "You're a very kind person. I don't see how a slave was something your father thought of as good idea for a gift to you. Still. I'm very happy to have been a badly thought-up gift for you, I never thought I'd be treasured." After a small pause, he looked slightly troubled, then he corrected himself, "Treasured as a human that is. I look forward to pleasing you more, Frederick." Frederick to him sounded more full of respect than just 'Fred' or any other small nickname. He was aware that the name meant power and 'ruler'. Though his new master didn't want to be a ruler, it fit in his eyes.

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Frederick let out a soft sigh, placing his hand over the other's. "I act very differently around my father." He muttered quietly, smiling up at Ken slightly. It was true - around the man, he always acted like a true spoiled rich brat. He ordered others around, he didn't hesitate to use violence, although he never did something that would, as he sometimes said, leave a speck of dust on his clothes. He pretended to care the most about his appearance and status in general, although in all honesty, he couldn't care less about that.

 

As they stopped by the shopping center, Frederick motioned for Ken to get out, stepping out of the car as well. "Let's go, then." He said with a light smile, telling his driver to stay and wait for them for whatever time it took. As he walked into the center, the blond looked around, lips pursed slightly. "I'm guessing you've never had an experience like this, right?" He asked, heading straight to one of the biggest shoe shops. "We'll start here. Are the shoes you're wearing now comfortable? Not too small or too big?" He questioned while going through the many shelves, trying to pick something comfortable and fashionable at the same time. He couldn't have anyone walk with him and look bad.

[Coffee-Tastic]

"They fit just fine..." He said with his voice not as bland as before. Ken was nervous and shameful as well. Getting taken care of as if he was incapable... The idea of getting these things from a master was very baffling to grasp onto now that he was actually here in a place that he didn't belong. It was just so overwhelming to take in all at once. "Master. Might it be easier to take my measurements? Getting things from online... It'll be easier." That way, the most he had to look at was a screen and the man who would come bring the package. Not this, where were were so many people around. It wasn't comforting to know that they're eyes would be scanning over things to see if the liked it before they buy, something he could relate to on the 'to be sold' side.

 

People come around to here to purchase things. Clothes, toys, bags... Objects basically. Ken was merchandise as well, whether or not Frederick thought of that or not. Put on a market, being bought, given as gifts, being used and given away again~ He had the same experience these shoes have. "I don't want to be here, Master. I'm sorry." His eyes never moved up from the ground, the solemn expression on his face shifted into one softer from weakness.

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Frederick's gaze shot up, lips parting in absolute confusion. "Ordering online is far more of a hassle... It's more difficult to get the right size, and you have to wait." He said, completely disagreeing with Ken's words. Of course buying things in shops was easier! However, as the raven admitted not wanting to be here, Frederick's expression softened. Taking a quick glance around, he lightly placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it lightly. "You can't stay inside forever. If it's really uncomfortable... Today we can just look for shoes. Then we eat and go back home, how does that sound?" The blond asked with a gentle smile. He didn't want to make Ken too uncomfortable, but he had no intentions of giving him away again. So, he had to get used to a... Normal life.

 

Frederick looked around and pulled away slightly, gently pressing his palm against Ken's chest before letting go. "Don't worry. Try to relax and enjoy this a bit... Just try." He smiled, seemingly unaware of how hard his request could end up being. Changing one's habits so suddenly would be hard, especially after so long. He still wanted the other to do it, of course. "Hey, how about a small deal? You do your best to get through this and when we get back we can spend the rest of the day in bed... Either watching something, or not..." He grinned playfully, turning around to teasingly, but almost accidentaly wiggle his hips. Frederick really enjoyed the first time... He was sure the ones to follow would be just as good.

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Ken was thankful for the master understanding, his terms were okay and desirable as well. The playful wiggle was something he found so adorable and he swore that he was seeing pink hearts flutter around the blond boy. Why couldn't have he been bought as a gift for this man sooner exactly? If he were his gift maybe a few several years ago, he wouldn't have any problem adjusting and really being the boyfriend that Frederick wanted. He sis love the idea of spending the rest of the day in bed with his master. Ken would love it even more if he was allowed to comb his fingers through the golden hair of the one he loved... The slave was just afraid of being the one to do things on his own, just like how people would resist touching something holy and valuable. He was afraid to dirty it with himself.

