I slide my thumb across his bottom lip, and he tries to nip at it.
“You’ve been such a good boy today,” I whisper, my accent growing thicker. He likes that, his body wiggling closer, plastering itself to mine.
“I have been. Such a good boy. Found out so much information.”
“You’re so skilled.”
“Not as skilled as you.”
“Just as skilled,” I cut him off, my fingers tightening on his chin. “You do it differently, but that doesn’t make it wrong.”
My mouth meets his and he groans into it, his body going slightly limp as I push my tongue into his mouth. He tastes of mint, like the kind my mother used to grow in the backyard. The kind that grew and grew until it overwhelmed the entire space.
Just like Bane, I think. He’s infected me.
The image has me kissing him harder, my hands traveling up and down his body, mapping out the muscles in his chest and back, feeling the shiver that moves through him as I do it.
And as I pull away, my lips tingling from the intensity of it, I watch as his eyes slowly blink open, his cheeks flushed.
“Georgiy.”
“Yes, my name and only mine.”
He sighs happily at the note of possession in my voice. “Have I told you how much of you I’d like to wear as jewelry?”
I huff a small laugh. “Yes, you have.”
“Good, I just want you to know that I’d keep every inch of you.”
“Da, you will.”
I kiss him again until he’s breathless, and then I lead him to the bed. He falls onto it without hesitation, wiggling this way and that until I set my hands on his hips and steady him.
Then I flip him onto his stomach and arch his ass out, giving me better access to what I want to do with him.
“Stay still.”
“It’s so hard when I just want to move.”
“Do as I say.”
He wiggles a little more, and when I realize it’s futile, I end up tying him up. His legs are curled underneath him, the rope wrapped around his shins and back. He’s in the fetal position, but with his ass out.
Perfect.
I trace the curves of his spine with my nail and when I reach his ass, I drag my finger through his crack.
I need lube. I need to prep him.
But at the same time, I want to keep him like this, tied up and at my mercy.
I also want to fuck him. Want to give him the part of me I never give to anyone.
It’s been so long since I’ve been inside someone. Unless you count my hand when performing surgery.
I haven’t put my cock into another man in fifteen years.
But I was hopelessly lost to this man the minute he jacked off into my plants.
