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Carson whined, shivering as the other teased his head again, his hands clenching behind his back. He bit his lip to muffle the sound, embarrassed. Though, the prospect he’d get to suck Jason off often was an exciting one.

As Jason kissed down his back, Carson sighed, letting his eyes slip closed as he focused on every sensation as he went. As Jason went around him, Carson looked at him, still biting his lip, shy even as the man stroked him. He struggled to keep quiet, used to having to be virtually silent when pleasing himself. The fact he couldn’t hide away, or cling to the man was… unsettling, but somehow also exciting? He wasn’t sure how to take it.

Carson looked at him with wide eyes as he spoke. The man was so confident… it was actually quite sexy. Carson wished he could be the same, but… His heart skipped a beat. “I… I want to be good for you,” Carson said quietly, squirming a bit. “I…” He was too shy, too unsure of what he wanted… frankly, he’d be happy with anything.

Jason frowned only slightly when he saw Carson holding himself back, so shy even as they were intimate like this. “You are such a good boy, you don’t have to worry about that.” his hands still stroking and teasing his arousal. “But if you really want to please me... don’t hold back. You don’t have to be quiet...I want the neighbors to be able to hear how good I make you feel.” his frown slowly being replaced by a devilish grin as his hands worked Carson a bit faster to draw a moan from him.

“And if you don’t know what you want... that’s ok too... we can take our time and figure out everything you like. I’m patient and I don’t mind exploring every inch of your body over...and over again.” His voice low as his let his lips wonder over the smooth skin of Carson’s neck and back. “But if you want me to pick I don’t mind either... just ask nicely. Say, ‘Sir, please pick for me.’”

He couldn’t wait to slowly get his new little pet to talk dirty to him, to turn this shy blushing boy into his good sub, unashamed of his desires, willing to cast aside his bashful demeanor to work together in mutual pleasure. 

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Carson was glad that his word got approval, relieved. But when he felt a hardness against his back, he shivered, biting his bottom lip. Gods, was Jason already that into this? The thought was baffling… and arousing. Carson let out a shaky sigh as the other kissed along the back of his neck, hot breath feeling amazing.

Carson blinked, his eyes wide as the other spoke of reward. And he wanted to turn, to look and see what the man was feeling… but he also wanted to keep being a good boy, and it seemed like Jason would want him to stay still. “Ah…!” Carson gasped as his crotch was groped, shivering as the other’s thumb teased the sensitive head.

Jason kissed that spot, nipping and sucking, and Carson whined, his knees feeling weak suddenly as his cock swelled. He blushed as the other rolled his hips against him, his heart skipping a beat as the other spoke. “Y… you noticed…?” Carson said, peeking back with a shy expression.

Jason took careful note of how Carson reacted to each touch, gauging how effective they were. He seemed fairly sensitive all over, which was an exciting prospect, one he hoped to make use of if they continued their arrangement. A knowing chuckle rippling through him as Carson peeked behind him.

“It was hard not to notice how you were staring...and where.” His thumb once again teasing the head of Carson’s arousal to emphasis his point, “You looked down right starved... and don’t worry you’ll get plenty of chances to taste it.” His lips were back at the spot between Carson’s neck and shoulder, moving down his back and around to the other side, his hand still teasing and stroking.

“You know you don’t have to be ashamed... I know I’m hot.” He didn’t have the slightest trace of doubt in his voice. “But so are you... and I’m also hungry for you.” As if his erection pressed against Carson’s back wasn’t enough to prove that.

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Carson hummed, his eyes fluttering as the other stroked his cheek, a light fluttery feeling in him as the other called him a good boy. Carson accepted the kiss, savoring it even though it was brief. Obediently, he stood, his hands moving behind his back.

Every coil of rope around his wrist had his heart racing, and yet… his mind settled, calmed. It was out of his hands now… and he trusted Jason to take care of him. Safe word… What should his word be? Carson’s mind wandered a moment, and he shivered as the other groped his ass.

