“Do you want me to hang up?” Darius asked.
Kit froze, every possible reply evaporating from his lips.
James chuckled low. “Fuck, man, you wouldn’t be asking if you could see his face right now. Pretty boy is thirsty for this.”
Another door closed, more quietly. “I’m talking to Kit.”
It was nice of Darius to give him an out, but Kit almost resented being asked. He didn’t want to have to make these decisions. Desperate with arousal, Kit just wanted to do whatever James and Darius told him to do. The surprise and excitement were part of the rush.
But there was the point that Darius couldn’t see his face and how really, really into this he was. Kit forced himself to say, “I don’t mind. Um. This is, um. Fine.”
Darius’s chuckle filled the kitchen, and James laughed and bit Kit’s chin.
“Fine, huh?” James asked.
“I mean, I’m sure Darius has better things to do than…” What were they even doing? Was this phone sex?
“I was just thinking,” James said.
“Never a good sign.” Darius sounded like he was walking around again, his footsteps echoing. “What’s he wearing?”
Kit shuddered with arousal as James answered. “A baggy t-shirt and socks. Nothing else. He’s sitting on my kitchen counter, and he looks delicious. I’ve barely even touched him,and he’s bitten his lip so much it’s all red.” James tenderly pulled Kit’s lower lip from between his teeth—something Kit hadn’t even realized he was doing. “But that’s not what I was calling about.”
Darius snorted. “All right, what was so important that you had to interrupt time with your new boyfriend?”
“He’s not my—”
James’s entire hand closed around Kit’s cock and twisted him into a wordless, strangled whimper. “Well.” James sounded entirely too composed as he unraveled Kit’s consciousness through his dick. “You texted me, and Kit asked why—hands on the counter, babe—Kit asked why your name is Rope Guy in my phone.”
Darius groaned. “Because you have a stupid nickname fetish.”
James stroked both hands up Kit’s sides, pushing his shirt up his torso. Kit felt even more exposed than if he was entirely naked. With his shirt hiked up his chest and his socks covering him to mid-thigh, the fabric framed the rest of him for James’s appreciative eyes.
“It’s not stupid. I’m funny,” James said. “Kit, am I funny?”
He forcefully sucked Kit’s nipple into his mouth, so Kit’s reply of, “Hilarious,” sounded more strangled than sarcastic.
James shoved Kit’s shirt into his mouth and said, “Bite this,” then continued playing with Kit’s nipples as he talked to Darius. “So, he asked, and that got me thinking, you should do your anime bondage thing on him.”
Kit spat out his t-shirt. “His what?” he demanded, as Darius echoed, “My what?”
“Your anime bondage thing,” James repeated like they were stupid. “You know, with the ropes and acrobatics and fancy knots.”
During the ensuing pause, Kit imagined every hentai he had ever watched. Every tentacle drawing he had ever seen in the depths of the Internet. Anime bondage could include so many things. Did Darius watch anime? Did James?
“Shibari,” Darius said eventually. “You mean shibari.”
Oh. Shibari was fine.
Kit’s dick twitched. Shibari was more than fine.
“Exactly what I said.” James stole a deep kiss from Kit, leaving him dazed and panting. “My Kit would look so pretty all tied up like a little gift, wouldn’t he?”
There was a ragged, heated pause between all of them. The sheer fond possessiveness in James’s voice was as intrusive as the hand circling his cock.
Then Darius purred, “He did look pretty the last time I saw him tied up.”
Kit moaned so hard he nearly choked on it, his cock jumping up into James’s hand. He remembered the cuffs around his wrists, being eyed by both Darius and Bishop. The way Bishop cuffing him always made Kit settle down, like there weren’t lies between them when Kit was tied in place.
