Soon, he should tell Finley it had been their last time together. The pull Kage felt towards him was irresistible and he knew that once he gave in, he’d ruin what they already had. He’d rather have Finley as a friend than for him to realise how broken Kage was.
Finley’s low, tired chuckle broke the silence. “And to think that several months ago I was convinced I was straight. Maybe curious, but definitely straight.”
“How curious were you?” Kage pulled away enough to see Finley’s flushed face.
“A bit. I always liked watching people at parties, or clubs. Then a few years ago a dude offered to blow me and I didn’t see a reason I should refuse. Then it happened again when I hit a pub a few months later. I never thought much of any of it until I came to work here.” Finley lifted his big arm in a shrug. “I had bigger things to worry about.”
Kage winced. Finley used to have a child and a successful business. Kage was unable to help him cope with that. But he knew his fair share about sexual attraction.
“You like to watch. You have that glint in your eye.” He traced his thumb over Finley’s thick red eyebrow.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“Not really. Some like being blindfolded, restrained until they can’t move, or completely devoid of the sense of smell, hearing and sight, so they can only experience the touch.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I love to feel things.” He ghosted his fingers over Kage’s arm. “But there’s something about seeing other people kissing, groping and fucking that has always turned me on. I assume that everyone watches porn, or sneaks a peek at some couple snogging when they get a chance. Right?”
“Well, that’s the thing with kinks and fetishes. Sometimes we assume everyone thinks the same deep inside, or just theopposite—we think we’re the only ones out there. It’s neither. There are as many kinks and ways to experience BDSM as there are people. It’s similar with sexuality. It’s fluid.”
Finley rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. “I don’t know. People are simply hot, pretty, or sexy. Whatever equipment they have. Being with women sort of happened to me by default. But then I saw that here, at the club, there is no such thing. I’m not just indecisive. Am I?”
Kage smiled and peeled Finley’s hand off. “No. You’re fine. You’re great.” He sucked in a breath as Finley cupped his face, sending warmth to his chest. “I know because I’m the same.”
It was Finley’s time to grin. “I wondered. Since you play with everyone.”
“I do. I find men more alluring and sexually attractive, though.” Kage pursed his lips, analysing their conversation. “So in retrospect, our first session didn’t cater to your needs the way I hoped.”
“It was fantastic.” Finley put a hand on Kage’s hip in platitude but the heat of the touch was a lot more pleasant than intended. “You having control over my bound body was a life-changing experience, but now that you said it, I did struggle when you disappeared behind me. I was experiencing what was happening, but I didn’t see much.”
A wicked idea sprung into Kage’s mind. He could give Finley what he needed. “I think—Ah, fuck.” A cramp rendered him grunting and grabbing his calf.
“What is it?” Finley sat up abruptly, panic in his tone.
“It’s just a cramp. I have them often. I need to—”
“Let me.” Finley waited for Kage’s nod then pulled his leathers off, revealing the scarring of his leg.
Finley slid his thumbs over Kage’s calf. With sure movements, he worked on the spot until the pain alleviated.
“Okay—ouch.” Kage grunted and sat up. “That feels better.”
Finley kneaded expertly until the cramp abated, then continued a gentler perusal with his fingers along the scar. Starting at the ankle and ending above his hip, he inspected the map of surgeries Kage had to endure before he could walk. Kage stiffened, but didn’t pull away. He wore leathers for a reason. Even if he might expose his dick for a scene, or wear chaps, he kept the scars hidden and far away from eyes—let alone hands. He wouldn’t let anyone touch them, but Finley’s face was devoid of disgust. On the contrary, he traced the ragged lines with reverence.
“You can make them fade with a cream or laser, but you chose not to.” Finley’s focus remained on the thick lines, some adorned with star-like dots on the sides from sutures.
“They’re nasty, I know. But they’re a good reminder.” Kage pulled his leg away and sat up on the bed. “That I survived.”
“They’re beautiful because of that. A rough work of art.”
But they revealed too much about him and had to remain hidden. “And you know how to take care of them.”
“I forgot a lot, but I’d be happy to massage you anytime. Though my skills are far from your rimming talents.” Finley’s cheeks regained their pink tinge. “You’re a master of your craft.”
“How would you know? You never had your ass eaten before.”
Finley chuckled. “No. But I can tell that it was more than regular sex. It’s some fucking magic.” He wiggled his fingers in the air.
“Be careful. If you let it, sex can be a gateway to love.” Kage immediately regretted the words and assumed a neutral expression.What the fuck was I thinking?“I know you’re experimenting, but I’m trying not to push your limits too far.”
