“He bites,” Lawrence said with a titter.
DJ put his hands on Shaun’s shoulders from where he stood behind him. Shaun all but melted into his touch, leaning back and resting his head on his chest. Shaun fit perfectly against him, and DJ pressed his face into Shaun’s soft, coconut-scented hair.
“Sir, I promise I won’t bite you,” Shaun said to Rake, so solemnly that DJ couldn’t tell if he was placating his Master or making a genuine vow.
“Of course you won’t, sweetheart,” Rake assured Shaun.
“Sweetheart?” DJ mouthed.
Rake furrowed his brow. He couldn’t have realised he’d used his preferred pet name for DJ for Shaun as well. DJ shook his head minutely and told Rake to continue, more than happy to share the moniker. It felt nice for Shaun to be included in such a way. Given how Lawrence treated him, DJ doubted Shaun got much in terms of affection.
“Given it’s our first scene together, I should go over everything we’re going to do so that you have a chance now to say if you don’t want to do anything,” Rake said.
“I’ll be fine, honestly. I promise to speak up if there’s anything I don’t like,” Shaun said.
DJ was thrumming with anticipation by that point, and he could tell that Rake was as eager to get started.
It was evident in how Rake’s eyes had darkened, how his chest rose and fell just that bit faster than usual, and how he flexed his long fingers when he spoke, as if they wanted to grab hold of something that lay out of reach.
DJ let out a deep breath, trying to contain himself.
“Safe word?” Rake asked Shaun.
“Red,” Shaun said with a small smile.
DJ waggled his eyebrows at Rake. “Mine is also red. In case you’d forgotten.”
Rake’s unamused expression told DJ he’d pay for not taking the scene seriously enough. It made DJ want to rile him up even more.
“Undress one another while I get set up,” Rake said as he moved towards the supplies for general use that were stored against the back wall. Rake had also brought a rucksack full of stuff he hadn’t allowed DJ to see before they’d left, so he had no idea what was in store for them.
DJ slid his hand down the front of Shaun’s button-up. He intended to unwrap Shaun like a present.
Shaun craned his head round towards DJ. “You can take it off,” he said.
DJ undid each button of Shaun’s shirt, savouring the slow reveal of his bare torso. After he slid it off his shoulders, DJ placed the shirt over the arm of the sofa, avoiding looking towards Lawrence. The red collar around Shaun’s neck stood out. DJ’s fingers itched to remove it, too.
Shaun boldly placed both hands on the hem of DJ’s t-shirt, eyes searching for approval before lifting it up. Shaun couldn’t easily get it over DJ’s head—even on his tiptoes, which DJ found adorable—so he reached up and finished pulling the shirt off himself.
DJ tried to ignore the weight of Lawrence’s eyes on him. Shaun’s hungry look made it easier as he raked his gaze over DJ’s chest. DJ reached out and undid the button and fly ofShaun’s skinny jeans, wanting to get to the goods as soon as possible.
Shaun didn’t have any underwear on, so his cock sprang free. DJ fell into temptation and gave it a few strokes before Shaun could fully rid himself of his jeans, shoes, and socks. Shaun’s cock wasn’t as tiny as the rest of him, but it was still proportionate to his size. It would fit well in DJ’s mouth, and he licked his lips at the thought.
Shaun was bare of any hair, smooth all over. Such a contrast between Rake’s furry chest and manscaped pubes, or DJ’s own hairy body. He’d never been overly into the Ken doll look before, but it worked for Shaun.
“You now,” Shaun said, grabbing at DJ’s jeans. He let Shaun undress him, watching as Shaun drank in the sight of DJ’s tight briefs, tented by his growing erection. Shaun might have seen DJ’s cock the previous time they’d been at the club, but DJ wasn’t too modest to admit that seeing it up close would be a different experience.
Shaun’s eyes bugged out when he took in DJ’s size. “Oh,” he said, almost reverently.
DJ let out a soft laugh. “That’s not how most people react.”
Most people, in fact, took one glance at DJ’s dick and proclaimed it would never fit. Whilst he’d previously had penetrative sex with several women, he’d only topped one guy before, and it had involved alotof prep. Rake had little interest in bottoming, but the way Shaun fixated on DJ’s cock had his mind conjuring up all sorts of possibilities.
Shaun crouched down, and when he looked up at DJ from under his lashes, DJ bit his lip to stifle a groan. Shaun resumed pulling the rest of DJ’s clothes off until they bothstood naked in front of each other.
“No more touching,” Rake said as he walked back over to them. A few lengths of hemp rope were slung over one of his shoulders, and he carried a chair that had been leaning against the wall.
“Are you going to give me a lap dance?” DJ asked.
