27
“You’re incredibly hot,” Ryan murmured against Oscar’s lips, unable to stop himself from smiling broadly. Oscar had pinned him to the bedroom wall as soon as they’d gotten inside, and was still kissing him and holding him in place what felt likehourslater.
Not that Ryan was about to complain. They’d done the part of this where they needed totalk, but he needed to feel wanted, too. Reallyfeelit, instead of just hear Oscar say it.
The obvious erection pressing into his thigh went a long way toward that.
“Funny,” Oscar responded, breathless. “I was just thinking the same about you.”
“Really?” Ryan asked, just a tiny bit ashamed of the uncertain waver in his voice.
“Really,” Oscar said without a moment’s pause, sliding his hand up under the hem of Ryan’s t-shirt and splaying his fingers over his stomach. “And I’ll tell you that as many times as you need to hear it. I love you.AndI think you’re hot, which is a bonus.”
Soft, bubbling laughter welled up in Ryan’s throat, his heart swelling at being told Oscar loved him. Right now, he couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of that.
“Feeling’s mutual.” Ryan settled his hands on Oscar’s hips, holding him in place.
Oscar laughed, and kissed him again, sucking on his lower lip in a way that made heat pool in the pit of his stomach, excitement and arousal making everything feel hot and tight.
“So, uh.” Ryan cleared his throat, searching for a delicate way to ask for what he wanted. “You think it’s my turn to, umm. Bottom, maybe?”
That probably wasn’t all that delicate, but the little hitch in Oscar’s breath told him it wasn’t abadway of phrasing it, either. The hand under his shirt slid around his side, settling on the small of his back, Oscar’s fingertips just barely teasing the waistband of his jeans.
“I think it coulddefinitelybe your turn,” Oscar said, looking up at Ryan with sparkling, dark eyes. “You’d look incredible spread out on the bed waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to you.”
A shiver ran down Ryan’s spine at the mental image, the memory of Oscar threatening to tie him up so he couldn’t leave coming back to him.
Another time. Now wasn’t the right moment to bring it up, but… someday. Definitely someday.
“I’m all yours,” Ryan said instead. “Whatever you wanna do to me.”
Oscar hummed thoughtfully, moving his hand back around to the front of Ryan’s jeans. He gave him a firm squeeze, making Ryan gasp at the shock of sensation running in a straight line from his cock to the depths of his belly.
Without waiting a moment for Ryan to recover, Oscar started working on his belt buckle.
“First of all,” Oscar said, holding Ryan’s gaze. “I want you naked. I like looking at you.”
Ryan nodded eagerly, happy to go along with anything Oscar wanted. Anything at all.
“Second, I want you lying on your stomach on the bed. Maybe with one knee tucked under you? You think you can hold that for me?”
A strangled sound was all the response Ryan could manage, already imagining himself in that position, vulnerable and exposed and forced to trust that Oscar would take care of him.
That kind of trust was easy to give, though. It was trust he wanted Oscar to have, now and forever. Both an apology and a promise.
“Shoes,” Oscar instructed, pushing Ryan’s now-open jeans down around his thighs, fingers skimming the sensitive skin there.
Ryan obeyed, kicking his shoes and pants off as Oscar looked him up and down, the pink tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Socks,” Oscar said, nodding to Ryan’s feet. Another shiver ran down his spine, the subtle command in Oscar’s voice making Ryan’s stomach flutter. He could get into this.
“Shirt,” Oscar added once Ryan had tossed his socks aside, and Ryan pulled it over his head without a moment’s hesitation, excitement welling up in his chest. The way Oscar looked at him, his pupils blown wide, his cheeks flushed, everything about him screaming arousal made this feel hot and urgent.
Ryan tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, anticipating Oscar’s next command, only for Oscar to reach out and stop him.
“I get to take these off,” he said, gently moving Ryan’s hands aside and leaning in to kiss him, their noses brushing together as he tilted his head, nipping at Ryan’s lower lip again, just enough to make him gasp.
Oscar palmed Ryan’s erection through his underwear, long, agonizingly slow strokes that did nothing to give him any relief and only made things worse, his cock throbbing in time with his too-fast heartbeat. Oscar had learned to play him like a finely-tuned instrument, ruining Ryan for all other men in the process.