 

"I accept the deal," Ken nodded, his dark green eyes slowly being able to raise up and stay at eye level, "I will do my best for Master Frederick." It was sad how he would rather stay at the mansion, but at least he recognized that in order to please Frederick, he'd have to get over this. Ken wanted to just skip time to a point he was perfect. Where he had enough clothes so they wouldn't need to come to this place again, having shoes and all those necessities, he wanted to be at Frederick's side. Ken wanted to stand proudly beside him and not ever look down to the ground unless there was something there like a kitten... goodness he loved those.

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Fredrick smiled a tad sadly, shaking his head. "Not 'master' Frederick, just Frederick." He reminded the other, leading him into the shop. The blond sat Ken down, looking around the shop quickly. "Wait here a bit, I'll be back in a second." He promised, and truly, he was back in no more than half a minute with the first pair of shoes - yellow Timberland ones. Setting them down, Frederick looked up at the other rather excitedly. "Come on, try these on. They're usually really comfortable!" He smiled, looking around again for more. While Ken was trying on shoes, Frederick walked through the shop over and over again, bringing him at least a dozen pairs to try on. The shoes were for all seasons, although most of them for autumn, obviously, as right now was, indeed, fall.

 

"So, which ones do you like best?" Frederick asked after all of the pairs had been tried on. He didn't mind buying all of them if Ken desired so, he didn't mind spending money on the other at all! No, in fact, it made him feel good. He felt like he was making a difference, even if just such a small one. Helping people in need, he really liked doing that... Whatever made him and someone else happy was obviously good. How could it not be? If it only made him feel good, that... That probably could be changed into something better. Although sometimes it was the only choice. Frederick still saw himself as the one he had to take care of most. After all, his life was, well, his.

[Coffee-Tastic]

No 'master' Frederick. Just Frederick... Ken reminded himself as well once he was corrected. He didn't think there was any stopping himself from making that mistake once in a while. He said it to everybody above him, but if he said it by mistake, at least Frederick wasn't going to do anything besides maybe give him a slap on the wrist. Nothing rash like he was normally used to. It was mind-easing to know that he could do that. Make errors and not pay for it... While trying them on, he remembered one of his first mistresses. She stretched out her leg and tripped him while bringing her wine, she made him bend over and clean it up for her, afterwards she made him kiss her from her from bottom to top~ her black leather high heels to her red stained lips. But in this moment, it wasn't a bad memory because he was imagining Frederick being that woman. That he wouldn't mind. He was a slave, but, hey, Ken was allowed to think dirty things too.

 

Ken looked up at the blond, then at each pair of shoes for at least a few seconds each one. Since he didn't think he could just say 'I don't know', he may as well pick a few. They were going to always be on his feet, so what did it matter... Almost all of them fit perfectly, but he only thing he could control was how many he'd buy. Ken pointed to four different ones out of the lot, "Those are soft inside and they fit well. If I'd pick any, it would be these... Frederick?" The name came out better than the times he'd force himself to say the name without the master attached to it, "After we get these, then we leave, correct?"

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Frederick nodded when Ken pointed at four pairs of the shoes. "Okay, then we'll get these." He smiled, looking around for someone to help them get the shoes back to where they were before and get the four pairs to the counter. At the question, he glanced back at the other, a small smile on his face. "I wanted to eat first, this mall has an amazing place." He said, explaining to the woman who came where the shoes had been taken from. "Can you grab those boxes?" Frederick asked with a slightly sheepish smile, pointing to three of the boxes Ken had picked out, holding one himself.

 

"Oh, and pick which one you want to wear for now. You should definitely change out of those as soon as possible." The blond added while walking to the cashier, quickly paying for the shoes. Looking back at Ken once the boxes were all put into bags, he offered him a small smile. "Come on, let's go eat. I bet you'll like the food there." He smiled, holding the bags himself for now. Honestly, he liked carrying a lot of bags when shopping - it was cliche, but it gave him that sense of happiness. He truly could be pleased by simple matters.

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"I humbly take your word for it, Frederick." Ken said next to him, still avoiding looking at other people, though he wasn't afraid to raise his eyes to get a better look at his master. Frederick looked as if he were in his element, so to speak? He didn't want to say anything solid with the blond because already in just a day, he proved to be so much different that he would think. The other man did look happy like this, enough for him to assume that though. Ken would even ask if he could carry the bags, but if Frederick could ask him to carry the boxes in the store, he would have given him the bags. His master could always get him to do it instead at any time.

 

The younger man wasn't a picky eater nor a person to care about what he ate. He's had his share of brief starvation and good feasts, it usually just depended on his master's mood and level of 'humanness'. "It is alright that I pick shoes, but now, I'd want you to pick what we both will have. I insist." he said with his dark eyes roamed his surroundings in one, scanning sweep. Though really... I just don't care as long as it's with you, Master.

