Adam blinked before smiling. “I said anything, right?” Paul fell silent and Adam let out a sigh. “Ah, I get it. You think because I was a Dom, I only top. Is that right?”
“Well, yeah.”Duh. The manoozeddominance, for God’s sake.
Adam folded his hands behind his head. “Just because I’m dominant doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy having a hard cock inside me on occasion.” He brought his hand forward, smiling when his fingertips came into contact with Paul’s dick, brushing over the head. Paul shuddered and Adam’s grin widened. He curled his fingers around Paul’s shaft, squeezing it. “And this cock definitely feels hard to me.” He released Paul and withdrew his hand. “Your breathing is ragged, your dick is leaking pre-cum”—he sucked his fingers, licking the sticky fluid from them, humming with satisfaction—“and you’re trembling. I’d say that all points to me getting fucked tonight.”
Paul was liking this day more and more.
He scrambled off the bed, dropped to his knees in front of the cabinet, and pulled open the door. The cuffs were there, along with a couple of long straps. Paul gathered them up and clambered back onto the bed. Adam lay there, an amused expression on his face, while Paul looped the lengths through the carved headboard. He resisted the idea of using the bedposts: he wanted Adam to be able to turn over. Once the cuffs were attached to the opposite ends, he paused.
“Why have you stopped?” Adam whispered.
It was one thing considering tying Adam to the bed: it was another to be there with the cuffs in his hands, about to do it for real.
Before Paul could speak, Adam held out his hands, proffering his wrists. “Do it,” he urged.
Paul took hold of Adam’s left wrist and kissed it where the skin was most delicate. Adam caught his breath. Paul fastened the cuff, making sure it wasn’t too tight, before moving on to repeat the action with his right. The ankles he left free.
Paul gazed down at Adam, his wrists fettered but allowing for movement, his cock as stiff as Paul’s. “Wow,” he exclaimed, his voice soft.
Adam’s voice was hoarse. “You like what you see?”
Paul bent low to bestow one long, lingering kiss to Adam’s lips before responding. “Oh yeah.”
This was gonna befun.
He moved to the end of the bed and placed himself at Adam’s feet, gazing along the length of Adam’s body, that tantalizing expanse of flesh laid out just for him.
Where to begin?
“Paul?” The catch in Adam’s breathing told Paul plenty, not that the sight of his rigid dick wasn’t a pretty good giveaway, too.
Paul wasn’t the only one wanting.
“Patience,” he purred, before lifting Adam’s leg and stroking the calf covered in a layer of soft, dark hair. He placed a line of kisses along Adam’s left leg as far as his knee. Adam was breathing more easily. Paul gave his right leg the same reverential treatment, loving the way Adam lay there, trusting him. He caressed Adam’s thighs, bending to kiss them, sometimes to lick the warm flesh as Adam did with him, but always taking his time, worshiping Adam’s body.
Adam growled at the back of his throat. “Are you enjoying torturing me?”
Paul chuckled against his inner thigh. “This is torture?” He pressed his nose into the crease and inhaled Adam’s scent, rich and male. Paul nuzzled under Adam’s balls, drinking in the manly aroma. Adam’s smell was richer there, darker, musk pouring off him. Paul stroked Adam’s inner thighs where the skin was at its softest and gently spread him. He dipped his head to lick at Adam’s perineum, thrilling at the low groan that escaped Adam’s lips.
“I love sucking and licking your balls,” he said in a low voice. “I love it when I’m giving you a blow job in the morning. All you want is my mouth around your cock, but I get to tease you with my tongue.”
“Your mouth is incredible,” Adam moaned. Paul licked over the delicate sac, and he growled. “Use your teeth. Tug the skin with your teeth.”
Paul ignored him and rubbed his face against the base of Adam’s dick, hot and hard against his cheek. Adam pushed up with his hips, twisting his body to bring the head of his cock to Paul’s lips. He licked a line up to the head and Adam caught his breath. Paul chuckled and made his descent, planting sucking kisses down his shaft.
“Oh, you fucking little tease.”
Yeah, Paul was definitely enjoying himself. He had Adam right where he wanted him—at Paul’s mercy.
He ignored Adam’s dick, its trickle of pre-cum a sore temptation, and spread him wider, revealing his hole, a dusting of hair surrounding it. Paul grabbed Adam’s arse and rolled him up off the bed, before brushing his tongue over Adam’s tight pucker.
“Fuck, yes.” His voice was raw with need.
Paul licked a line from his hole up to his balls and back again, feeling the muscle contract. He held on to Adam’s leg with one hand and stroked up over his abs to flick his nipple withthe other, his tongue teasing Adam’s hole the whole time. Paul tweaked the tiny nub while he kissed and licked Adam’s pucker.
“God, Paul… that’s….” Adam shuddered, writhing. Paul flicked his nipple with his fingertip. “Use… use your nails,” Adam demanded. “Scrape over it with your fingernail.” Paul pulled away from his entrance and Adam howled. “Don’t fucking stop now.”
“Do I have to gag you? Because there’s a ball-gag in the cabinet, right where I can get at it.” Paul kept his voice steady.