“Poppy,” the word left Carson’s mouth before he knew what he was saying, but it felt… right.

Jason nodded, “Poppy... that’s a good safe word.” A small smile on his lips as he wrapped his arm around Carson’s waist, pulling the smaller man into his lap, letting his erection press against the small of his back. “You feel that? It’s case you’re such a good boy.” His breath hot on the back of Carson’s neck as he left a small trail of kisses there. “Good boys get rewards, what would you like Carson?” His voice playful but very much in control as his hand moved up the slender chest of his lover, tweaking a nipple.

“Do you want me to touch you...here?” His hands then dipped to cup his groin, his thumb rubbing over the head of his cock briefly, “Maybe... you just want to be kissed here?” His lips found the small junction between his shoulder’s and neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin.

His voice dipped lower now, “Or maybe you want a different kind of reward...” He rolled his hips, hissing slightly at the friction on his dick, “Maybe you want this in your lips? I could see how hungry you were for it when you walked in.” Unashamed of talking like this with his new pet. 

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Jason’s voice was gentle, soothing… and Carson let himself be comforted, reassured. He looked up into Jason’s eyes, searching them, and calmed down. He found he trusted the man… even not knowing him for long, he trusted him. And he wanted to be good for him.

So when the question of being tied came, Carson knew his answer before the question was finished. “Yes,” he began. “I would like that… Sir.” He added, hiding his face shyly in the man’s hand that had cupped his face, blushing lightly.

Jason smiled warmly, his thumb stroking Carson’s cheek idly, “Such a good boy... stand up and turn around. Hands behind your back and tell me if it’s too tight.” he leaned in and kissed Carson, it was short and sweet to reward him for being good. Then he let the smaller man follow his instructions and grabbed the small length of rope he prepared earlier, it was a smooth soft rope so it wouldn’t harm Carson’s delicate skin.

Once Carson had turned around he positioned the red head’s wrists how he needed them, carefully tying them together. “Tell me your safe word... we wont start until we both know it.” And while Carson was answering him, he indulged a bit and let his hands grope his tight little ass, licking his lips.

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“I-I’m not afraid,” Carson said quietly, looking away shyly, before leaning into the touch as the other combed his fingers through his hair. He sighed, slightly soothed by the other’s touch and his reassuring words.

He looked up, his eyes going wide and his heart skipping at the other’s words. you won’t be leaving this room a virgin. Carson’s lips parted, about to say something, but… but what would he say?Was he ready? He honestly hadn’t thought about it yet. Until yesterday, he hadn’t honestly thoughtanyone would be interested in him.

He bit his bottom lip, uncertain. “I… I don’t know… if I’m r-ready for that… but…” He glanced up, unsure. “I still want to… to try this? Is that- is that okay?”

Jason was patient, letting Carson think and respond, nodding when he got his answer. “It’s ok not to know...” Letting his voice be as gentle as he knew how, “If you don’t want to take that step yet it’s ok, this isn’t about forcing you to do anything. We’re in this because we want to be, your feelings are not less than mine. This ends the moment you want it to end.” 

He sat on the edge of the bed, cupping Carson’s face, making him meet his eyes, “How do you feel about being tied up tonight? It wont be tight or hurt... they will be loosely tied behind your back. Do you think you can trust me with that?” And that’s what this was all about, trust. Carson had already put more trust in him than he felt he deserved, and he didnt want to betray that.

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Carson’s heart skipped a nervous beat at the other’s tone and his eyes went wide. Hearing the time limit, he hesitated only a moment before dropping the towel, biting his bottom lip. He felt so… small. He kept his head bowed, blushing at how exposed he felt.

He walked over, kneeling slowly, before putting his hands behind his head. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he was too nervous to meet the other’s eyes… He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he couldn’t deny his curiosity or his genuine interest.

