“Upstairs?” Dillon asked, a smile in his voice, and Alainnodded.
Yes. Of course. That’s where he kept the bed. Dillon was sosmart.
“Bedroom is, uh, second door on the left,” he offered. He let Dillon arrange them so their arms were around each other’s waists, and then lead him to the stairs. For the first time, Alain was glad of the obnoxiously large house that boasted a curving stairway wide enough for two men - one of them a giant - to walk side-by-side.Thiswas why he’d bought the house, even though he hadn’t known it at thetime.
“Big place,” Dillon said as they reached the second floor, exactly sixteen steps up from where they’d started. “It’s going to be great once youunpack.”
“It could be,” Alain agreed as Dillon guided them down the hall toward his room. He realized belatedly that he had full use of his hands for the moment, and without waiting for permission, he guided them up the smooth, hard plane of Dillon’s chest. Dillon’s breathcaught.
“You don’t sound too sure, babe,” Dillon said breathlessly. He pushed Alain’s back into the wall, and Alain could hear him twisting the doorknob. He wrapped his hands up around Dillon’s neck, and realized that the man had pulled off his mask at some point, along with his cape and jacket. The warmth of him radiated through his thin cottonshirt.
“I’m realizing this is a two-person house,” Alain found himself saying as Dillon’s head dipped so he could nip at Alain’s chin. “I think I might have made a mistake. I’m, uh, not sure it’s a good house for just oneguy.”
“I think you need to learn to have faith, Alain,” Dillonsighed.
“Ido?”
He could feel Dillon nod. “Keep an open mind, and I think you’ll be justfine.”
He walked Alain through the open door, and back a few paces to the king-sized bed that had been delivered a couple of weeks before. He felt the smooth wooden post at the end of the bed digging into the small of hisback.
“Yeah, okay,” Alain agreed, barely remembering what they’d been talking about. The only thing he could focus on was wondering where and how Dillon might touch him, anticipating what might happennext.
He didn’t have to wait forlong.
Dillon grabbed both of Alain’s hands and tied them together behind his back, then looped the tie over the bedpost behind him. He tugged experimentally at the softbindings.
“Another scarf?” hewhispered.
“I cameprepared.”
It would be easy as anything for Alain to lift his arms over the end of the post if he wanted to get away, and Dillon had to realize it. The man had managed to reinforce that Alain was still ultimately in control, even as he went about driving himinsane.
It was absurdly insightful and really fuckingsweet.
Hot hands ran down his chest, dragging at the waistband of his jeans and then moving lower to tease him through the fabric. Even hotter words were breathed into the skin of his collarbone as Dillon’s lips traced the hollows there. “I fucking love your hands. I want them all over me. But I want this to last, even more, so that will have to wait untillater.”
“Oh,God...”
The stroking fingers continued to torment him, the sensation firm enough to make his hips buck but light enough to keep him riding the edge of satisfaction. Just when he thought he might explode inside his pants, Dillon’s fingers went to his zipper, tugging it down gently. The feeling of the cool air on his hot cock rocked him - another layer of sensation that fried his overstimulated brain. Everything was magnified behind theblindfold.
“Christ, you’re perfect.” Soft, reverent words that sent Alain’s pulse flying. Dillon had no reason to say something like that - there were no expectations between them besides honesty, after all - unless he really meantit.
Alain was so stunned, it took him a second - a second of hot, moist breath on his belly button, no less - for him to realize that Dillon was no longer standing, but kneeling in front of him.Oh, shit.His nose nudged the hair above Alain’s hard cock, even as his hands pushed Alain’s jeans down several inches to hang on the curve of hisass.
“What are you doing?” Alain demanded, his voicestrangled.
Dillon chuckled - a familiar sound that resonated in Alain’s chest - tugging Alain’s jeans down and all the way off, before biting a spot on his thigh. “If you can’t figure it out, baby, I’m not doing itright.”
And then all Alain could do was moan out loud as Dillon licked a long stripe up the underside of his dick from root to tip. His ass clenched at thesensation.
“That’s it, baby. Get loud for me, Alain. I want to hearit.”
Then Dillon went wild, his tongue licking and sucking all the way up the shaft before his lips closed around the head and he suckedhard.
It was exquisite and nearly painful. Dillon’s mouth was a hot vise around him, his lips moving up and down in steady rhythm, trying to take more and more of Alain’s cock in his mouth, until finally he was able to swallow around the tip. Alain’s hips bucked and be braced his hands on the bedpost, trying to getleverage.
“Please! Oh, Jesus, Dillon,please.”