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Frederick couldn't help a lopsided smile on his face. Ken's way of speaking was a bit... Funny, for him at least. He sounded like someone from older times, although not always, but when saying he would 'humbly take his word', he sounded like some servant from Middle Ages. His next words, however, had an entirely different effect on the blond. A faint shiver ran down his spine at the last two words, his lips parting slightly. He was sure Ken hadn't intended that, but it sounded hot. "Erm..." He blinked a few times before realizing he had been staring. As his cheeks dusted red again, he quickly turned around, beginning to walk.

 

"L-Let's go then!" He cursed himself mentally for stuttering. Really, Ken made him so nervous sometimes... Soon they reached a cafe, where the main dish seemed to be crepes, with everything from maple syrup to ham and cheese inside. As he sat down at one of the tables, setting the bags next to himself, he smiled up at Ken. "Come on, sit down. The crepes with sea food are really good, but do you like that?.." He asked with a small smile, leaning against the chair slightly. There was still a light blush on his cheeks. If the other wanted to, he could've easily found out all of his secrets. He was easy to read, like an open book of some sort.

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The younger man was not expecting to see his master react to his words at all. Ken watched that shiver go through Frederick's body and it took strength not to grab the blonde from walking and just stare at his cute, embarrassed and flustered face. He actually had no idea what he did specifically, but his master stared at him and he stared right back at him. Frederick also happened to stutter for the first time in front of him for being like this, the lost composure of his owner doing things to him on the inside.

 

"I am not allergic to any foods nor do I dislike anything enough to not eat it." Ken replied faster than he had before, getting the answer out of the way... He'd never stop appreciating Frederick's concern of his opinion, though he was wasting his breath speaking when it was with something like this. What reason did a slave have for refusing any sort of kindness? That and Ken could be considered a trash can by the way he could eat anything given to him with a near endless amount of space in his gut... It might not be important to add, but Ken wouldn't mind eating more things than just food with his golden haired master. He looked right to Frederick's eyes, his voice rolling over each word a bit slower, "Anything is good. I just want to get back to your home to complete our deal."

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Frederick felt like Ken was doing this on purpose now. He shifted slightly, crossing his legs. The blush on his cheeks became brighter, gaze darting from the menu to the ceiling and back to Ken. His voice was certainly getting to him. "I... You..." He stumbled with his words, groaning softly as he looked down at the menu. "Okay, so we'll get the crepes with shrimps... And mint mojitoa, does that-..." He decided not to waste time with asking anymore, especially since his words, even if not sexual at all, were slowly making him aroused. There was probably nothing worse than getting an erection in public.

 

As their waiter finally came, Frederick ordered their food, tossing a quick glance at Ken. After the man walked off, he leaned a bit closer, tapping his fingers against the table. "I'd love to get hot chocolate for dessert, too... Think you could do a bit more here, or do you want to go home sooner?" He asked, unconsciously biting his lip. Ken was affecting him in ways nothing else could. He'd had lovers before, but they didn't make him feel this way. It really felt like Ken knew exactly what to do to make him feel aroused. He knew exactly what spots to hit to make him feel the most pleasure... It was almost unfair.

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Ken felt so accomplished to get another reaction out of Frederick, the torn-ness between being flustered and casual reflecting in those eyes more than his master might know. The best part was that he didn't feel like he should stop either. He could see that he was the one lighting up his cheeks and Frederick was trying to let it pass over maybe, but he didn't get scolded for it. The blond was liking this. Ken definitely didn't start this up intentionally, because actually He started it first... Not me. Ken nearly smiled when he was asked the question. To him, he was saying, 'will you let me stay longer or say for yourself you want to leave.' The black haired man didn't like answering questions in the first place, so he didn't.

 

"I'll put it bluntly," he leaned just a little closer as well, only so that nobody else might overhear, thinking the change in his usual behavior might be to his liking, "I want to have sex with you, though it's your decision if you chose to wait out longer or not. I think I have more self control than my master however, so maybe you should direct the question to yourself instead, Frederick." There finally was a bit of his touch to his words. Sarcasm that is. He could clearly see the way he was nervous behind his blue eyes, seeing the shiver in pupil while Frederick looked at him.

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Frederick nearly shuddered at his words, blood rushing to his cheeks and... Not only there. He could clearly feel an erection forming. Flustered, he glanced down at the table, struggling to find words to reply to him. Ken really did put it bluntly... "You..." He stumbled over his words, only getting more embarrassed. "I'll just ask them to put our food to go..." He murmured, crossing his legs to hide the fact that he was hard. He couldn't get himself to look up at the other again, feeling as if he would just jump at him if he did. As their waiter came again, he asked him to get their food into containers so they could go, apologizing. He said that something important came up - thankfully, he got what he wanted.

