Several seconds passed, and Ellery couldn’t even be sure if Kefir was still there.In the darkness behind the blindfold, he silently recited a string of curses that might even have had a few of the mechanics in his bike shop blushing.
Finally, Kefir’s touch came to rest against him again, not on his cheek this time, but on his collarbone.The lion stroked his fingertips across Ellery’s shoulder and down his arm, tracing out the lines of muscle as if quite fascinated by them.
Kefir’s hand didn’t feel overly large.That wasn’t exactly conclusive evidence of anything, but Ellery had no choice but to piece together whatever he could from the scant clues at his disposal.
A small hand belonging to a relatively small man?
He’d sounded quite young.Early twenties maybe?
Kefir came a little closer as he started to explore Ellery’s body a bit more confidently.His knees brushed against Ellery’s leg.
Ellery did his best to picture the boy kneeling in front of him, but it was all just guesswork.
“You’re very beautiful.”
Ellery didn’t laugh, but it was a close-run thing.Bloody hell, he’d been a newbie on the scene the last time someone had tried to speak, to flirt with him the same way they would with pretty little sub.In the decades that had passed since then, he’d built that kind of reputation that ensured no one would have dared to approach him that way.
But Kefir sounded so earnest, laughing would have just been cruel.“If you take the blindfold off, I might be able to say the same about you,” he suggested.
A strange desperation to see the boy flooded through him as he said the words.It was more luck than judgment that kept most of it out of his voice.
Kefir’s hand faltered partway through another gentle caress.“We’re not supposed to do that.”
The only man my sub needs permission from to do anything at all is me.Ellery kept the words back.Kefir wasn’t his sub.The words wouldn’t have made sense, but they still hovered on the tip of Ellery’s tongue, begging to be said.
Ellery kept his mouth shut, but he couldn’t stop his wrists pulling irritably at the cuffs behind his back as the moment made them more uncomfortable than ever.
Kefir’s attention moved from Ellery’s arm to his chest.Ellery couldn’t be sure if the boy was trying to tease or not, but as he stroked his way over Ellery’s skin, each caress rushed straight to Ellery’s cock.In spite of the awkwardness of the situation, he started to stiffen.
As best as he could tell from the boy’s continued explorations, Kefir didn’t notice that for some time.It was only when the lion’s touch hesitated halfway down his abs that Ellery guessed that the penny had finally dropped.Ellery waited, blind and impatient, for Kefir’s reaction.
A fingertip brushed delicately against the tip of his hardening cock.
Instinct tried to kick in and make Ellery thrust forward and try to get more contact with Kefir’s hand, but he locked his joints and forced himself to remain completely motionless.
“Do humans like the same kind of touch as a lion would enjoy?”
“That depends on how lions like to be touched,” Ellery replied, keeping his voice sounding casual through sheer force of will.
For what felt like a long time, Kefir remained very still, very silent.Eventually, Ellery felt boy wrap his hand around his dick.Kefir’s touch became a little firmer as he seemed to gain confidence.Apparently, lions liked to jack off just as much as humans.
It wasn’t the kind of information Ellery had been searching for when he volunteered to play the part of the sacrifice, but as Kefir rubbed his thumb back and forth across the head of his cock, Ellery couldn’t quite manage to feel annoyed by the diversion.
Pre-cum began to slick Kefir’s touch.He was just beginning to build up a pleasing rhythm when, without explanation or warning, he took his hand away.
“Wh—?”Ellery quickly cut himself short, but he wasn’t quick enough.
“Do you mind?”The question was so softly spoken, so wary.As out of his element as Ellery felt, with his wrists bound and his eyes covered, he couldn’t help but think it was Kefir who was really out of his depth.
Even here on what had to be his home territory, surrounded by the familiar, Kefir seemed to be completely uncertain what he should do.And he seemed to be looking to the one person in the room who knew zero about the whole tradition for advice.
“It’s your choice,” Ellery said, very clearly.“Whatever we do here is your choice.”
“Unless you say your word,” Kefir added, carefully.
“Yes,” Ellery allowed.“Unless I say my safe word.And what’s your safe word?”
“Lions don’t have words,” Kefir pointed out politely.
