“Please what, Alain?” Dillon’s voice was wrecked, gravel-ruined from lust and cock sucking, and Alain had to dig his short fingernails into his own palm to keep from coming just from the knowledge thathe and he alonehad done that to the huge, sexyman.
“Please let mecome.”
“Like this, baby? With only my mouth? Before we get to any of the good stuff?” The words were whispered into the skin of his dick, imprintedthere.
“Good stuff?” Alain’s voice was reedy and thin, not surprising since all the blood and oxygen in his body were currentlyoccupied.
Dillon hummed and moved his head down, his arm knocking Alain’s feet wideapart.
“Let’s see how high you can go, Alain. You let me know when you feel like you’re going to come.Understand?”
Alain swallowed. How high he could go? He nodded enthusiastically, and like he’d only been waiting on Alain’s agreement, Dillon’s tongue traveled further back, sucking Alain’s tightened balls into his mouth one at a time and rollinggently.
Alain’s eyes wheeled back in his head for a moment, and he wondered if it were possible to pass out from too much pleasure.Robotics Developer Dies of Acute Bliss,the headline would read. And at the moment, he was absolutely fine having that as hisepitaph.
He lifted a foot off the floor, and Dillon hummed in approval, guiding Alain’s leg up and over his shoulder, allowing him some small amount ofleverage.
Dillon’s mouth captured Alain’s cock again, sucking him all the way down just as his wet finger brushed over Alain’spucker.
Oh shit.Shit, shit, shit.Alain couldn’t keep himself from thrusting forward, and despite the hands braced on his hips, Dillon did nothing to stop him, allowing Alain to piston his hips and drive his cock deeper and deeper into Dillon’s willingmouth.
“Dillon, I’m close. I’m so close,” Alain moaned, and suddenly Dillon’s mouth was gone, his fingers wrapped firmly around the base of Alain’scock.
“You are so gorgeous, Alain. So perfect. Every inch of your body. Every part of your over-thinking brain.” Dillon murmured broken words into his hip. “I love the way you let me give this toyou.”
Alain shook his head. “Not me. N-not perfect. If you really knew me, youwouldn’t...”
Dillon moved back and grabbed Alain’s hip harder, turning him in place. The twisting made the scarf pull tighter against the bedpost and against his wrists, truly trapping him for the first time. His heart began to beatharder.
He barely had time to breathe, “W-what are you doing?” before Dillon’s large hand was cracking down along the curve of his bare ass once, then twice, then over and over again in rapidsuccession.
Alain flinched away from the stinging slaps. “Fuck, Dillon! Fuck.No!” But by the time the dozenth well-placed blow had landed, Alain was also squirming for a different reason. The lingering heat from each smack had lit his ass up like Christmas, and suddenly he could feel every inch of flesh in a way he hadn’tbefore.
Dillon’s voice was ragged as he panted in Alain’s ear. “You donotsay shit like that about yourself. Do you understand? Not ever, but sure as fuck not when you’re with me, or I will punishyou.”
Dillon was leaning against Alain as he spoke, the hard brand of his cock pushing against Alain’s hot, tender ass like it wanted to leave a permanentimpression.
“You have no idea what I see when I look at you, Alain. How strong you are. How smart and sexy you are. How much I wantyou.”
Alain felt tears prick behind his eyelids. In his entire life, no one had ever said anything even remotely like that to him. No matter how much he’d given in a relationship, no matter how hard he’d tried or how agreeable he’d made himself, no one had ever wanted him that much. How fucking fitting that the one time he heard it, it was hisfantasy nightwith a guy who’d never be interested in him once the sun cameup.
“We’re gonna slow things down,” Dillon told him grimly. “Because obviously we are not on the same page right now.” His open mouth found Alain’s earlobe and bit down just hard enough to make Alain cry out. “But we’ll get there, Alain,” he vowed softly. “I promise you wewill.”
Dillon shifted him to the side, helping him lay down on his stomach on the bed, then retying his wrists to the posts. Then he levered himself onto the bed, straddling Alain’sback.
His fingers dug into the muscles of Alain’s neck and shoulders, loosening knots that had been there for longer than Alain could remember, then slid lower down his spine, kneading away every bit of tension in his back. It was sensual and amazing, though he never once reached for Alain’s dick and his fingers didn’t stray below Alain’s waist... well, not much, anyway, and it was the most arousing thing Alain had everfelt.
Never had anyone taken this much time with him, this much care. Usually, he was the one who took on that role. He’d never wanted to seem demanding, he realized. He’d never asked for attention, and so he hadn’t ever receivedit.
Definitely not likethis.
He bit his lip as Dillon’s fingertips traced patterns across his hot skin, back and forth, up and down, as though they had all the time in the world. As though their one night together wasn’t already nearlyover.
The idea nearly made him want to cry, and suddenly it was too much - the words, the gentle caresses, thefantasy. He didn’t want the blindfold anymore - didn’t want this heightened sensation and the weird, deeptrust.
“Dillon,” he rasped out. “Take the blindfoldoff.”
Dillon’s hands froze on his back. “Take it off?Why?”