 

"Now, uh... We can just-... Eat at the car?..." He spoke nervously, gripping the bags to cover up his front as he stood up. Looking at Ken with a slightly blaming look, he nudged his side slightly. "Grab the food, okay?" He murmured, trying not to look too impatient, or horny. He felt like a goddamn teenager - no one before could get him hard purely by speaking, but then Ken came along and messed him up entirely. "And don't. Say. Another. Word." He said firmly, lightly pointing at his chest. He didn't want to get any more aroused, goddamit. Especially not when Ken was right here, so hot, so... So goddamn sexy... He had to physically shake his head to get rid of those nasty thoughts. He didn't want to screw in a public restroom, like hell that would happen.

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Feeling cheeky, he nodded with a hint of a smirk on his face as he took the food with his eyes still on his master. It was obvious to him that Frederick was sporting a boner now, his face was too red for him not to and the way he held the shoes was also a dead giveaway. Still though, being a master of self control, Ken could freely walk and not show an ounce of excitement through his pants even while thinking of dirty things just like Frederick was trying to hold back on. He could never actually get the image of his master on his dick out of his head in the first place.

 

To think the power of his voice was so strong on Frederick, Ken could tell that on the inside he was feeling more in control. If it was any other master that was weak to his voice, he'd just always try to get himself out of having sex, maybe say 'later' or 'its better to wait isnt it?' For his angel of a master, he honestly did want to stay in bed with him all day, but if the chance arose, he wouldn't mind taking charge of more teasing. Frederick was so cute when he was horny.

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It was true - Frederick couldn't get rid of the dirty thoughts. During their walk to the car, all he could think about was Ken's voice, and how good it would sound whispering into his ear. As soon as the doors closed, he dropped the bags and pulled the other in for a kiss. He couldn't believe how goddamn much it all affected him. He pulled back with his cheeks flushed, his eyes hooded over by lust. "Now I don't want to get the car dirty, so..." He murmured, moving to cradle the other's laps, wrapping his arms around his neck. He couldn't hide how much he wanted this. He couldn't wait to have Ken with him again, he'd let him take control this time.

 

"So... Think about what you want to do to me..." He spoke quietly, tangling one hand into his hair, his lips parting lustfully. He didn't try to hide his erection anymore, pressing it into Ken's hips, lightly rolling his own. "I'll let you do whatever you want, and since I obviously can't wait..." He chuckled quietly, pressing a small kiss to his lips. "I guess we'll just eat in bed a bit later." He muttered, biting down on his lip. Really, there wasn't anything he wanted more in the entire world than to hear Ken's voice whispering exactly what he wanted to do with him into his ear. God, it turned him on...

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"Later... indeed." As much self control that he had, the closed off, private confides of the car gave Ken no real chance of keeping his wall up any longer. He was too attracted to his master to be able to hold out for as long and it was even more impossible when Frederick was being so erotic in is lap. Ken's mind had a hard time figuring out what he wanted to be looking at here, the blond's soft lips or his lust filled eyes, because he'd get lost deeply in any one of them he chose to indulge in.

 

Finally using his hands after his mind was staggering on his thoughts of Frederick, Ken put his hands on the older man's waist like before, though with added force, he made it so that the blond's rolls were going heavier on his crotch. There was no longer any question that Ken's period of self control was over from the hardness in his pants with his voice showing that lust more than anything, "I want my master on his back this time..." he went back to saying master to him, more for his own desires now, "I want to have his hands to hold onto me when I move. And I want to be rough with him..." Ken's hands also now took the bolder opportunity to grab two handfuls of the blond's ass, "Because I feel my patience running thin faster now that you're allowed to show me your impatience in this car."

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Frederick adored feeling Ken's hands on his body. He wished they touched him more intimately, but they were still in a car. They couldn't allow themselves to go all the way just yet... The blond let out a quiet moan as his hips were pressed against the other's groin more forcefully. He could feel it hardening, and boy, it excited him so much... When he began speaking, though, Frederick swore his mind went blank for at least a few moments. He breathed in sharply as his ass was grabbed, lustfully pressing against the rough grip, seating himself harshly on his cock. "Tell me more, more..." He whispered near hungrily, his cock straining against his pants.

