They lay next to each other, Finley propped on his elbow to look at Kage.
“Sealed with a kiss,” he said, grinning. “That’s the song you were humming in the shower. I remember the video with a guy sitting by a bonfire. It was on the telly when I was little.”
Kage smiled then pursed his lips. “You’re thinking of the Jason Donovan version from 1989. I was humming the 1962 one by Brian Hyland.”
“Oh. Are they a lot different?”
“Uh, no. Not really. In style, but not melody. As was the original 1960s one by the Four Voices, but it never became popular.”
“Ah, I get it. You’re a music snob, Master Kage,” Finley said in an exaggerated posh accent. Quite similar to Kage’s actually.
“I’m absolutely not. I just like sixties music.”
“Mmmhmm.” Finley bit his lip to hold onto his grin.
“Alright, Mr smart-ass, what’s your music?”
“From the oldies, definitely the 70s.”
“Rolling Stones or more Boney M.?”
Finley traced a finger over Kage’s forearm. “The Clash, UK Subs, Sham 69, those kinds.”
Kage gasped theatrically. “You punk!” He shoved Finley playfully.
“I prefer when you call me your Toy.”
Kage’s eyes grew dark and his Adam’s apple bobbed. This time he pushed Finley harder until he rolled onto his back.
“Me too,” he said and turned the lamp off, bathing the room in darkness.
Tentatively, Finley reached for Kage’s hand and put it on his hip. The man didn’t protest, and soon they ended up snuggled together. Was Kage like that with his other subs? Would it be naïve to feel special? Yeah, it would. Finley released a sigh as he drifted off to sleep.
It had been a night of firsts, and now playing the little spoon to a man was another one.
Chapter Ten
Kage
Breaking his own rule was one thing, but obliterating a dozen in one night was quite another. His attraction to Finley was already getting out of control, threatening to break the boundaries he had so carefully set. For the good of his own heart, and others. He wasn’t partner material for anyone and he’d never uproot himself from the work he loved only for someone to leave him because he was incapable of commitment. The safest bet was to keep his distance, do his job, and don’t get attached emotionally.
Dressed in his casual day clothes of light washed jeans and a leather jacket, Kage paced his flat, reorganising books, and cleaning up general clutter. Even a week after the scene withFinley, the details of it came back to him at random moments during the day.
Finley’s submission had been so gorgeous in so many unexpected ways. He’d given away his big, muscled body with grace and what seemed like ease. Quite surprising for someone so inexperienced in BDSM. Not fucking him in front of everyone, not staking his claim had been a test in resolve, but when Finley, in his blissed-out state, called Kage’s name instead of calling him Sir, it had been too much. The snap had come in the form of Kage claiming Finley’s lips in a ferocious kiss, and in return, he could swallow Finley’s moans as he unravelled.
The choice of room had been a spur-of-the-moment decision as well, not to mention spending the night.What the fuck was I thinking?
Exactly the same as what he’d been thinking for weeks, ever since he’d first laid his eyes on the man with ginger hair and a harsh, but gorgeously freckled face. When he smiled, Kage expected the lights in the bar to flicker, but when he thought no one was looking, profound sadness painted his features.
Now Kage knew why, and it would be even harder to stay away from a man he craved to give an escape to. If he could make Finley float in subspace, at least the man would get a reprieve for the time being. His subdrop, however, had been quite intense, and it would be foolish for Kage to put Finley through it again anytime soon.
But it would be terrifyingly dangerous to witness the full package of submission, vulnerability, hurt and trust in a man that already made the blood drain to his cock way too often.
Kage couldn’t get attached. Not again. Not ever.
He’d never be ready for a relationship, but he’d learnt that keeping his libido satisfied helped him cope with the gaping chasm in his life. One that no one would ever fill.
It was all the more annoying that Finley was getting under his skin. Before every scene, Kage would jerk off to focus on the sub during it, but for several weeks now, he’d been shooting a load in the morning and evening on top of that. Like a fucking teenager.
