“So, Viggo’s birthday is coming up next week.”
Sebastian glanced up at the sound of Bjorn’s voice, doing a double-take at his outfit. With fall upon them and the weather turning cool, Bjorn had started wearing his motorcycle leathers when he went out on his bike, and Sebastian was a big,bigfan.
Bjorn wore his leathers tight with almost no padding, and the way the black material stretched over his muscles – clinging to his wide shoulders, trim waist and beefy thighs – made Sebastian’s mouth water.
He might just have something of a fetish for seeing Bjorn dressed up in leather.
“We should celebrate,” he said, gaze moving to Bjorn’s hands. He was still wearing his gloves, and they made his hands look huge.
Sebastian wondered if Bjorn would be willing to finger his mouth while wearing them.
Taking a seat next to him, Bjorn pulled his gloves off with his teeth and dropped them on his lap. He leaned back and draped his arm across Sebastian’s shoulders, his leather-clad arm warm and soft against the back of Sebastian’s neck.
“Josh is planning a party. He wants to host it over on their side. I was thinking more about what we could get him for a gift.” Bjorn rubbed his chin. “He’s really difficult to shop for.”
Sebastian could imagine. Viggo had a habit of just buying anything and everything he wanted, which made it difficult to get him gifts. If he needed or wanted something, he already had it.
Bjorn’s little introduction to the pack’s finances had been an eyeopener. Sebastian had thought that Viggo’s money came from his company, but that wasn’t the case. Viggo had made his money when he was in his twenties in the finance industry, and his job now was what he was doing for fun rather than retiring with his hundreds of millions of dollars.
“Did you have something in mind?”
Bjorn’s expression turned nervous. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his gallery until he found what he was looking for and showed it to Sebastian.
Sebastian didn’t know what he’d expected, but it was not a picture of a young man hanging from the ceiling in intricate shibari bondage. The man’s hands were tied behind his back, one leg folded up and attached to his chest, his entire body bound up in intricate knots.
It was beautiful but also very intimidating.
“You want to get him a picture?” Sebastian guessed, knowing that he was wrong.
Bjorn licked his lips. “I was thinking we could give him a book on shibari and some rope and let him tie you up.”
Sebastian swallowed. “Why not let him tie you up?” he asked, looking down at Bjorn’s long legs. He’d taken off his boots, his black socks clinging to his big feet.
“Because I wouldn’t enjoy it, and you would.”
Sebastian blushed. They had explored bondage a little bit, mostly using Bjorn’s old handcuffs during their bad cop arrests innocent twink roleplay, but this was something different.
Looking at the picture again, Sebastian imagined it was him tied up like that, completely at Viggo and Bjorn’s mercy.
He liked it more than he wanted to admit.
“I’ll do it if you do the Batman thing for my birthday,” Sebastian challenged him.
Viggo and Bjorn had indulged his every fantasy, except for one. Being rescued and ravaged by Batman. Sebastian had even found the costume at a cosplay tailor downtown.
He just needed Bjorn or Viggo to go get it fitted.
Bjorn groaned. “But I’ll look so stupid.”
“You’ll look like Batman. That’s like the furthest thing from stupid.”
“I could wear my old uniform, the one with the tall boots? You like that one, right?” Bjorn pleaded.
“Sure,” Sebastian agreed, his casual tone massively underselling just how much he liked to see Bjorn in his old uniform. “I do like that one, but on my birthday, I want you to dress up as Batman.”
Sebastian put the papers he’d been grading aside and climbed off the couch, sinking to his knees and crawling between Bjorn’s legs. He put his hands on Bjorn’s thighs, feeling the hard muscle under the tight leather.
“You really want to roleplay Batman?” Bjorn gave him a searching look, stroking his cheek. Sebastian nodded.