 

"All the details... Tell me how you'd take me, tell me how... How you'd drive me crazy... Because I swear, you're already close." He whispered, leaning down to press kisses and suck on his neck slightly. Ken's voice did wonders to him. He wanted to hear it more, he needed to hear quiet whispers of how he would be taken, of how good the other would make him feel... "Ken... How rough do you want to be with me?" He asked lustfully, pressing hungry kisses to the side of his neck, slowly going up to his ear. "I can take a lot... I don't want you to hold back at all..." He whispered softly, beginning to rock his hips again to create friction, unable to even wait until they got home.

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All of his whispers happened to be starting to do the same effect on Ken as his voice did to Frederick. It was amazing how it could be so lustful and turn soft and desirable with the contents of that voice being so dirty. Each word the blond said ran inside of him with the same softness as silk brushing through your fingers, it sunk into his skull with safe keeping forever, it made his temperature rise even more. Ken needed to whisper in return, he realized. He wanted his master to melt deeper in front of him. "I don't take my orders lightly... Frederick..." Returning the vocal stimulation right back in the form of low, smooth words, Ken's eyes narrowed just slightly.

 

Just to show he wasn't joking, Ken put his hands into his master's hair, grabbing into it and pulling Frederick's head to face up. This exposed the older man's neck and he used it to his own pleasures, licking his fair skin and kissing up to his ear as well, "I want to grab you so tight, I leave your hips red. I want to cover your body in marks and make you mine.... And grab your hair when I fuck you." His golden hair was so soft upon touching it, he liked it more than he should. Before, all he wanted to do with it was pet him and comb his fingers through, but Ken seemed to have added this to the list.

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Frederick could feel a shudder run down his spine when the other called his name. He never realized how much he liked the sound of it... Or perhaps it was just Ken. He groaned softly as his hair was yanked back, his lips staying parted, eyes filled with lust. Yes, this was exactly what he adored most. As Ken began speaking, the blond couldn't hold back a few soft moans. He wanted that as well... He wanted marks to cover his body, but it could be dangerous to have any on his neck. He'd have to warn Ken about that...

 

The car soon came to a stop, and Frederick, sadly had to get off his lap. Tossing a lustful gaze at him, the man left the bags in the car to be carried inside by one of the servants. He hurried into the house, impatiently tugging at his shirt. The way to his bedroom had never seemed so long. Pulling Ken inside, he pressed their lips into a messy, hungry kiss, letting him take over the control. He was sure this would feel great. It was bound to... Riding him was already amazing, but now Ken would be able to actually use his body however he wanted to. What could be better?

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Is was a short time from when they were in the car being on top of each other and being in the room being on top of each other like this and just from the kiss they were locked in again, it was obvious that Ken's previous impatience got worse. He was devouring Frederick's mouth with his tongue like the filling of a pastry. It was tasty and he liked the flavor of this sweet's juices... Then, just as the blond took him towards the bed, the darker haired male did the same, pushing his master on the bed while keeping the kiss continuous for a bit longer. He was giving himself more of this kiss, not wasting his time stopping since he could multitask and work off Frederick's clothes.

 

Ken couldn't lie about this. It was hard to take off his clothes without looking at what he was doing. He was just so focused and at the same time, just a little bit mindless. But... He managed and when Frederick's clothes were removed, his kisses went down his jaw and detoured over his neck, his lips pressing against his skin tingling each time. "I don't want to have to stretch you," he mumbled against his bare skin with his voice dripping with his hunger, "Since we did it before we left... I think you should be okay." Ken didn't say this at all but, he wouldn't mind seeing his master with some pain in his beautiful eyes either.

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Frederick was loving the impartience and dominance over him. He moaned sweetly into the kiss, gasping out softly as he was pushed down to the bed. He wrapped his arms around Ken, moaning softly into the kiss as it continued. Realizing the other was trying to undress him, he assisted a bit, also pulling off Ken's shirt. By the time he was completely naked, Frederick desperately needed to feel more. All of the kisses felt like fire against his skin.

 

"As long as you don't go in dry, I can handle it." He moaned out, rolling his hips slightly. "The lube's on your right..." He murmured, hooking a leg around his waist with a mischievous smile. Seeing Ken like this... It really turned him on. Opening his mouth again, he reached down, teasingly stroking the other's cock. "Just one request... Don't leave marks on my neck." He muttered, his eyes hooded slightly. He still had to be careful. If his father found out... No, he didn't want to think about that right now. Not in this situation. Glad that he warned the other either way, Frederick could finally let himself relax into this entirely. It'd been a while since he looked forward to sex so much...