“Take the rest of that off for me.”
Rowan sat forward and did as I asked whilst I rifled around in the bag for my next toy to experiment with. I pulled out a black plastic wand with a small clump of feathers glued to one end. I brushed it over his collarbone, clicking my tongue with disapproval as he flinched and clumsily attempted to reach for where I’d touched him.
“Sit on your hands, or I’ll get those handcuffs out.” I warned him playfully.
Rowan muttered something, but reluctantly rested his arms back on top of the sofa. I barely held back a snigger as I brushed him with the feathers again and he flinched. I started innocently enough, just tickling across his collarbones, his arms, his neck. He squirmed, fighting against the urge to pull his hands down.
“That’s really ticklish, Max.” He laughed, twitching particularly violently as I trailed the feathers down near his armpit. “It’s driving me crazy, and not in a good way.”
“Hm.” I gently brushed the feathers over his chest, down over a nipple and tickled my way down over his abs. I watched Rowan tense up, his hands balling on the back of the sofa.
“Still too ticklish?” I asked with a knowing smile, trailing the feathers lower and lower, over his navel…
Rowan cleared his throat. “That’s not so bad.”
I smirked. I was getting to him. I could tell just by the change in his voice. I continued to tease him with the feathers, whilst simultaneously searching through the bag. When my hand came into contact with a smooth tube, I grabbed it and turned it over in my hand to read the label. Icy-hot Tingling Lubricant. I had no immediate plans for any particularly sensitive body parts just yet, but I popped the cap and dropped the feather wand.
Rowan sagged, seemingly relieved to have a short break from the torturous feathers. I squeezed a small bead of lube out onto my thumb and quickly smeared a dab on each of Rowan’s nipples. After a second or two, I leant in and blew gently, knowing for experience it would heighten the effects of the gel.
“What the fuck is that stuff?” Rowan asked.
“Icy-hot,” I replied. “How is it?”
Rowan smiled. “Tingly.”
Without a word, I reached forward and unfastened Rowan’s jeans. He sat back and allowed me to undress him, only moving to lift his hips and help me drag his jeans off.
“Can I move my hands yet?” he asked.
“No. Not until I say.”
“Alright, you’re the boss.” He teased. “Where did—” His voice caught in his throat as I placed my mouth over his left nipple, and then his right, sucking off the remainder of the lube. It had a pleasant, sweet taste. I made sure to make a mental note of that for later.
“Max,” he breathed.
I sucked and kissed my way down Rowan’s chest and stomach, delighting as he tensed beneath my touches. It seemed that whilst he had complained about my methods, slowing down a little hadn’t detracted from his earlier desires. I think he had enjoyed that tickling stick more than he’d let on if the hard column of flesh straining against the material of his boxers was anything to go by. I dipped my tongue gently into his navel and Rowan’s breath hitched.
“Is it alright to be doing this here?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“I’ve already made sure we won’t be disturbed this time. We can do whatever we want,” I replied. “Just relax and enjoy your birthday present.”
At that, Rowan laughed, and I pulled his boxers down to free his hard-on. I watched, pleased to see him automatically attempt to move his arms off the sofa before thinking twice and putting them back down. He had more self-control than I’d had that night our roles had been reversed, that was for sure.
I sat back on my haunches, resisting running my tongue up his length, despite being in the perfect position to do so. Rowan was holding his breath, clearly waiting to find out what I was going to do next. As quietly as I could, I grabbed the lubricant and squeezed a generous amount out onto my palm. I grasped his shaft and Rowan startled.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the sofa. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. After a few pumps of my hand, Rowan’s head flew up with surprise and this time I couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle.
“Fuck,”he groaned again, this time almost desperately. “That stuff is—”
“Tingly?” I interjected, earning myself a breathless laugh.
“That’s putting it mildly. Fuck me.” Another moan slipped from him and he rocked his hips up into my hand, silent encouragement to continue.
“I have something to ask you,” I murmured, continuing to stroke him.
“Anything,” Rowan replied, fighting for breath.
“How far have you been in some of your other brief encounters? Have you ever been on the receiving end of the sex?”
