“Stay quiet and don’t move a muscle.”
With his finger still inside Finley, Kage wrapped his lips around the plump head, swirling his tongue. He moaned in tandem with Finley, who thumped his head against the wall, baring his neck to the faint moonlight.
Kage’s lips stretched around the girth of Finley’s cock as he took in the length halfway, playing with it, but not sucking hard, not wanting to bring Finley close to release too quickly. Thrusting his hips forward gave Kage’s trapped hard-on no relief and reminded him how he loved giving head. And how he hadn’t done that in a long while.
Finley’s thighs trembled as he was visibly straining to stay still. Hopefully, next time Kage would bind him to a cross, a bench, or bedposts, saving Finley the need to restrain himself from moving.
His Toy deserved a reward.
Kage worked his finger in faster, then risked adding another one, paying attention to Finley’s reaction. He released a stifled whimper, flexed his asscheeks, then let Kage’s second digit in.
Finley was looking down at him now, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed.
“Kage, please. I need to come.”
Oh, how lovely. Such a good Toy, begging for his orgasm.
With mouth full, Kage nodded once and intensified his sucking, jerking the base of Finley’s cock with his hand, while pumping into Finley’s ass with the fingers of the other.
Finley’s thighs quivered and his abdomen contracted as he shot onto Kage’s tongue. He bit his own fist, stifling low, guttural moans.
It wasn’t enough as the sound of approaching footsteps startled them both. Kage eased out of Finley and he swiped a hand over the satisfied smirk on his face.
Finley fumbled to pull up his jeans. “Someone’s coming.”
Pain exploded in Kage’s hip and he pulled to his feet with a groan. “Someone already had.” He grinned at Finley, who broke into a fit of giggles.
“Oi! Who’s there? Bugger off, you punks!” An angry male voice echoed between the brick walls.
Perfectly aware that his leg was in no shape to run, Kage straightened his clothes, took Finley’s hand and marched in the direction of the voice.
They passed the red-faced drunk by the entrance to the alley with heads held high.
“Good evening.” It wasn’t the first time Kage used his accent, called posh by some of his friends at the club, to appear a lot more composed than he actually was.
The man harrumphed something and headed in the other direction.
“I live around the corner if you don’t have plans for the night.” Kage squeezed Finley’s hand, his heart in his throat. Despite having never brought a lover into his flat, it was so easy to invite Finley. He glanced at him, admiring his flushed cheeks and the way a smile was playing on his lips. His fiery hair was thick like a wolf’s fur in the moonlight. Kage would love to make him howl from pleasure every night, then snuggle close until they fell asleep.
“Take me there.” Finley’s low voice was decisive as he walked where Kage was leading him.
Chapter Eighteen
Finley
Kage’s one-bedroom flat gave off the feel of being bigger than it was. The dark wood floor, fluffy carpet under the sofa, and maroon wallpaper added to the royal cottage vibe. Next to a record player, a stack of vinyls was threatening to tip over, but that was the only visible clutter. The shelves with more albums and picture frames created a homely atmosphere that took Finley aback.
“Not what you expected?” Kage hung his leather jacket on a hanger by the door and ushered them inside.
“Not really. I mean, I didn’t give it much thought, but I guess you don’t need a dungeon at home when you have it at work.”
Kage chuckled. “No. And I don’t have guests often, anyway.”
A recluse.
Like me.
“Can I put some music on?” Finley asked.
