“I’m going to tell you exactly what I want you to do. Your job - youronlyjob - is to do it. If you need to stop for any reason, you saytrick or treat, alright? Repeatit.”
“Trick or treat,” Alainwhispered.
Dillon tied the blindfold around the back of Alain’s head, close but not tight, and the world wentblack.
“Wow. It’s funny. I mean, it was already d-dark in here to begin with and I could hardly see you, but this is different somehow.” Alain was rambling nervously - he knew it, but couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out any more than he could sprout wings andfly.
Warm, rough hands trailed over Alain’s shoulders and down his arms, the sensation a hundred times magnified because he couldn’tseeit happen, and a chill raced down Alain’sspine.
“You’re so nervous,” Dillon chuckled, as his fingers trailed a path backup.
“Sorry,” Alainbreathed.
Dillon chuckled again, his shirt-clad chest pressing heat into Alain’s back. “Don’t be sorry. I fucking loveit.”
“Youdo?”
“Mmm.” Fingers dragged down his chest, pinched at his nipples. “Having you so nervous but submitting to me already is hot. And rare. It usually takes longer to earn someone’strust.”
“Oh, fuck,” Alain breathed, arching into those fingers. His head fell back onto Dillon’s shoulder. “I trustKevin.”
Dillon froze, his fingers pausing in their sensual assault. “What?”
“I trust Kevin, and Kevin trusts you,” Alain said, blurting out his kindergarten logic. “So I can trust you, because he does.” He swallowed again. “Probably not cool to be talking about another guy when you’re here, huh? S-sorry aboutthat.”
“Baby, you just earned yourself your first treat,” Dillon said. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Alain’s short hair, tugging his neck to the side, then used his teeth and tongue to work the tender flesh he’dexposed.
Holyshit.
Alain actually cried out - a moan that echoed around the hallway, and Dillon wrapped his free hand around Alain’s waist, splaying it flat against his stomach. He nudged Alain forward. “Reach your hands out and lay them flat against the wall,” herumbled.
Alain intended to do exactly what he said, but then Dillon’s mouth was back at his throat, his skilled tongue licking at Alain’s earlobe and driving him crazy, and Alain’s hands froze in midair, curling intofists.
Immediately, Dillon’s mouth movedaway.
“Did you hear what I said?” He smacked one broad palm against Alain’s ass - not a teasing swat but a very realsmackthat stung even through hisjeans.
“Y-yes,” Alain breathed, reaching his hands out obediently, finding the wall just a few inches away, and leaning in. “Yes, sir.” The word fell from his lips naturally, thoughtlessly, and before he had a chance to question why he’d said it, or whether it was weird that saying it was such a turn-on, Dillon rewarded him with a pleasedgroan.
“Sir.That is so good. Now you keep them there,understand?”
Alain nodded. He heard a rustle of cloth behind him, and then Dillon wasback.
“You’re a natural at this, baby,” Dillon approved, his hand reaching down to caress the spot he’dsmacked.
His mouth resumed its attention to Alain’s neck, and a moment later Dillon’s fingers found Alain’s furled nipples, pinching them hard - to the point where pleasure became pain, and then a tiny bit further, to a place where pain became pleasureagain.
Christ.Alain had never dreamed that anything could feel so absolutely perfect as having someone take control of him this way. Sex before had always been rather perfunctory, and even when he’dtaken direction, he’d always remained firmly in control of his own needs and desires. Now, Dillon had reduced him to a quivering pile of want in a matter of minutes. His cock was rock-hard and literally pulsing at the zipper of his jeans, begging for relief. “Oh, God, please,” he moaned, but Dillon just pinched harder and bit down on his neck in precisely the right spot. He’d never been with anyone who’d known exactly where to touch him, exactly how hard he likedit.
It was a little bitterrifying.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, then Dillon was lifting him upright again. “Time for your next treat. Where’s your bed,Alain?”
Yes. Yes, bed. Bed was good. Right? That was what Dillon was there for, after all. Alain swallowed down the butterflies that reappeared in his stomach. Would he regret this tomorrow? Would the memory of this mortify him in the morning? Dillon’s firm hands brushed over his back and once again Alain arched into thetouch.
Whatever tomorrow brought would be worthit.
But he still had to cudgel his lust-drunk brain to remember what a bed was and where he might find one. “Uh...”
