I silently agreed, my gaze transfixed by Puck’s gorgeous globes as Liv gloved up and prepared the tail for insertion.
I pretended to be unaffected as she used the fingers of her free hand to part Puck’s cheeks and then pressed the tip of the plug against his sweet, pink hole.
“Open.I’ll be gentle and slow,” she murmured.
Puck had been facing away from me but now he twisted his head around and pinned me with a hooded stare as Liv eased the tip of the plug into his ass.
I met his stare as my lips parted and a noise escaped me, covered quickly with the pretence of clearing my throat.Then I tore away and watched the plug spread him.When I met his gaze again, the look rattled me as I tried not to dissolve into a million needy pieces.
“You should get some shots of this, Oliver,” Liv commented.“Why don’t you come closer?”
Oh fuck.
“Yeah.Yes.Good idea.”I said, clearing my throat again and grabbing my handheld.
Focus, focus.This is your job.Treat it like one.
I moved in close to where Liv stood at Puck’s hip.The plug was halfway in, and I lifted my camera and focused on that, forgetting about that hot gaze and the memories from this morning.I clicked images of the plug seating itself between Puck’s cheeks, ignoring his gasps, while Liv’s gloved fingers adjusted it and draped the horsehair over his thighs.I hoped my heavy breathing wasn’t too obvious.
“Stand up and face the showers.”
Puck obeyed, rising gracefully with his back to me so I could get photos of him in all his glory, with the harness and armbands and collar, small glimpses of red rope harness and the buckle of the gag at the back of his head.His bare feet made him seem even more vulnerable and I took several shots of them against the wood of the grooming barn floor.
Liv brought over his socks and boots.“Turn around and put on your trotters, Puck.”
Puck did so, swivelling in place with the fluidity of a dancer.Now I could see the soft red rope framing his face, the ball of the gag between his lips, the shiny slide of drool over his chin, and those expressive, desire-filled eyes that seemed to have a direct line to my soul and other, baser places.
As he bent to put on the grey work socks, and then the Doc Marten boots, I took photo after photo.Close-ups of his fingers on the laces, his bent head, and full body shots of him while his face was hidden.When he stood before me again, now in all his ponyboy gear, I lowered the camera and just stared.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
I’d said it without thinking, without caring for a moment who was witness to this declaration.It was my truth and my reality, and why should I deny those feelings?
All eyes turned to me as the blood heated my cheeks.Puck made a choking noise and coughed, but his gaze remained alert and intent.He looked away but came back to me, blushing but not shying away from my interest.
“I can’t argue with you, there,” Liv commented, taking pity on me and pretending this happened every day.
I regretted it now, because we were supposed to be keeping secrets.So I kept my damn mouth shut and simply watched as the last ponyboy was outfitted and the three men were led out of the grooming barn.
“You okay, Oliver?”Adrian asked, when we were alone.
“Yeah.”
“That Puck is an interesting fellow,” Adrian said, picking up a cloth that had fallen and placing it back on the table.“Pretty as a picture but nasty in the paddock.Or so I’ve heard.”
I licked my lips, playing it cool.“I’ve seen him with Kamal.It’s true.”
Adrian laughed.“Still.I like a spicy ponyboy.”
I narrowed my eyes and must have channelled some bigkeep-away-from-my-boyenergy because Adrian raised his hands and shook his head.
“Don’t worry.I’ve got a boyfriend.That one’s all yours.If you can handle him.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume.”I ran my free hand through my hair and blew out a puff of air.“I’m not used to feeling this way about…about anyone.Especially about a kinky, gorgeous, oppositional kid with issues.”
“Puck has issues?”
“So says Adam.”
