Joe’s cock hardened a little more, showing off for Scott as Scott’s eyes settled on his crotch. Joe could feel the bead of pre-cum forming on the tip of his cock growing fuller and heavier each time another erotic possibility nudged at his mind.
“Taste it,” Joe ordered.
Scott glanced up at him. He blinked.
“Use your fingers, swipe up my cum, and taste it,” Joe said again. He took another sip of his Coke.
Carefully setting his glass down, Scott turned toward Joe. A blush rushed to his cheeks as he tentatively ran a finger over the tip of Joe’s erection.
Joe watched the digit disappear between Scott’s lips. “If I order you to answer a question, that’s no different,” he explained. “An order is an order. You obey me, and everything will be fine. Understand?”
Scott nodded.
“Good.” Joe placed his glass on the table. “You said in your note that you wanted to see me naked.”
Scott nodded.
“Is that all you want to do—to look at me?” Joe prompted.
Scott shook his head.
“What else?”
“Touch.” The word was so softly spoken, even sitting as close together as they were, it was difficult for Joe to make it out.
Scott looked up. The desperation in his eyes was far louder than his whispered answer—it screamed both need and desire to Joe at the top of its voice.
“Go ahead.”
Scott blinked.
Joe didn’t say anything else. He just sat and waited to see what Scott would do with the permission he’d just granted him. With any other submissive, Joe probably wouldn’t have bothered, but really, who could have realised that an unpredictable sub would be so hot?
Scott clenched and unclenched his fists several times before he finally reached out. His fingers came to rest on Joe’s knee, where he’d bent his leg up to rest his boot on the bench.
Joe watched Scott as he ran his hand slowly up his thigh, brushing through the wiry dark hairs that decorated his skin. He tensed in expectation, but Scott didn’t head straight for his cock. He moved his hand over Joe’s abs instead. Palm flat against Joe’s stomach, he spread his fingers as wide apart as he could, as if trying to touch as much of him as possible.
Joe’s lips twitched into a smile as he saw Scott’s self-consciousness fade. He was quickly losing himself in his explorations, and Joe wouldn’t have had it any other way. Scott was beautiful when he wasn’t aware he was being studied—perhaps not in an entirely classic way, but in a way that should have been guaranteed to appeal to any dom with a brain.
Joe made no attempt to control his body, or hide any of his reactions to Scott’s touch, as the minutes ticked past. Scott’s eyes shone with pleasure as he ran both his hands up to Joe’s chest and slid his fingers into the thicker hair that grew in an inverted triangle there. Keeping his hands to himself for the moment, Joe contented himself with re-examining Scott’s body with his eyes.
Scott’s cock was thriving on the situation. He no longer needed the cock ring, and Joe no longer needed to worry that his nerves might make it impossible for Scott to remain hard in public; but it still looked very pretty on him.
Joe mentally replaced it with a chastity device. That would look even better on Scott. If it was locked and the key hung around Joe’s neck, it would be perfect. Joe was aware that his smile had grown into a grin, but he didn’t try to hide his pleasure at the idea.
Scott’s hands strayed down Joe’s body again. They skirted around Joe’s cock to caress his thighs. Very slowly, Scott moved his hands closer together. With the fingertips of one hand he stroked around the base of Joe’s cock, then up the shaft. At the same time, he slipped his other hand between Joe’s thighs to cradle his densely furred balls.
His touch was gentle—too gentle. He’d have to be taught how to throw caution to the wind at some point. Joe added it as an extra item to his to-do list.
Scott seemed almost too embarrassed to linger over Joe’s cock and balls for too long. Soon, he was working his way up Joe’s body again. Eventually, his inspection reached Joe’s shoulders, his fingers pressed harder there, exploring the layers of muscle more thoroughly, especially over his tattoo.
It was quite possible Scott had an undiagnosed massage fetish going on. Joe made another mental note about that. Itcould be a fun direction to take their explorations one night—but not tonight.
“Do you know why we’re both drinking Coke?” Joe asked.
Scott shook his head.
“Because a man has no right to take control of anyone else unless he’s in complete control of himself. I never drink if I’m planning to do a scene, if I expect someone to submit to me.”
