“I wanted to keep wearing that,” Dex grumbled, trying to prop himself on shaking arms.
Luc tossed the soiled sweater away and wrapped a supportive arm around Dex. “You can have another, but I like you without it. I want to keep you naked in bed forever.”
Dex shivered. “Like a prisoner?”
It was hard to tell if he was teasing. Did he want to play that kind of game, or was he still trying to goad Luc into revealing all his darker desires?
Maybe a little from column A, and a little from column B. Luc could work with that.
“No, not like a real prisoner. That wouldn’t be pleasurable for either of us.” Luc pulled Dex’s tangled underwear from around his thighs and tossed them toward the sweater. “We can pretend you’re my prisoner, if you like.”
Dex squirmed, a response that could go either way. “Have you thought about holding me captive?”
“You mean seriously?”
Dex nodded.
Luc frowned. He obviously wanted the truth. “I considered the merits of not letting you leave my bed until you agreed to be mine. But it wasn’t a serious consideration. More a fantasy than anything.” A desperate wish to soothe Luc’s own fears.
Dex blinked dazedly, as if he were having trouble absorbing Luc’s words. Unless was it the result of having his pleasure sucked out of his neck.
Luc went on, “It would be easier to look after you if I kept you close. Willingly.”
Dex trapped his lower lip between his teeth. “That’s what you want to do now? Look after me?”
“Yes.” Fire burned in Luc’s chest. “You need to eat something. That was more than a love bite.”
Dex’s cheeks darkened, and he covered the spot on his neckwhere Luc’s bite would have been if he hadn’t healed it with magic.
Luc pulled Dex’s hand to the side to stroke the unmarred flesh. Dex remained pliant, seemingly ready for Luc to do whatever he wanted.
After a moment, Luc tucked his soft cock away and zipped his pants, then stood to grab the pastry box, bringing it back to the bed where he sat against the headboard. He dragged Dex onto his lap, draping both his legs to one side, and situated Dex’s bare bum on his crotch.
Dex didn’t resist Luc’s commanding touches. In fact, he seemed to settle in, enjoying the possessiveness. Luc almost purred.
He pulled the pastry box closer.
Dex squirmed. “You want me to sit here, eating naked?”
“I do. I have a hunch that you’ll enjoy me ogling you as much as I will. You like when I’m not a gentleman.”
Dex buried his face in Luc’s shoulder and his earthy scent flared. “Oh my god.”
Why was he bashful? Did his desires embarrass him?
Luc stroked Dex’s hair. “Am I right, or would you rather cover up and leave me to my imagination?”
Dex huffed, pressing his face harder against Luc, like he was trying to burrow inside. “You’re right, I’m enjoying this.” His voice was strained, as if the admission cost him.
Perhaps he needed reassurance. To know he was safe and free of judgement.
“I’m pleased to hear it.” Luc let the hint of a purr come through, hoping Dex could tell how much he meant it. “You can always tell me what you like. And what you don’t. I want to know it all.”
Dex’s grip tightened. “All of me?” he whispered.
“All of you,” Luc confirmed. “With no exceptions.”
Dexrelaxed into his hold, and Luc smiled.
