Paul did as instructed, and when he was done, Adam was still on his knees, his lips inches from Paul’s stiffening cock.
Do it. Do it.
Fuck, Paul wanted that mouth on him again. Adam ignored his dick and placed his hands on Paul’s thighs, caressing them, reaching around to stroke upwards over his cheeks, kneading the flesh. Paul’s legs trembled and a shiver ran through him. He bit back his groan of disappointment when Adam rose to his feet.
“You’re not cold, are you?” He stroked over Paul’s chest, making him shudder.
“No.” Adam’s fingers were warm on his skin.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, right this minute.”
“Nervous. Curious.” He gulped. “Anxious.”
Adam slid his palm lower to meet Paul’s stiffening dick. He chuckled. “Thisdoesn’t feel anxious.” His cock jerked in Adam’s hand, and he chuckled again. “I think you forgot to add ‘horny’.”
Paul smothered a snort, his nerves fleeing him momentarily. “How could I be otherwise, faced with this?” He stretched out his hands but stopped. “Can I touch you?”
Adam smiled. “Be my guest.”
Paul placed his hands on Adam’s chest, stroking over the firm muscle, his fingers lingering on the hair that covered his pecs.
Adam closed his eyes with a sigh. “You have a nice touch.”
Emboldened, Paul tugged gently on the chest hair, leaning forward to press his lips to the downy covering, laying a carpet of soft kisses over the defined pecs. Adam rolled his head back, a low noise of pleasure escaping his lips, and the unexpected reaction sent heat surging through Paul. He kissed his way to Adam’s nipple, licking over it with a flat tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking it between his teeth, his fingers teasing its partner, tugging, twisting, tweaking.
“Fuck.” The softly uttered expletive and the shiver that accompanied it made Paul’s chest swell.
The siren call of Adam’s lips was too loud to ignore.
“Can… can I kiss you?”
Adam stilled for a heartbeat, then smiled. “Yes.” His hands stuttered up Paul’s chest, cupping his face as he closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in a leisurely, gentle kiss that Paul yearned to deepen. He stifled a moan, and Adam’s breathing hitched.
He slid his tongue between Paul’s lips, and Paul opened for him, melting into Adam’s touch, wanting more. He stroked Adam’s chest, brushing over his taut nipples.
Adam gave a grunt and seized Paul’s wrists, stopping his actions. “My turn. Face the mirror.” He released Paul and moved aside.
Paul stood in front of the mirror, regarding his reflection. His cheeks were flushed, his chest rising and falling, his dick poking up, stiff and thick.
“Have you ever had sex in front of a mirror?” Adam asked him.
“No.”
Adam stepped behind him, so close that Paul could feel his chest hair tickling Paul’s back. “Brace yourself, arms out, palms flat to the glass. Keep your eyes fixed on the mirror.”
Paul complied, staring at Adam’s reflection, eyes widening when Adam reached under his arms, the leather strap between his fingers. He was conscious of Adam’s erection, pressing against the plug. He could feel its heat.
Adam held the leather against Paul’s chest. “It can be very erotic, watching yourself being touched, fucked…” Paul caught his breath when Adam edged the leather lower to brush it over his nipples, catching it on the nubs that stood proud. He watched its journey as Adam manoeuvred it over his torso, until finally, it reached the base of his cock.
From behind him Adam chuckled. “I don’t need to see to do this.” He disappeared from sight and Paul moaned to feel Adam’s warm breath on his lower back. His arms circled Paul’s hips, his fingers slipping the leather strap under Paul’s balls and around the base of his dick. He pulled it snug and fastened it. Paul glanced down at his cock, already swollen and flushed with blood, pointing toward the mirror, stiff and aching.
Adam stood, leisurely stroking his way up Paul’s body until he was once more at his nipples. Paul couldn’t tear his gaze away as Adam rubbed over them softly with the pad of his fingers, the movement maddeningly slow. Something deep inside Paul was coiling in his gut, making him shiver. The constant rubbing caused no pain, created no pressure, but the deliberate, sensual stroking was driving him crazy, sending icy tendrils of desire and need spreading through him.
Fuck, he wanted more than it could provide.
He could have screamed when Adam brought the sensual torture to a halt and his hands disappeared from view, but that knotting in his gut was back when Adam reached around him, a clamp in his hand. Paul groaned to feel that first bite of the clamp, but the sensation dulled. Adam repeated the process and when both nipples were gripped by the shiny clamps, he attached the thin chain to hang from them.
Before Paul could question Adam’s purpose, the breath died in his throat when Adam stepped around him and lowered himself down to his knees before Paul. The head of Paul’s dick brushed against Adam’s cheek, and Adam moved his head to take it into his hot, wet mouth, sliding Paul’s shaft in and out, humming around the hard flesh.
