Leonidas looked down helplessly at the wine, took a long swig, then set the bottle on the ground at his feet and moved his hands behind his back. The position pushed out his shoulders, showing his broad chest and pert nipples through the old cotton of his shirt.
“Should I kneel?” Leonidas arched a brow.
Andy’s breath caught in his chest. He walked closer and flattened his palms against Leonidas’s chest, flexing his fingers and dragging them downward. He tangled the hem of his shirt and lifted it barely before pulling it back down.
That was such a loaded question and he couldn’t even begin to unpack it. Was this the time for them to have a conversation about protocol and etiquette and all the things Andy liked that made him hard? Did Leonidas know about that kind of life? Did he want it? Or was this all just a game? A fun little fuck between strangers in the City of Lights.
“That’s complicated.”
“It doesn’t need to be. You can pretend I’m yours for now.”
Something about that hurt, like a searing pain in his side, and he fought back a reaction. He didn’t want this manfor now, he wanted him forever, but that was absurd. They were strangers. He’d known Leonidas for a handful of hours and here he was with thoughts and ideas in his head that had no place there.
“I don’t just want now,” he said.
“Then pretend forever.”
This was….dangerous.
Leonidas knelt at Andy’s feet.
Andy threaded his fingers into Leonidas’s hair, pulling his head back slightly and forcing him to look up. Leonidas did, his mouth angled up in the smallest tease of a smirk, like he knew what he was doing to Andy, like he wasn’t going to stop.
“How often do you do this?” Andy asked.
“Kneel?”
Andy gestured around the room, a small frown pulling at his lips.
“This,” he clarified. “Find a stranger, bring him home…kneel for him.”
“I’ve never knelt for a man,” Leonidas answered him, pushing his head into Andy’s palm.
“A woman?”
“Once.”
This should have made it better, that Leonidas wasn’t in the habit of collecting stray travelers and taking them home to fuck, but somehow it made it worse. It wrapped around a feeling that had already begun to fester in the core of Andy’s chest and threatened to cultivate it into something unmanageable and bigger than the both of them.
He dragged his hand through Leonidas’s hair, his fingertips tracing gently at the bone behind his ear as they slid down to the side of his neck. Leonidas purred, a fucking deep and feral noise that vibrated out of his mouth and through Andy’s hand. He moved his fingers slowly, tickling at the spot he’d just caressed, and Leonidas made the sound again.
“Mmmn,” he mused, dropping his hand away. “My little lion.”
Leonidas looked up at him, the dark pools of his pupils nearly obscuring the near black of his irises.
“There needs to be limits, doesn’t there?” he finally asked, before his judgement grew too murky from the wine and lust.
“Then limit me,” Leonidas told him simply. “Tame me.”
Andy stepped back, folding his arms across his chest to stop himself from touching the other man.
“It’s not that easy.”
“You’re overthinking it.” Leonidas rocked back onto his heels, keeping his hands behind his back like Andy had told him.
“It’s not…it’s not a game,” he countered, finding himself growing exasperated, but not toward Leonidas, only himself.
“I know. I don’t understand why this is so hard for you,agapi mou.” There he was with those words again that Andy didn’t understand. “We are here. It is now.”
