“They’re not supposed to be comfortable,” Joe told him, stepping closer and trapping Scott’s hands between their bodies. This time, when he put his lips to Scott’s ear, he nipped sharply at the lobe. “They’re supposed to remind you who’s in charge.” As if there could ever be any doubt…
“Y-you are,” Scott confirmed, leaning back against Joe without any apparent care for the comfort of his own wrists.
“Smart boy,” Joe said. He stepped back. It was only the fact that Joe reached out and caught hold of his arms that kept Scott on his feet once his support was taken away.
“I’m sorr—”
Scott’s words cut out with a shocked little gasp when Joe released Scott’s left arm and brought his hand down sharply on Scott’s naked backside.
“What did I tell you about unnecessary apologies?” Joe asked.
Scott looked over his shoulder and met Joe’s gaze. “I…” he frowned. “I’ll k-keep working on it?” he hazarded.
“Good idea.” Joe grinned as he released his hold on Scott and moved away.
Now very ready to play, Joe pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Stripped to the waist, he sat on the end of his bed to undo his boots.
Scott stood and watched. There wasn’t much else he could do while his hands were cuffed behind his back. Joe tugged one boot off and set it aside.
There were certain things that were difficult to ignore, no matter how determined a man was to forget about them, or how engrossed he was with his lover. The way the plug that Joe had lodged in his arse shifted around when he sat down was one ofhis top ten in that category. The way it moved when he leaned forward and untied his laces was right up there, too.
Boots and socks off, Joe stood up and undid his fly.
The messages his prostate sent shooting through his body were an unfamiliar distraction. That was his only excuse for not realising that Scott had moved until Scott was already down on his knees, positioned directly in front of him with his mouth open.
Joe’s jeans were still around his hips, his cock barely exposed, but he abandoned all thought of undressing further. Priorities were priorities. He nodded his permission.
Scott shuffled forward. The first kiss he placed upon the tip of Joe’s cock was very gentle, almost chaste, but any idea of anyone ever being pure or innocent died the moment Scott wrapped his lips around the shaft.
Internal muscles that weren’t entirely under Joe’s conscious control tensed. The plug pressed ever more firmly against Joe’s prostate.
Scott sucked around Joe’s cock as he dipped his head forward; his tongue did fantastic things against every inch of flesh that slid past his lips.
Joe put one hand on Scott’s shoulder, although he wasn’t sure which of them he thought needed steadying. His other hand went to Scott’s hair. Sliding his fingers through the thick blond strands, Joe took up a tight grip on them. He made no attempt to influence anything Scott did, but as Scott tipped back his head and peeked up at him through his lashes, they both knew that Joe could assume control at any time, and that Scott would obey his every whim.
Scott dropped his gaze. He moaned as he dipped his head again before slowly pulling back. His lips thinned into little more than a pale pink line as he sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing through Joe. Each rolling wall of white water batteredat his defences, tempting him to make everything very simple and just come in Scott’s mouth.
Sirens blared through Joe’s mind, warning him that he had to run for higher ground if he didn’t want to be swept away by the tide. Joe ignored all that and stayed right where he was. Scott was going to get the time he needed in order to find his proper headspace and reassure himself that everything was still the same between them as it had always been. Every other consideration was secondary.
Joe would never deny that he thoroughly enjoyed every sensation that Scott offered him. But, the moment he sensed Scott was ready for other things, Joe tugged on Scott’s hair, pulled Scott’s mouth away from his cock, and dragged him up onto his feet.
One kiss was all Joe allowed by way of transition from one part of the night into another; and he barely gave Scott time to gasp against his mouth before he took another treat from his lips.
Scott made a soft, disappointed, sound in the back of his throat, but he voiced no actual complaint.
Joe quickly kicked off his jeans. He was building up momentum now. He didn’t hesitate before he snatched up the supplies on his bed-side cabinet. Tearing open a condom wrapper, he deftly sheathed Scott’s cock with the thin latex.
Their eyes met as he looked up from his task.
With his hair mussed, his eyes slightly unfocused by pleasure, and his cock ready to go, Scott looked as gorgeous as ever, but as wary as ever too.
“You’ve topped before?” Joe asked.
Scott nodded.
“Topped a dom before?” he specified.
Scott swallowed rapidly and shook his head.
