“Sam?”Ian asked quietly from behind him.“We don’t have to—”
Sam turned around to face Ian.Slowly, he unsnapped the fly on his jeans.He couldn’t hold Ian’s gaze, but when he glanced away he saw himself in the mirror.He looked down quickly to avoid that sight and concentrated on getting his clothes off with minimum panic.
He could feel Ian watching him the whole time—he caught a flash of pale skin in the mirror just before his shirt engulfed his head, and felt a split second of complete insecurity when he was tangled in the cloth but his chest was exposed to the cool air and Ian’s gaze, nipples tightening up.
When he bent to take his leg out of his jeans, he caught another glimpse of himself and ducked his head again, but the afterimage wouldn’t go away.Bare back rounded, spine poking out, boxers tight across his flexing butt, just a sliver of skin at the top of his thigh.
He looked vulnerable.Shiver.
Sam glanced up at Ian for a split second.His lips were parted, eyes wide and focused intently on Sam.
That made the blood pound harder in his ears, and his dick began to perk up a little.Not getting hard again, exactly.More like it had stopped searching for a place to hide.
Vulnerability was just a little bit sexy, even when you were the vulnerable one.Maybeespeciallythen, if you trusted your partner.
Trust was sexy, too.Trusting Ian to still want him, letting Ian do what he wanted to Sam’s body.That was gut-tighteningly exciting.Sam stood up, naked, hands staying at his sides by force of will, and let Ian look at him.
“Look at yourself in the mirror,” Ian said quietly, eyes tracing down and up Sam’s body.
Sam licked his lips as Ian stepped around behind him, turning them slightly so they both faced the mirror.
He was too skinny.Gangly.Pasty.He quickly jerked his eyes up to his face.His bottom lip was reddened and swollen.Had he been chewing on it?He licked it to soothe it, and for a split second, when the pointed tip of his tongue swiped at his lip, he had something of a different perspective on things.
If he were a guy who liked to get his cock sucked (and who wasn’t?), he’d want to stick it in his mouth.His mouth was—holy shit—sinful.Just like any main character’s mouth in a romance novel should be.
Sam couldn’t stop staring at his lips.He didn’t look at his body again, but he felt a strange wave of something sweeping through him from his mouth down, tightening his nipples and encouraging him to get harder.That warm tingly sensation ...was thatconfidence?Whatever it was, it was slowly heating and relaxing his muscles.He sucked in a breath and reveled in the strange melty-ness filling his body.
Standing just behind him, Ian reached for Sam’s hand and pulled it back to his groin, pressing Sam’s palm against the scratchy wool covering Ian’s erection.“That’s because of you,” he said in Sam’s ear.
Then Ian dropped his hand and stepped back.“Don’t move,” he ordered, voice hard and low, switching back to a laird on inspection.Yummy.Sam watched his face in the mirror, looking for disgust or anything remotely like it, but it wasn’t there.Ian’s palm swept down his back to his butt, squeezing.
“I took you from another clan I’m feuding with, and now I’m going to mark my property.Then I get to break your ass in.”
“Oh,” Sam gasped.“That works.”He nodded agreeably.
Ian’s face got harder, intimidating.“Your virgin ass, kid, and I don’t care what you want.You’re my sex slave now.”
“Yes.Yes I am,” Sam said faintly.Ian winked at him, but otherwise didn’t break character.He stared at Sam, then walked over to the nightstand, picking up the lube and something else, walking back until he stood in front of Sam.
“Get in the shower,” Ian ordered him.“There’s a razor in there.Shave your balls.”He handed Sam what he was carrying.“Get yourself off and come out with that in your ass.”
“Oh fuck,” Sam whimpered, staring at the lube and plug in his hands.
“Quiet, boy!Now get moving.”In his normal voice, Ian added, “And don’t fall asleep in the shower.”
With Ian waiting out here in nothing but a kilt and body hair?Not a chance.
Sam was a dripping, sodden lump of eager sex toy, leaning weakly against a wall next to the bathroom door, legs spread for his post-shaving inspection.He didn’t think he could get excited again this fast, as hard as he’d come in the shower, but when Ian traced a fingertip across his smooth, naked balls, Sam shuddered.
“Good boy,” Ian whispered.He lifted his eyes to look into Sam’s, smiling as he teased him with that finger.
“Oh God,” Sam breathed.Ian chuckled.If Sam didn’t love it so much when Ian teased him, he’d hate that sound.Ian knelt on the floor, somehow still completely in control of the scene.Maybe because of the way he stared at Sam, green eyes trapping his.Or possibly it was the way he gripped Sam’s sac firmly in his hand.
“Watch,” Ian ordered him, reaching for something on the floor.It looked like a cock ring.Then Ian pulled down gently on Sam’s sac, shooting sharp jolts up into his stomach and making him gasp.Something in his gut was alarmed at the feel of his testicles being handled this way, but that sensation he always had—that he was sort of tensed up—felt like it was unraveling.Like a cramped muscle finally getting stretched out.
The leather strap snapped snug around the top of Sam’s balls, next to his body.He jerked his head off the wall and bowed his back like a pissed-off cat.“Fuck!”
“Just give it a minute,” Ian said, rubbing circles on Sam’s thighs.“Let yourself get used to it.”
