Only then did Rake remove the small silver chain DJ wore every day, unclasping it and placing it in the box where they stored his play collar. This way, he would never be without one.
Rake didn’t miss how Shaun’s eyes followed every movement he made. Whilst Rake was glad Shaun no longer wore Lawrence’s collar, Shaun’s bare neck looked like it was missing something. Rake would have to think of some way to rectify that, and soon.
After giving DJ and Shaun a quick forehead kiss each, Rake was ready to begin. “Don’t touch each other yet,” he said as he opened the toy box. “And no coming without my permission.”
He didn’t miss the mumbled and sarcastic, “Of course not, Sir,” from DJ. Rake smiled to himself. Just for that, DJ was coming last.
Rake had organised their toy box into a logical system: each item with its own demarcated space, with the most frequently used items near the top. He picked out the same cock ring he’d had DJ wear at the club when Shaun had been watching them.
“I don’t suppose I need to tell you what to do with that, DJ,” he remarked as he chucked it onto the bed.
“Sir,” came the whiny and expected complaint.
“Put it on.”
Rake suspected DJ was rolling his eyes. The quiet huff of amusement from Shaun made it worth letting DJ off with it. Rake had promised Shaun that they would have a good time, and to him, that meant fun and laughter as much as it meant kink and orgasms.
Rake brought out a few coils of black rope and laid them out on the bed, as well as some simple padded cuffs.
“DJ,” Rake said. “Turn around.”
DJ did as he was told after shooting a wicked grin at Shaun. Rake fastened the cuffs onto DJ’s wrists, then signalled for DJ to sink to the carpet. “I want you to kneel and watch, in silence, as I tie Shaun up.”
“Yes, Sir.” DJ knelt as commanded on the floor, eyes following Rake as he made his way over to the bed where Shaun was waiting.
Rake picked up the rope, enjoying the weight of it in his hands. He had been thinking all day at work about how he wanted to tie Shaun, but it was only at that moment hemade his final decision.
“I’m going to tie your arms,” Rake said, going and standing behind Shaun. Rake traced a couple of fingers down Shaun’s arms, tapping where he’d put the anchor points to pull his elbows together, making sure that Shaun understood. “It’s a pretty restrictive tie. I’m also going to add another rope to connect to that which’ll go around your neck. Not too tight, but enough that there’ll be some pressure. I think you’ll like it. It’ll give us full access to your front.” Rake ran a hand over Shaun’s chest and down towards his cock, giving it a few strokes to demonstrate.
As Rake did so, he realised there was only one thing wrong with the picture so far. Shaun wasn’t hard, not even a bit. Panic rose, and Rake’s mind raced with reasons as to why Shaun wasn’t into what they were doing.
Shaun looked down at himself, then back up to Rake. “The blood I took from you this morning helped to replenish me, but not enough that I can…” He gestured down to his flaccid cock.
Rake tilted his head. “Then you’ll need some more to enjoy this.”
Shaun’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Clearly, Lawrence had never cared enough for Shaun’s pleasure that he would consider the small matter ofbeing hardan ideal component for sex. Rake had never wanted to hurt someone so much in his life as he wanted to hurt Lawrence for neglecting Shaun like that.
“DJ,” Rake said. “Come let Shaun drink from you.”
DJ shuffled forwards on his knees, craning his neck. “Bite me, baby,” he said in a terrible American accent. For the lifeof him, Rake didn’t know why DJ had said it like that. So much of what DJ did confounded him on a daily basis.
Rake wouldn’t have it any other way.
Shaun bent over and bit into DJ’s neck. If Rake hadn’t known that Shaun was feeding from DJ, he would have assumed they were simply embracing. DJ’s mouth fell open as Shaun fed. The tiniest drop of blood slipped down the line of DJ’s collarbone, Rake’s eyes following the droplet as it cascaded down his chest.
Shaun got onto his knees, tracing his tongue up DJ’s body to catch the fallen blood. Shaun licked all the way along his skin, ending where he’d bitten him right below his collar, lapping at the tiny incisions.
Watching it shouldn’t have turned Rake on as much as it did. But, as Shaun’s tongue slid into DJ’s mouth, the thought of DJ tasting his own blood on Shaun’s lips had Rake needing to get involved.
He twisted a hand in Shaun’s hair, pulling his head back and leaning down to steal a taste for himself. It was intoxicating, a faint metallic hint betraying what Shaun had been doing only seconds beforehand.
DJ made an impatient noise, drawing Rake’s attention.
“You being needy, sweetheart?” Rake asked.
“I am, Sir,” DJ said.
“How are you feeling after that bite?”
