Page 40 of Rust of Control

The first finger slid in easy, Nate was always so goddamn open for him, but Jude took his time anyway, crooking it just right to make Nate gasp, his cock jerking against his stomach.

“There it is,” Jude purred, adding a second finger, scissoring slowly, “that sweet spot. Bet you could come just from this, huh? Just my fingers fucking into you, stretching you wide-”

Nate’s breath came in ragged bursts, his thighs shaking. “Jude, please-”

Jude curled his fingers, rubbing relentlessly over Nate’s prostate, watching his abs clench, his cock drip. “You close, baby?”

Nate nodded, desperate.

Jude stopped.

Nate sobbed, hips bucking, but Jude pinned him down, laughing low. “Oh no, sweetheart. Not yet.”

He pulled his fingers out, ignoring Nate’s broken noise, and slicked his cock,hard, aching, the head flushed dark red. He pressed against Nate’s hole, just the tip, just enough to make Nate keen.

“You want it?” Jude murmured, dragging the head through Nate’s slickness, teasing.

Nate’s voice was wrecked. “Yes, fuck, yes-”

Jude pushed in, slow, savoring the way Nate’s body swallowed him inch by inch, hot and tight and perfect. When he was fully seated, balls-deep, he leaned down, lips brushing Nate’s.

“Mine,” he growled.

Then he fucked him.

Hard. Deep. Ruthless.

Nate cried out, back bowing, as Jude hammered into him, each thrust punching the air from his lungs. Jude gripped his hips, fingers digging into dark skin, holding him still to take it, to take it-

“Gonna make you come,” Jude snarled, hips snapping, “gonna make you scream-”

He set a rhythm that was deep and steady, one hand braced on Nate’s bound wrist, anchoring him. His other hand wrapped around Nate’s cock, stroking him in time with each thrust. The room filled with the erotic symphony of their lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sound of lube, and Nate’s desperate moans.

Jude played Nate like a finely tuned instrument, slowing his pace whenever Nate’s thighs started to tremble with impending release. He edged him mercilessly, drawing out his pleasure until Nate was reduced to begging, his voice hoarse and broken. “Jude - fuck - let me come.”

Jude responded by slamming into him harder, his voice was a low growl, filled with command and desire. “Come for me.”

Nate sobbed, his cock pulsing, untouched, as Jude fucked him right over the edge.

Nate shattered, body bowing hard against the restraints, cum striping his chest and Jude’s fist in hot pulses. His hole clenched tight around Jude’s cock, dragging him over the edge too. Jude buried himself deep, groaning against Nate’s throat as he filled him, the aftershocks rolling through both of them.

The aftercare was its own kind of intimacy.

Jude unbuckled the spreader bar first, careful with the ankles, running his thumbs along the pressure points before setting it aside. Then the cuffs, one at a time, the buckles going loose, and he held each wrist after and pressed his fingers to the inside, checking circulation, which Nate submitted to with the patient tolerance of a man who knew better than to say I'm fine before he'd been checked.

"Good?" Jude said.

"Good," Nate said.

The blindfold last. Jude eased it off and set it on the nightstand and then waited while Nate's eyes adjusted, while the room came back to him. The candles, the low lamp, Jude's face above his. Nate blinked. Found him.

The open expression. The one that had cost him something the first time he'd let Jude see it and now lived there at rest, unhidden, a permanent feature of the face he wore in this room.

Jude leaned down and kissed his forehead. His temple. The corner of his jaw.

"Hey," Nate said.

"Hey."