He didn’t know.
“I can feel you staring at me,” Chad said, not looking away from the floor-to-ceiling window. Peter lifted his foot up and rubbed it against Chad’s ankle, not saying anything.
Chad shuddered, turning to Peter with dark eyes.
“Stand up and take off your clothes,” Peter said, leaning back in his chair as he let his foot fall away from Chad’s ankle.
Chad licked his lips, not acting particularly surprised at the order. He pushed his chair back and stepped away from the table, fingers clumsy and shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his wide shoulders. Moving his hands down to his fly, Chad didn’t hesitate as he stepped out of his shoes and stripped off his pants and underwear.
His cock bounced as it sprang free, heavy and hard, a bead of pre-cum pooling on the tip of his cockhead.
“Good boy,” Peter said, letting his voice dip into its lower register. Chad shuddered, like the words had brushed up against his skin.
“Turn around and put your hands on the window.”
Chad obeyed, and Peter stayed where he was, one hand kneading his bulge as he watched Chad wait for his next instruction.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. He lifted his glass off the table and took a sip, watching as Chad pushed his feet apart with a restrained moan.
“Good boy. Now wait for me.”
Peter held his glass of wine off the table, taking his time as he drank it empty and enjoyed the power he had over the younger alpha. Chad’s body was tense, his hard cock pressed against the glass between his thighs, pre-cum leaking from his slit and leaving a trail on the window toward the floor.
After leaving Chad standing there naked for about ten minutes, Peter finally moved. He walked around the table and moved to stand behind his obedient guest, coming close enough that Chad could feel the warmth of his body against his back and hear his breaths without actually touching him.
Chad’s forehead was pressed against the glass, sweat beading at his temples, and he was trembling like a racehorse.
“You’re being so good for me,” Peter said, putting his hands on Chad’s shoulders. Chad gasped, arching into the touch and clenching his eyes shut. Peter shoved him back against theglass, pressing his front against Chad’s body so that he had him pinned.
“Do you feel that?” Peter asked, pressing his leather-clad crotch into Chad’s lower back. He was painfully hard, and grinding into Chad felt like heaven. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How good your obedience makes me feel?”
Chad took a sharp breath and nodded.
“I want to hear you say it,” Peter demanded, moving his hand up to grip Chad’s throat. He lowered his face into the crook of Chad’s neck, breathing in the clean scent of him.
He’d never smelled anything so perfect.
“I feel it!” Chad said, the words rushed and fervent.
“You’re greedy for me, aren’t you?” Peter ground his crotch into Chad’s lower back, his cock throbbing in its leather prison. “Greedy for my knot in your hungry hole.”
Chad moaned and tried to stand up on his toes, pressing his ass up against Peter’s bulge. Peter shoved him back down on his heels.
“Don’t come,” he ordered, placing his palm flat on Chad’s abs and sliding his hand down to envelop the needy alpha’s cock. Chad gasped, his cock throbbing in Peter’s hand, and Peter grinned into his neck.
He started jerking Chad off. Chad keened, his balls pulling up tight as Peter brought him to the edge.
“Peter… I can’t!” Chad cried, his body shaking. Peter took mercy and let go, his own cock demanding attention. He stepped back, leaving Chad leaning against the glass on unsteady legs.
Peter wondered if anyone from the neighboring buildings were watching them. Sometimes it turned him on to think of others witnessing his conquests, but not tonight.
“On your hands and knees and follow me,” Peter said, turning around and walking toward the door. He stopped in the doorway, looking over his shoulder to see Chad stumbling after him like a puppy that hadn’t quite figured out how to use his legs.
“You like the view?” he asked when he saw that Chad’s gaze was fixed on his ass. Chad blushed, nodding hastily and looking down. Peter felt a flush of pleasure and he resumed walking.
Peter led Chad to the living room. He sank down onto the couch and spread his thighs, his cock making a thick line down toward his thighs. Groping himself, making eye contact with Chad who had come to a stop just a foot away, Peter unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. He folded the length of leather and slapped it down on his palm, watching Chad’s reaction.
It wasgood. Chad shuddered, a tiny whimper escaping his throat, and he looked at the length of leather in Peter’s hands with unhidden desire.