He peeked up, a shy look in his eyes, with a tinge of hopefulness. The other didn’t seem upset…

As soon as Carson did as he was told Jason stood up beside the bed, next to the kneeling red head, his eyes scanning freely over the other’s naked body. After he felt he had gotten a good look he let his eyes meet Carson’s, softening his expression slightly, “Please don’t be scared... you did what I said. You’re a good boy.” His fingers gently threading through the bright red locks, petting his new ‘sub’. 

“And you have nothing to be worried about, you’re gorgeous.” He could tell how shy the other boy was about being so exposed, how could he not be? Less than 48 hours ago he hadn’t even seen another man naked, and now he was in this position, Jason knew he needed to calm Carson and build him up, if this was going to work between them. This wasn’t some one sided attraction, Jason wanted him, and he needed Carson to know that.

“Now just so we’re clear on my intent tonight... you won’t be leaving this room a virgin. I plan on taking you but if you are not ready for that I need to know now. Also I want you to think of a safe word, something you’ll never forget. I need you to know that at any point, no matter what we’re doing, if you feel like something is too much, or you don’t like it you can say that word and I will stop.”

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Carson turned off the shower and stepped out, drying himself off. He looked at himself in the mirror. He still had little kiss marks on his skin, a flush to his cheeks… he was so small; lithe and covered in freckles. How could someone like Jason find him attractive?

Feeling self conscious, Carson left the bathroom, the towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from the tips of his hair, his glasses pushed up his nose. He shyly entered the room, and the sight that greeted him… was incredible. Jason’s skin was darker than his, glowing in the low light, sculpted muscles and a cock that made Carson’s mouth water and his knees weak.

He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to do. But he had a sinking feeling that he was about to get in trouble for still wearing the towel.

Jason was humming to himself as he waited, he could hear the shower shut off and the soft padding of damp feet on the hardwood floors. He arched an eyebrow when Carson finally entered the room, his eyes instantly locking onto the towel he had around his waist. 

“I’m pretty sure I implied you should come here naked...” His said keeping his tone tight and firm, but being careful not to make it seem like he was angry. “But since I didn’t explicitly say it, I’ll over look the towel for now if you get it off in the next 5 seconds. And for the record...I expect you to be naked unless I tell you otherwise when we are...together.” His tone didnt leave much room for questions, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to label their little arrangement yet so he kept it loose.

“Now get to the side of the bed and kneel, hands behind your head.”

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Carson happily cooked, secretly wishing he had an apron, just because he would hate to get his one fitting outfit dirty… but made due. He hummed contently, pleased he was able to easily navigate Jason’s kitchen.

Once it was all served, he waited to hear Jason’s approval before taking a bite as well, buzzing happily. It was mild at best, but good enough given what he’d had to work with. He was already mentally going through a list of ingredients he would need to pick up if he were to make dinner every day.

When Jason spoke again… Carson’s eyes went wide at what was clearly an order… or maybe a test? Swallowing thickly, he nodded. “O… okay,” he said quietly. As soon as the dishes were cleared and cleaned, Carson went to take a shower…

The entire time he was in the shower, his heart was hammering, a nervous energy making him fidget. It was like a combination of anxiety and arousal, and he had no idea what to do with it. But… he closed his eyes, steadying himself.

… it didn’t work really.

Jason watched as Carson cleaned, making sure he wasn’t going to freak out. He was never good at expressing himself but he had always been good at reading people, how they acted, what they were feeling. Carson seemed nervous, which was expected, but not like he was unwilling. So when the smaller man left the room to shower Jason got ready as well. 

He went to his room and stripped naked, putting lube on the side table as well as a small length of rope. He didn’t know if they’d use the rope but that really depended on how Carson handled things. Except for their time together last night it was painfully obvious the red head was a virgin... something Jason would be fixing by the end of the night.

Satisfied everything was ready he leaned back against his pillows, arms resting behind his head, naked and slightly hard knowing what was to come. 

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Carson gave a small laugh, smiling as Jason said he was a terrible cook. He nodded. “Alright.” He should be able to figure out something, if Jsaon got groceries. He blushed and nodded. “R… right, good idea.”

