“I didn’t expect to have my eye-candy taken away,” James grumbles amiably. His breath catches when Michael runs a hand down from his hair, over his cheek, to settle over his mouth. He doesn’t press hard, and it certainly isn’t enough pressure to truly gag him, but James quietens immediately. Michael leans closer, nuzzling at his hair, and sees that James has closed his eyes.
“You like this?” James nods without hesitation. Michael cannot help but appreciate that about him; that he will admit so openly, so honestly, what he likes and wants and needs. James is a refreshing man in a world full of bullshit. He fans his fingers, covering his chin, his cheek, stroking his nose with his thumb as he presses close beneath it. James inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring, and he produces a soft, keening moan. “You like the smell of leather, then?”
“Yes,” James murmurs as Michael’s fingers shift, trailing down the delicate skin of his jaw and tapping at a pulse point. “Very much. Wish I could bottle it, actually.”
“To spray on yourself whenever you want?”
“Not on me,” James corrects softly. “I like it much better on other people.”
“Hence the gloves. Did you test them out, before you bought them?” Michael asks, curious both in tone and touch. He runs his fingertips down James’ chest, skittering over his ribs, and smiles when he squirms without once moving his hands.
“Hey - some of us are ticklish, mind what you’re doing! Tested them out in what way?”
“Did you try them on?”
“No,” James says without pause. Michael nods, and strokes the slight curve of his belly.
“Did you smell them, then?”
“Yes.” The admission is freely given, and Michael cannot help but chuckle.
“Right there in the shop?”
“I turned my back!” James protests with a huff. “It’s not like I did it at the till, or something. I was discreet! It’s not like I rubbed them over my -”
“ -Yes?” Michael interrupts, and chooses this moment to fist his prick. He doesn’t stroke, doesn’t pull, merely settles long fingers around heated flesh and holds him. James groans, and does so again when his free hand squeezes an arse cheek firmly. “Am I getting close?”
“Spot on.” James turns to look at him, his eyes sparkling and his pupils blown. “God, you’ve no idea how good that feels, Michael.”
“I think I might have an idea,” Michael says, and moves in for a kiss. The angle is slightly awkward, with James’ neck craned and his hands still fast on the bed frame, while Michael refuses to let his hands leave James’ body, but both moan at the touch of their lips regardless. As they pull apart, Michael chases James’ mouth and gives him a sharp nip on the bottom lip with his teeth.
“Ow! What was that for?” James protests, but Michael is certain he feels his cock twitch in his grasp. His tongue sweeps over his lip curiously before he produces a ridiculous pout, but his cheeks are flushed.
“I told you,” Michael murmurs, “To face the front.”
“I know.”
“Then why aren’t you?”
“I will,” James promises, and he grins lasciviously. “I just needed a rule to break, that’s all.”
“Why?” Michael is bemused, walking through this almost blind and keen to learn.
“To give you a reason to spank me.”
“But you want it! Surely there doesn’t need to be a reason?” Michael protests.
“No,” James agrees, and his smile becomes positively wicked before he turns his head obediently. “But I like it best when I feel like I deserve it.”
Michael feels his own prick perk up at these words, straining against the rough material of his jeans. He swallows, and decides he can roll with this. “You certainly deserve it now, don’t you? Deliberately breaking the rules. Don‘t you know better than that?”
“I didn’t expect to have my eye-candy taken away,” James grumbles amiably. His breath catches when Michael runs a hand down from his hair, over his cheek, to settle over his mouth. He doesn’t press hard, and it certainly isn’t enough pressure to truly gag him, but James quietens immediately. Michael leans closer, nuzzling at his hair, and sees that James has closed his eyes.
“You like this?” James nods without hesitation. Michael cannot help but appreciate that about him; that he will admit so openly, so honestly, what he likes and wants and needs. James is a refreshing man in a world full of bullshit. He fans his fingers, covering his chin, his cheek, stroking his nose with his thumb as he presses close beneath it. James inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring, and he produces a soft, keening moan. “You like the smell of leather, then?”
“Yes,” James murmurs as Michael’s fingers shift, trailing down the delicate skin of his jaw and tapping at a pulse point. “Very much. Wish I could bottle it, actually.”
“To spray on yourself whenever you want?”
“Not on me,” James corrects softly. “I like it much better on other people.”
“Hence the gloves. Did you test them out, before you bought them?” Michael asks, curious both in tone and touch. He runs his fingertips down James’ chest, skittering over his ribs, and smiles when he squirms without once moving his hands.
“Hey - some of us are ticklish, mind what you’re doing! Tested them out in what way?”
“Did you try them on?”
“No,” James says without pause. Michael nods, and strokes the slight curve of his belly.
“Did you smell them, then?”
“Yes.” The admission is freely given, and Michael cannot help but chuckle.
“Right there in the shop?”
“I turned my back!” James protests with a huff. “It’s not like I did it at the till, or something. I was discreet! It’s not like I rubbed them over my -”
“ -Yes?” Michael interrupts, and chooses this moment to fist his prick. He doesn’t stroke, doesn’t pull, merely settles long fingers around heated flesh and holds him. James groans, and does so again when his free hand squeezes an arse cheek firmly. “Am I getting close?”
“Spot on.” James turns to look at him, his eyes sparkling and his pupils blown. “God, you’ve no idea how good that feels, Michael.”
“I think I might have an idea,” Michael says, and moves in for a kiss. The angle is slightly awkward, with James’ neck craned and his hands still fast on the bed frame, while Michael refuses to let his hands leave James’ body, but both moan at the touch of their lips regardless. As they pull apart, Michael chases James’ mouth and gives him a sharp nip on the bottom lip with his teeth.
“Ow! What was that for?” James protests, but Michael is certain he feels his cock twitch in his grasp. His tongue sweeps over his lip curiously before he produces a ridiculous pout, but his cheeks are flushed.
“I told you,” Michael murmurs, “To face the front.”
“I know.”
“Then why aren’t you?”
“I will,” James promises, and he grins lasciviously. “I just needed a rule to break, that’s all.”
“Why?” Michael is bemused, walking through this almost blind and keen to learn.
“To give you a reason to spank me.”
“But you want it! Surely there doesn’t need to be a reason?” Michael protests.
“No,” James agrees, and his smile becomes positively wicked before he turns his head obediently. “But I like it best when I feel like I deserve it.”
Michael feels his own prick perk up at these words, straining against the rough material of his jeans. He swallows, and decides he can roll with this. “You certainly deserve it now, don’t you? Deliberately breaking the rules. Don‘t you know better than that?”
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