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“I don’t think I have a choice, love. But the view is nice.”
Owain gave another booty shake of happiness before ending up at my feet. He began tugging my boots and socks off, chucking them off the bed with careless clunks before crawling up my legs and landing face first at my crotch.
My hips bucked at the visual alone.
“If you tied me up because you don’t want me to pull your hair or something then I’ll pinkie promise you that I won’t,” I said, tugging at my ties while he tugged at my overalls.
“I didn’t tie you up because I don’t want you to pull my hair,” he said, shimmying the cotton past my growing bulge and exposing me to the chill air.
“Then what gives? Not that I don’t think it’s hot. Casual bondage can be fun, but I’m a little confused.”
“I told you.” His cheeks were still pink and he looked fucking delectable. Like a sweet peach in a turtleneck. “I want to do something for you.”
“But why does that require me to be tied up?”
“Because you won’t let me do something for you without turning it into something about me.”
I frowned. “That’s not true. I’m an entirely selfish being.”
Owain laughed. In my face. In my dick’s face.
“Oh, you were being serious,” Owain said.
“Yes I was being serious!”
“I think you’re being modest. You’re a very generous person. Every time we have sex you always centre it around getting me off first, so this time it’s going to be different and you won’t be able to stop me,” he declared with an air of superiority.
He whipped my overalls off the ends of my legs with a satisfied hum and sat back on his heels again to look me over. Maybe he wanted to stare at more than just my face after all.
Usually, I wasn’t the one under such scrutiny. But I was me, so I spread my legs a bit to show myself off to best effect, my half-hard dick heavy against my thigh. I wasn’t wearing underwear again because underwear sucked and moments like this proved it. “Like what you see, love?”
He licked his lips. “I do.”
It stroked my ego just the same as a stroke to my cock.
He met my gaze. “Do you want to see me too?”
“Is the sky blue?”
Owain looked out the window. “It’s kind of grey today, and at night—”
“Yes, Owain! Yes, I want to see your gorgeous body. It’s not even a question.”
Owain grinned, sliding off the bed and shyly reaching for the hem of his turtleneck. His hair stood on end, a little staticky when he emerged from the woollen prison, but that did nothing but make my dick harder.
Owain in just shorts and socks, straining the material in more ways than one? Spank bank material for the entire rest of my life. I’d be sitting on my rocking chair and me and my dick would still be thinking about it wistfully.
“Fuck. Take a picture of yourself just like that and frame it for me, will you?” I groaned. “Gift it to me on my birthday, it’s coming up soon.”
Owain put an arm across his chest shyly, and his fingers found his own nipple. Little tease. “Who’s going to take the picture?”
My eyes darkened at the idea of anyone else doing it. “Me.”
“But then it won’t be a surprise.”
“It will be a happy fucking birthday to me though, and that’s all that counts. Surprises are overrated.”
Owain bit his lip as he twisted the pink little pebble between his fingers just right.
