“That’s better,” Joe murmured.
The pleasure his words sent racing through Scott was worth any number of stubbed toes or bruised limbs. Scott’s cock strained against the inside of his trousers. Joe could walk him into whatever he liked.
They seemed to make their way further back than the shop could possibly run, passing through a series of doors along the way. If there were any obstacles, Joe guided Scott around them rather than into them. The only bruises on him when they reached their destination were the very faint marks that still lingered on Scott’s hips from when Joe had held him still to be screwed, three days ago, in the department store.
Finally, Joe stopped, bringing Scott to a jerky halt.
Scott’s hearing told him nothing about the kind of room they were in now. “J-Joe?” he asked.
“Yes?” Joe’s hands left Scott’s shoulders.
Scott turned, following the sound of Joe’s footsteps as they walked away from him. “Am I allowed to ask w-where we are?”
“You can ask.”
Scott opened his mouth to do just that.
“But you won’t get an answer.”
Scott brought his lips back together.
“Take off your clothes,” Joe ordered. “All of them. Leave the blindfold on.”
Scott fiddled with one of the buttons on his coat. “Is a-anyone else here?”
“Why? Would you disobey me if we had an audience?” Joe countered.
Twisting the same button around and around until it was a wonder the thread held, Scott thought about that very carefully. “No, I’d s-still obey you,” he admitted.
“Good. But tonight is for my eyes only,” Joe said, from a few feet away. “I’m the only one who’ll see what happens in this room. That’s why you’re blindfolded. Not even you get to share the view tonight.”
Scott tilted his head back as he sensed Joe come closer, until he stood right in front of him. The blindfold was effective. Not a single ray of light made it past the padded leather. There was no way Scott could actually look up into Joe’s eyes.
Without any warning, something brushed against Scott’s lips. He opened his mouth and let out a shocked gasp. Joe’s tongue brushed against Scott’s bottom lip as he traced the line of Scott’s teeth with its tip.
Finally, Scott’s brain caught up with events. He reached out. Finding Joe’s shoulders, Scott clung to him like a drowning man grasping a life raft in a storm.
Scott had already learned that kisses from Joe were rare. They had to be savoured. Temporary blindness was no excuse for screwing that up.
Tentative, not wanting to do anything that Joe might take offense at, Scott lapped gently at the tip of Joe’s tongue as it slid further into his mouth. Joe moved one of his hands to the back of Scott’s head and wound his fingers into those strands of hair that weren’t trapped by the blindfold. He forced Scott to tilt back his head even further, then kept him trapped at that angle.
Joe deepened the kiss and took complete possession of Scott’s mouth as if it was the easiest thing in the world. More than happy to follow Joe’s lead, Scott let it happen.
Without his sight, his other senses seemed determined to work overtime. Arching his back, Scott pressed his body against Joe’s. Even the sensation of his own clothes rubbing against hisskin had him shivering with need until, as suddenly as Joe had begun the kiss, he ended it.
Joe took a step back, breaking all contact between them. Scott stretched his arms out, but Joe was no longer within his reach.
“Unless you intend to use your safe word in the next three seconds, I suggest you start stripping, because, if I have to remove your clothes for you, there’s no guarantee they’ll be in any fit state for you to put back on when you leave.”
It wasn’t fair—Joe sounded so bloody calm, and Scott could barely remember how to do anything other than pray for another kiss. Eventually, Joe’s warning sank in.
Scott shrugged off his coat, but once he had it in his hand, he had no idea what to do with it, had no way to know if there was anywhere suitable for him to put it.
“I’ll take it.” The coat slipped from Scott’s grasp as Joe claimed it.
Scott reached for his shirt buttons. They were smaller and more fiddly to undo. Without his sight, Scott was clumsier than ever.
Joe made no comment when Scott eventually handed the shirt over.
