Landon groaned and closed his eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Gregory huffed out a small laugh and used the sheets to wipe Landon’s ass and thighs as clean as he could manage.
“I hope not.” Landon smiled and puckered his lips. Gregory rewarded him with a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth.
Landon sat up and hefted his caged dick into the palm of his hand, testing the weight of the steel. He quirked an eyebrow at Gregory and let it drop back between his legs.
“I’m going to introduce you to my friends when we go downstairs,” he told Landon as he put his dick back into his pants.
“I’ve met your friends.” Landon searched the floor for his discarded shorts, then poured himself back into the tight latex. He adjusted himself and groaned a disapproving sound.
“What’s wrong?”
Landon pointed at his cock—the cage noticeably protruding from behind the tight latex.
Gregory widened his eyes in faux innocence and shrugged his shoulders. Landon glared at him and shoved his feet back into his socks and boots, leaving them loosely laced. Gregory laughed and advanced on Landon, backing him into the closed door. He looped his hand around Landon’s neck and held him there, dipping down and sucking a bruise into the base of Landon’s throat.
He traced his finger around the thin line of Landon’s neck and lamented its nakedness.
“I’m going to collar you,” he promised.
Landon exhaled a breathy moan of approval.
“I love that you love that.” Gregory pressed their bodies together. “I love that you want to be owned so completely.”
“By you, Sir,” Landon clarified.
“Of course.” Gregory slid his hand down Landon’s chest and over his encased cock. “Now, my friends.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Landon moved aside and Gregory opened the door, stepping out into the small alcove with Landon just behind him.
“I think this goes without saying, but I appreciate the fact you’re a business owner and this is your business, but I don’t believe that should in any way negate the respect you give me.”
“Never,” Landon promised.
Downstairs, the club was just starting to fill up and Gregory found his friends at the bar. Aaron was leaning over exchanging words with Verity while Justin, Micah, and Keith hung behind him with drinks in hand.
“There he is!” Micah exclaimed with a wave.
Gregory joined them, exchanging hugs and handshakes. He felt Landon’s body heat against his back and he was well aware of the fact that Landon had taken his earlier warning to heart. Gregory traded pleasantries with his friends. Keith kept glancing over his shoulder at Landon but didn’t verbalize anything.
Aaron finally turned his back to the bar and joined the group. He looked like he might be in a sour mood, but Gregory couldn’t make a clear read of his facial expressions. Verity, on the other hand, had fire blazing across their face and they glared holes in the back of Aaron’s head. Their attention shifted and landed on Landon, and they inclined their head to call him toward the bar.
Landon didn’t fucking move.
Gregory reached behind him and clasped Landon’s hand, bringing it forward and cupping it around his thickening cock.
“Good boy,” he whispered in Landon’s ear. “Look what happens when you make me proud.”
Gregory tensed the muscles in his growing erection under Landon’s grip. He took his hand away, and Landon kept his there, flexing his fingers around Gregory’s cock.
“This is Landon,” Gregory finally told his friends.
“Forgive us if we don’t shake,” Justin said with a laugh.
“Forgiven,” Landon answered quietly, but loud enough to be heard over the music.