Unfortunately, the issue was… the only thing that really fit is what he’d been wearing when the dorms went up… namely; his green cotton pajama bottoms and a white tank top. Still, he changed into those and came back to see Jason already returned wearing a red tee shirt and black sweats.

Carson went to the kitchen to explore, seeing what he had to work with. “Hmm… I think I can make a simple pasta, if you’d like.” He looked over and smiled at Jason.

Jason nodded, “Sounds good to me, and better than take out.” He watched as Carson cooked, admiring the way he worked. Alfred had tried to teach him a hundred times and it just never stuck.

Pretty soon dinner was served, Jason set the table and both could sit down to a good meal. Jason took a bite, nodding in approval, “Yeah... way better than take out.” He chuckled. After they had eaten a bit he spoke up again, a bit more serious, “After this go take a shower... don’t bother bringing clothes in with you, you wont need them after.” He glanced over at the red head seriously gauging his reaction. 

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Jason laughed for a bit and Carson’s cheeks burned with shame as he walked over, saying Carson was late, disappointment already on Carson’s face before hope flicked back into them. At Jason’s touch, he leaned in, closing his eyes and sighing with relief.

He blinked, confused and surprised as the other mentioned doing something about him being late… but he kept his curiosity to himself, not wanting to push it any further, instead opting to take Jason’s hand, nearly slipping as his pant leg- which had unrolled in the process of his sprinting- caught under his shoe. Jason’s hand helped balance him though, and soon he was standing, running his hands down his clothes and through his hair, trying to right himself, clearing his throat and licking his lips as he did so.

“H-huh? Oh, um… yes, I can.”

Jason smiled as Carson stood up, he was too cute for his own good. “Good because I’m terrible. I came home during lunch with some groceries so we should be able to make something.” His tone more casual again, sipping from his beer, “Go put on some clothes that fit first though... you’re going to catch on fire this way.” 

He turned to go to his own room to put some clothes on, being naked and cooking did not mix well...too many sharp objects and fire for his taste. He came back to the kitchen a few minutes later in some loose black sweat pants and a red tee shirt, ready to eat after a long day...and fuel up for what he planned as a long evening. 

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Carson hadn’t glanced over or heard the presence of anyone else yet, still too focused on praying the other hadn’t arrived home yet, when the sound of a snort and stifled laughter drew his attention. He turned his head and saw…

Jason, standing in naught but a towel, trying not to laugh. Carson’s entire face flushed, but rather than attempt to defend himself or scurry away, he looked up with wide eyes. “Am I… too late?” he asked, still panting.

Jason took a moment to stop laughing, but he cleared his throat, going into business mode, “You were late...” he walked over slowly, towering over the kneeling man, “But not too late.” He reached down and ran his finger’s through Carson’s hair in approval. “We can discuss what we will do about you being late after you eat something.” He reached his hand out to help Carson stand up.

He was glad Carson seemed serious about this and he was serious too. And dinner could be a good way to ease Carson into things. “You can cook right?” He was pretty sure Carson mentioned something about cooking, but he also knows he was kind of flirting at the point so he hadn’t really been listening that well. 

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Carson’s first class went well, his second even better. His teachers were receptive to him, and compassionate when it came to his state of dress. Between his classes, he had some time to think… and despite his nerves about the matter, he’d decided that he did want to continue this thing with Jason.

However… after his last class, instead of being able to head home with plenty of time, he was called in for a meeting about the restoration plans. He’d thought it would be informational only, but it turned out the students had some say in what would be done.

Which ended in a lot of arguing, debating, demands and tension, and Carson tried to slink away, only to be pulled right back into it and put on the spot as a neutral party.

The meeting ended, and he saw he’d received a text… ‘Off work, heading home’. It had been sent ten minutes ago. Carson wasn’t sure where Jason worked, but if it was anywhere close, he would miss the chance with Jason…

In a rush, he grabbed his bag and bolted the entire way, hastily unlocking the door, shutting it behind himself and practically sliding into a kneeling position in front of the door, breathless and windswept,praying he hadn’t missed his chance.

