Andy smiled and pulled his hands back, his fingers bending until his hands were fists. The absence of Andy’s touch on his nipples burned like fire and he sucked a breath through his teeth, fighting his eyes to not roll back in his head.
When his breathing slowed, returning to normal, Andy grabbed him again, a rough twist of his fingers around Leonidas’s nipples that had his knees buckle. He forced his eyes open and found Andy smiling at him, a small thing that looked like he was ready to come in his pants at his newfound power. Leonidas couldn’t suppress the tight smile that spread across his lips at the thought of it.
“You like this?” Andy twisted his grip.
“I like you,” he gasped, fighting to stand.
“Are your knees weak?”
“Yes.”
“You should give them a rest.” Andy tugged downward on his nipples, and Leonidas fell to the floor. The wooden beams were hard against his knees, and the denim of his jeans was tight and painful against his thickening erection.
“When…” Leonidas swallowed and rested his forehead against Andy’s thigh. “When we’re like this, what should I call you?”
Beside Leonidas’s face, Andy rubbed his fingers together, then slipped his thumb around and cracked each knuckle, one by one.
“Let’s try Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” Leonidas whispered, liking how the words felt on his tongue.
“Oh.” Andy gasped, sounding a little surprised, and Leonidas wished more than anything he could see his face. “I think I like that.”
“Me too,” he answered. “Sir.”
Leonidas liked it down on his knees, especially for Andy. There were so many things he wanted to do with Andy, that he wanted Andy to dotohim, but he didn’t want to lead. He would instruct and guide where Andy needed. He would prompt, but he didn’t want to coax or hint, and so he waited in silence while they both adjusted to how right this new positioning felt.
“Take off my pants,” Andy said, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it.
He used his forehead to push himself back and he reached up, popping the button on Andy’s pants and pulling down the zipper. Andy’s jeans were tight, and he tugged them down to his thighs, then his knees, and finally his ankles. Andy stepped out of them, and Leonidas shoved them to the side.
Andy took his t-shirt off and dropped it to the ground, leaving Leonidas more dressed. Andy remained in his underwear, and his cock tented the cotton, a wet spot blooming near the head.
“You like to be worshipped, little lion?” Andy asked, threading his fingers into Leonidas’s hair. He tugged and pulled, and Leonidas’s breathing caught, bubbling in his throat from the sensation of Andy’s touch and the feeling of his words.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I bet I would, too,” Andy said thoughtfully. “Let’s find out.”
Leonidas pressed his face against Andy’s erection, rubbing his cheek over the hard length of flesh. He dragged himself toward the wet spot, mouthing the head of Andy’s cock through the salty, musky cotton. Andy tugged on his hair, jerking his head back a little bit rough.
Andy studied his face, and Leonidas wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he must have found it because, in a swift motion, he pulled down his underwear and returned Leonidas’s face to between his legs.
The skin of Andy’s cock was hot and hard, and the elastic waistband of his briefs cradled his balls like a gentle hand. Leonidas ached to hold him there, too, but he hadn’t asked and he hadn’t been told. He put Andy’s cock into his mouth and sucked, tasting sweat and soap and precum, and he reached between his own legs to alleviate the building pressure.
“None of that,” Andy chided, his voice rough. He reached down and tapped his fingers against Leonidas’s bare shoulders. “Arms out. Palms up.”
Leonidas took the instruction and he straightened his arms, holding his palms toward the ceiling. Barely any time passed when the strain of the position began to flame in his shoulders, licking down his biceps. He tried to focus on the task at hand, working his mouth and throat around Andy’s dick, but the tension in his arms had his entire body shaking.
“That’s good,” Andy soothed, his hands tight in Leonidas’s hair. “Make me come so I have something to thank you for.”
Andy was too good at this. Being dominant came naturally to him. Even if he didn’t know the ins and outs of actual kink, he knew how to be in control. He knew how to demand, and how to take, and most of all…
He knew how to give.
His orgasm spurted, hot and wet onto the back of Leonidas’s tongue, and he swallowed every drop. Andy stepped back, tracing the tip of his dick across Leonidas’s puffy lips, and he dragged his stare across the length of Leonidas’s spread arms. From fingertip to fingertip, Andy had to have catalogued every tremor and twitch of his muscles, his eyes falling to the other part of Leonidas’s body that was also straining and desperate for attention.
“Thank you,” Andy rasped, tucking his cock back behind the cotton of his briefs.
