“You mean for the question or the fact that I’m in your room?”
“Both.”
Soren leaned back on his palms. “This whole house is a stage. Not judging,” he added when Tobias’s brows flickered up. “I’m the same. Or would be if I kept a place anymore. I don’t. But I’m just curious what that says about us.”
“It says that we’re smart enough to know that attachment to objects is silly.”
“Is it? What about people? Same thing?”
Tobias’s gaze sharpened on him. “Depends on the sort of person you’re asking.”
“That’s what makes the difference between a psychopath and your average opportunistic murderer, right?”
“It’s one of the things, yes.” Tobias’s hand relaxed around the towel, and he moved toward the bureau, turning his back to Soren as he opened one of the drawers. “Pathological people generally lack healthy attachments to others. Often because the attachment process to their primary caregivers went awry when they were very young. Can you wait for me in the kitchen?”
“I don’t want to,” Soren said plainly.
Tobias let out an incredulous laugh as he turned. “You don’twantto? What is it that youwantto do, then?”
“I’d really like it if you’d tell me whether or not you’re a virgin. And after that, or in tandem with that—if you can multitask—I’d like it if you came a little closer.”
That muscle at Tobias’s jaw fluttered briefly, then he blindly shoved the drawer behind him closed and took a step toward Soren. “I’ve been with other men. I’ve not had penetrative sex with them. It’s unnecessary and masturbation takes care of the biological drive for orgasm.”
Biological drive for orgasm, Soren mouthed, though he supposed he understood it at a basic level. He had theories about Tobias, too, because nowhere in there had the guy mentioned desire. But he kept them to himself as Tobias drew in close, his pulse hammering visibly through his carotids, his chest flushed, and his semi-hard cock outlined by his towel.
Soren scraped his teeth over his lower lip and eyed the doctor’s groin shamelessly. “Talk about biological drives, huh?” He stood before Tobias could respond and planted his palms on the other man’s shoulder, gently turning him about and walking him a couple of steps closer to an ornate mirror propped in the corner of the room.
“What’s this about?” Tobias’s voice was calm, though his pulse still visibly thundered against his skin. He hadn’t resisted Soren’s navigation and he didn’t resist when Soren smoothed his hands down Tobias’s back and around his waist. His breath hitched when Soren hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his towel and tugged it free.
It dropped into a shapeless puddle on the floor.
Tobias’s thick, flushed cock bobbed as Soren stroked his fingers along defined vee lines. “You’ve got a killer body, Doc. Now, there’s some more irony for you.” He smiled at his own wordplay. “I’m just wondering if anybody ever gets to tell you that. I’m guessing you don’t let anyone this close. I’m betting when you were with those other men, it wasn’t here. I’m betting that even if you’ve got no attachment to things, you still have some idea of your own sacred space.” Tobias’s eyes took on a hazy cast as Soren stroked his fingers lightly up and down his sternum and hips, getting close to his dick but never quite touching it. “Will you show me how you touch yourself? Do you use the lotion that’s in that drawer over there?”
Tobias didn’t even seem surprised Soren had looked through his drawers. “Sometimes.” His arm twitched at his side in what Soren read as indecision before he gripped the base of Tobias’s cock, squeezing and releasing it lightly a couple of times and then dragging his fist along the length of his shaft.
“That’s good.” Soren pressed against Tobias’s back, letting him feel the hardness of his cock notching between tight asscheeks as he caressed and kneaded the doc’s hips, feeling the flexion and contraction of muscles as he picked up speed. “Sexy,” he murmured, noting how Tobias’s eyes shot up to meet his. Maybe intimacy was foreign to him or was one of those things he’d pushed away. Soren waited a few beats to see if Tobias would push him away, and when he didn’t, when he let his eyes fall shut and continued stroking his cock, Soren bent and kissed along Tobias’s shoulder and the side of his neck.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
Tobias’s nostrils flared, but he did as Soren asked, and Soren gave him a pleased smile before sliding his hand lower and cupping his balls.
“Eye contact is intimate.”
“It is,” Soren agreed, smile warming into something genuine when Tobias didn’t break their locked gazes despite his commentary. “You’re incredibly sexy, Glasses.” He gave Tobias’s balls a gentle squeeze, relishing the stutter in his breathing. “I want to suck your cock. You think you’d like that?”
Tobias exhaled another raspy breath and started to nod before he squared his shoulders and let go of his cock.
The second Soren took over, wrapping his fingers around Tobias’s hot length, he let out the kind of luscious moan Soren had been dreaming about for days.
“That’s right. Feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it? Wait until I get my mouth on you. How about you watch in the mirror there.” Soren stepped around in front of Tobias but a tight grip at his waist halted him before he could kneel.
“I want to see you,” Tobias offered in brief explanation before yanking Soren’s button free, his fly down, and hauling his pants to mid-thigh. Soren groaned with contentment as Tobias wrapped his hand around him and squeezed. “You’re uncircumcised.”
“Mmm-hmm. Fuck, that’s a solid grip you’ve got. Have you ever sucked another man’s cock?” Soren quirked a grin at the way Tobias’s brows shot up. “There’s a difference between putting one in your mouth and bobbing your head and actually sucking a man’s dick. I’m just curious.”
“Fair point.”
“Lemme demonstrate.” Soren held up a finger, and then knelt between Tobias’s muscular thighs, pushing them farther apart. Tobias’s harsh cry and the fingers that suddenly knotted tightly in Soren’s hair as he took him deep into the back of his throat turned him on even more.
