“I have no doubt.”
Leonidas’s fingers dipped below the waistband of his pants.
“Stop,” Andy told him sharply. Leonidas looked up, his descent paused.
“Stop,” he said again. “Put your hands at your sides.”
Leonidas’s cock twitched, and he pulled his hand out of his pants, then lowered both of them to his sides. He balled his fingers into fists to hide the way he trembled. This came so easily for Andy, he could see it already. Even with the simplest instructions, Andy was born for this life. Leonidas found himself painfully jealous of whatever man came after him, of whatever man got to enjoy the fruits ofhislabor.
“I can’t stop thinking about you in a dress,” Andy whispered.
Leonidas bit the inside of his cheek until he winced from pain.
“Did you want to dress me up?” he asked.
“Do you have that here? A dress?” Andy took a step closer and all of the air was sucked out of the room.
He gasped. “No.”
Andy licked his lips and dragged his stare down Leonidas’s chest to the place where his shirt had gotten stuck behind the waistband of his jeans when he’d been denied the approval to touch himself.
“What else?” he pressed. “What would please you?”
“Isn’t this about what would pleaseyou?” Andy countered.
“While I like the idea of that,” Leonidas said softly. “Pleasing you will please me.”
“Is that always how it works?”
Andy looked at him so earnestly, so open and full of trust, Leonidas’s heart twisted behind his ribs and he thought maybe, just maybe, he should put a stop to this. Lust like this was treacherous. He needed to put a stop to this. He knew himself well enough to know what would happen next, and what would happen after, and it wasn’t part of his plan.
Instead of walking away though, his traitorous mouth opened.
“It is with me,” he said to Andy, then he squeezed his eyes closed and looked down at his feet.
Andy took another step closer. The space between them was minimal and he could feel the hot puffs of Andy’s breaths against his throat. He liked that Andy was a little shorter than him, a little smaller. He liked everything he knew about Andy, which wasn’t much, but it was enough.
“What are your limits?” Andy asked, an echo from earlier. “Tell me what’s too much.”
You, he wanted to answer.
All of this.
“I don’t think…” He cleared his throat, fighting for the words that would admit his weakness. “I can’t have sex with you.”
Andy’s fingers gently landed against the skin above his waistband, not pressing or prodding, just touching. It was light, but it was heavy, and Leonidas wasn’t sure that the gravity hadn’t gone out of the room.
“Haven’t we already?” Andy asked. “In the alleyway. In your bed.”
“Penetration,” he rasped. “I can’t do that.”
He waited for Andy to clarify, to ask if ever or just now, but he didn’t. He only nodded and hooked his fingers over the waistband of Leonidas’s jeans and held him like that.
“Take off your shirt,” Andy told him.
They were close—too close—but Leonidas managed to reach behind him and get his shirt over his head and off. He dropped it on the floor at their feet and waited for his next instruction.
Andy trailed his fingers up Leonidas’s chest, tangling his way through his chest hair and spreading out, the pads of his fingers pressing harder than the rest of his hands against Leonidas’s nipples. He took a breath, somehow aware of what was coming, and then the pain sparked, a dull throb when he pinched him. Andy rubbed his thumbs and forefingers over Leonidas’s nipples, tightening his grip until Leonidas winced.
