“Once” a LuChiffre Series by TigerPrawn
[Once Sober] [Once At Work] [Once Dominated]
Explicit // M/M // Le Chiffre (Jean Duran)//Luke Brandon // Tags: Established Relationship, Sexual exploration, Light Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial,Blow Jobs, Anal Sex
Le Chiffre doesn’t always want to be in control
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Le Chiffre knew that for the most part he was unshakable, and yet there were times when he also knew he acted cowardly. He avoided something, or ignored it. Let others pay for his mistakes. He knew his own faults and he knew that he didn’t want to scare Luke off. So he managed his behaviour as best he could - treading a line without being untrue to himself. Luke had seen him hit someone before, he seemed to appreciate why. Perhaps it could have been avoided but Luke seemed to find it exciting as far as he could tell. Not that he was going to go out of his way to show off his physical abilities in front of him - he’d rather Luke never was in danger of being beaten. He had resolved to be as honest as possible, and if it scared him off then that was the risk, because he needed Luke to really know him.
When they reached his apartment Luke had asked if he could grab a shower after a long day at work, and seemed surprised that Le Chiffre didn’t plan on joining him. Instead Jean had forced himself to mutter that they needed to talk once Luke was finished, that he needed to ask him something. Then Luke had disappeared to the bathroom with a worried glance.
The glance stabbed at Jean. They had been together almost three months, Luke was slowly gaining a level of comfort in being open about their relationship. But he knew it was still hard for him. It was the first time he’d truly allowed himself to explore his sexuality and be with a man like this. And Jean couldn’t be more grateful. It was a delight to spend time with someone who had as deep an interest in numbers and finance as he did, and seemed vaguely amused by his often too-dark jokes. It was even more of a delight to get to take that person home and run his tongue all over their body.
He waited on the bed, just sitting, fully clothed though he’d removed his shoes when he entered the apartment. His black suit a little rumpled from a busy day. He loosened his tie and then rubbed his sweaty palms on his pant legs. He was nervous. More nervous than he had been the last time he had dealt with what he liked to call a big time client - the dangerous ones that he knew would eventually lead him into more money than he could possibly imagine. As long as he kept his head, in every sense.
Would this scare Luke off? He certainly wasn’t inexperienced when it came to sex, though his experiences with men had been limited before he met Jean. And they had done plenty in the last few weeks. The evening that he had rimmed Luke on the desk in his office had quickly lead to Luke begging to be fucked. It was the first time for Luke, with anyone, which Jean had appreciated when he spent hours worshiping his body. Much of that carefully and gently opening Luke to him with his hands and mouth until Luke had been a writhing mess. They’d both cum pretty quickly, Luke already on the edge from the attention Jean had paid to his prostate. They’d never switched though he’d tried to make it clear that he was happy either way, but Luke seemed a little intimidated by it. And Jean understood - he had been the same when he was first with a man - it was easier in some ways to be on the receiving end than the pressure of having to open someone right but also enjoyably. It had taken him a long time before he was comfortable with rimming somone. It was intimate and he didn’t always find it enjoyable. Of course with Luke, he could do it all day long every day and still never get enough. Which seemed pretty good to his boyfriend too, as far as he could tell.
He was lost in thought when the shower turned off.
“What was it you wanted to ask me?” Luke walked from the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, his skin and hair still a little wet. “You said when I came back you needed to ask me about something... Should I be worried?”