Jason unlocked the door looking down, nothing... the apartment was quiet and still, echoing the tiny bit of disappointment he felt. He was always prepared for this outcome, it wasn’t like he really built up the idea in his head. Shrugging he went to take a shower, feeling sweaty and tired.

After a good long shower Jason felt clean, wrapping a towel around his waist he went into the kitchen, his hair still dripping wet, leaving small beads of water on the floor. Reaching into the fridge to pull out a beer, Jason heard a loud running sound, someone panting and sprinting... someone who obviously did not do that very often. He just popped the cap off the bottle when Carson bolted into the apartment, kneeling in front of the door, breathless and disheveled. 

He was stunned silent, an honest to god expression of shock on his face. What was better... the fact Carson wanted to submit...or that he had apparently run home in order to do so? He snorted, covering his mouth to stifle his laugh, but it couldn’t be stopped. He felt a little bad for laughing but it was just really funny. 

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Carson blushed, squirming slightly. He knew he was just being teased, but he did feel a little guilty for calling him mean just after being handed a cup of coffee. He glanced up in time to see the hungry look on Jason’s face and his eyes went wide. He shrank slightly, his heart hammering in his chest. The quick kiss left him itching for more.

“I-! I never said that!” He exclaimed, face flushed with embarrassment. “Besides, I have class, Ireally can’t miss another day…” he mumbled, blushing and looking down.

Jason switched to business, and Carson listened, sipping the coffee. He scrunched his nose slightly. He was used to delicate teas, coffee always tasted a bit… harsh to him. Still, he drank it. Carson’s eyes snapped up, and his breath caught. He would have… all day to decide. He swallowed nervously, nodding, before his alarm went off again.

Blinking, he looked at his phone. “Ah! Shoot, I have to go, I-I’m sorry, I’ll see you later!” He rushed over, set his coffee down, grabbed his bag and bolted out the door.

Jason chuckled as Carson scrambled out of the apartment to get to his class, the kid was like a whirlwind, nothing about him subtle. Still Jason kinda like that wild personality Carson had buried under the mousy outside, he was far from boring that was for sure. He finished his coffee and washed their mugs before going to crash on his bed again until he had to roll out for work.

Groaning when the time came he got dressed and went off to the garage. His mind drifted through the day as he drained motor oil and replaced air filters, a slow boring day and a waste of his talents. He thought of Carson smiling, blushing, his lips on his cock, the way he would look riding him. Oh yes.. he was excited for tonight, trying not to get his hopes too high that he’d actually see Carson kneeling for him, but a guy can dream right? So he shot Carson a warning text as he left work, a simple ‘Off work, heading home’ before driving back and making his way to their apartment.

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Jason sauntered over to him and Carson fought not to look at him, but… the tease of Jason talking about bedding him again had his blood running hot and he couldn’t help but watch the way he moved, muscles drawing him in…

By the time Jason was putting the cup in his hands, Carson’s mouth was already dry. When Jason’s voice dropped low, Carson shuddered, his cheeks burning and his cock beginning to harden.  He whined softly, closing his eyes. “Mean,” he accused.

Jason pretended to act hurt, “Me...mean? After I went to all the trouble of making my new roommate coffee?” His faux hurt expression faded into a hungry smirk. “Or was it mean because you were hoping I would bed you right now and you feel cheated?” He leaned down to kiss the man quickly, pulling away and sauntering back towards the kitchen to get himself some coffee. 

“I will be working all day today... but I should be home by dinner.” His voice was slightly more business like now, firm and confident, even as he was the naked one in the room. “And if you are serious about us continuing after last night... I want you to wait by the door for me..kneeling.” He emphasized his point by taking a sip of the black coffee. 

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“I can see that,” he sneered slightly, embarrassed, glad he’d managed to turn away before being captured by Jason’s… tractor beam of sexy, or whatever it was that made Carson completely crumble to his will with one look. That said… he actually hadn’t noticed the coffee.

