She had raised questions about what he wanted, and that was never an easy topic for Adonis.
Bash gladly opened the door for Adonis, and Adonis fell into his arms. It was a long, firm hug. Bash’s muscular arms enveloped him, and Adonis rested his face on Bash’s shoulder.
“I missed you,” he found himself saying.
“I missed you, too,” Bash said in his deep, clipped voice. “Have you eaten?” He led Adonis into the apartment.
“Yes, we stopped for food on the way back. I’d like to shower, though, if you don’t mind.”
Bash motioned to the bathroom. “Of course.”
Adonis had grown to be familiar with Bash’s apartment. It was well-decorated and fastidiously neat. It was small, only a little larger than Adonis’s, but Bash made it feel welcoming and cozy, never cramped. The bathroom was very narrow, barely enough room for your knees when you sat on the toilet, but the shower had good water pressure and was always hot enough.
Bash brought Adonis fresh towels and then disappeared. Adonis closed the door and took off his clothes. He stared at his naked body in the mirror while the water heated. His body was cut with lean muscles beneath his light brown skin. He liked his body. It had treated him well, had never betrayed him, and had helped him earn a place in the Olympics. It had been the object of desire for many men, and he liked how he could use the body to make men lust after him.
Though he didn’t like to admit it, he sometimes missed being the object of desire for many men at once. Since things with him and Bash had become more intentional (if not “serious” or “official”), he hadn’t been on Grindr, even to chat. He still sexted occasionally with some of his regulars, and Bash was aware of this. Whatever they were, it wasn’t exclusive. Though they’d all but agreed they wouldn’t sleep with others, there was nothing wrong with window shopping.
Still, Adonis missed the thrill he’d get when he was out there on Grindr, his shirtless torso available for anyone else on the app to see. Or when he’d post revealing photos on locked stories on social media, for a carefully curated group of queer men to see. He loved the flood of adoration he would get in his direct messages, the unsolicited (but generally welcome) photos that he would receive as evidence of their desire for him.
On a whim, Adonis whipped out his phone and took a photo of himself in the mirror. He was clearly nude, though his reflection cut off just above his groin, the sharp cut of his V-line and the dark trail of his trimmed bush just barely visible.
A few taps of the phone screen later, and he’d posted the photo to his private story, the one with only gay men.
Then he hopped in the shower.
Bash had good products, and Adonis took his time scrubbing his body and his hair. He always felt gross after competitions, even if he showered in the locker room. Gym showers weren’t the same as a private shower. He shampooed his hair twice and then used Bash’s good-smelling eucalyptus conditioner.
When the steam had fully brought him back to life, he stepped out of the shower, dried off, and checked his phone. He already had twenty-three direct messages from various followers, all gay men, who were thirsting over his photo. He sat on the closed toilet for five minutes, responding to the messages, but didn’t send any nudes to any of the men. The shock of validation had been nice, but he was ready to share his body with one particular Dutchman.
Bash was sitting on the couch in the living room, drinking a mug of tea and reading from a large economics textbook. He looked up when Adonis, wearing only a towel, entered the living room.
“Oh, wow,” he said, snapping the textbook shut and setting aside his tea. “Lucky me.”
“I want to be completely dominated,” Adonis said, taking the towel off. He was already hard just thinking about it. “Take complete control. Do you have restraints?”
Bash grinned.
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They started on the couch, Bash sitting with his legs spread. Adonis knelt between his powerful thighs and spent his time lusciously sucking Bash’s dick. Bash’s strong hands guided Adonis’s head, holding him down on Bash’s cock until Adonis almost choked.
They switched positions so that Adonis was lying on the couch, Bash looming over him, fucking his throat. It was perfect.
The entire time, Bash praised him gently, encouraging him as he took Bash’s cock, saying that he was such a good boy, that he took the cock so well.
Adonis wasn’t sure he was always taking the cock well (there was a lot of gagging and choking), but the praise made him desperate for more.
When Bash finally removed his cock from Adonis’s throat, Adonis gasped and wiped his mouth. Bash, out of breath, smiled down at him.
He pressed a wet, hungry kiss to Adonis’s lips and said, “I’ll be right back.”
He was back moments later, holding two pairs of black restraints. “Come to bed,” he said.
Adonis gladly obeyed.
On the bed, Bash instructed him to lie on his back and hold his legs back. He then used the restraints to fasten each of Adonis’s wrists to the corresponding ankle, keeping his legs spread and held back near his shoulders. This left his ass perfectly exposed for Bash.
“Fuck,” Bash whispered, kneeling beside the bed and staring up at Adonis. “You have such a perfect ass, baby.”