“Oh shut up! They sent me the wrong-” he’d made the mistake of turning around, and what he saw in the light of day… was somehow even more attractive than what he’d experienced last night. The words caught in his throat for a moment before he could speak, his cheeks red and his gaze lowered shyly. “… size…” he mumbled finally.

Jason almost purred when Carson’s eyes scanned his body, loving the hungry yet shy way the red head stared at him, chuckling at his word choice as he looked between his legs. Honestly this was better than coffee, he was finding out that teasing Carson and getting him worked up was way more fun that it should be. And well... when he stopped being irritated and just became turned on, well that made it all the better.

“Awwww don’t be mad at me... you just look so delicious in your uniform I had to tease you otherwise I might have ended up trying to bed you again.” He poured the coffee into a mug and carried it across the room to his red headed lover, carefully placing it in his hands. “Careful... it’s hot.” His voice dipping at the end.

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Getting out of the shower and drying off, Carson felt refreshed, if still a bit sleepy. Putting on his uniform, however…

His shirt hung on him. It had to be at least four sizes too big. His pants? Even worse. If not for the belt, he’d worry about his pants falling off him. He had to roll the pants up embarrassingly far just so they wouldn’t tuck under his feet, and his tie? He had to tuck it into his trousers. He pulled on his sweater over top, and that at least helped hide the problem.

Well, aside from the fact the sweater was so big it practically hung off one shoulder and mostly hid his hands, only his fingertips showing. “… I look like a kid trying on his dad’s clothes…” he groaned, embarrassed. He was going to have to contact the school and have them reorder his custom fit size. He knew he could always wear the girl’s uniform, but he refused.

He combed his hair, his curls still sticking up at odd ends and pushed his glasses on his face before stepping out. Seeing Jason made him squeak he was so startled, whirling around and blushing. “What are you doing first thing in the morning?!” He practically squeaked in indignation.

Jason was kind of lost in his own little drowsy world half nodding off as he stood by the kitchen counter as coffee was made. His ears perked up at the sound of Carson entering the room, and a small smirk spread across his face when he heard the squeak and the stuttered question. 

He turned nonchalantly, ‘baring his body’ as it were, “Oh you’re out of the shower...I made us coffee.” his lack of shame and pure amusement from the situation clearly played across his face... if you could manage to actually tear your eyes off his body and look him in the eyes. 

“Wow... someone looks cute for their first day of school. Need me to walk you to the bus?” He joked at Carson’s apparent clothing problem, fighting the impulse to say he looked much better naked.  

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The gentle kiss made his heart skip a beat, and Carson submitted eagerly to it. He enjoyed the gentle affection more than he could put into words, redness tinting his cheeks as the other pulled back and called him a good boy. He felt a warmth and a sense of peace wash over him and he smiled softly, nodding.

“Yes Sir,” he said sweetly, obediently slipping in beside him, curling on his side once he’d set his glasses on the side table. He fell asleep far more quickly than he usually would, exhaustion having it’s play as well.

Carson probably would have slept well into the next day, were it not for his alarm going off in the next room. Groggily, he got up, put his glasses on, and padded over, switching it off. He had class in about an hour, which gave him time for a shower, a quick breakfast, and the walk there.

He set on the first step; shower. He set out his uniform on the counter, turned on the hot water, stripped down, and stepped in.

Jason wasn’t exactly a morning person, in fact he rarely rolled out of bed before at least 10AM. He had a double shift at the garage today and wasn’t looking forward to it, so when Carson’s alarm started to blare in the room he nearly punched the wall. 

He vaguely felt Carson get up and scurry around the apartment, no doubt getting ready for his classes. Jason just grumbled and put a pillow over his head, willing himself to get up. With a massive bed head he begrudgingly went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, not really caring that he was completely naked while doing so. It’s not like anyone in the apartment hadn’t already seen him and or been his sexual partner.