Hunter chuckled into his ear and slid down his body, nibbling on his clavicle for a moment just because it jutted, bare and vulnerable, and he wanted it to feel attention too.
Then he moved to a nipple, dark brown in the gold skin, and sucked, gently at first and then harder when Grace cried out and tangled his fingers in Hunter’s long hair.
“Sexy,” he muttered. “Why is it… oh, wow! That’s—okay, do the other one. Wait! Stay there!”
Hunter pulled hard, making Grace cry out again, which was great because his chatter was distracting. Propping himself on one elbow, he said, “Am I going to have to tie you up and gag you to get anything done?”
Grace’s hips arched off the bed, and his cock, straining against silk briefs, bounced in the confines of the fabric. He let out a sound—not a word, but a sound—and it was a definite plea.
“Really?” Hunter asked, surprised. If anything, he would have thought someone like Grace, with his strong sense of independence, would chafe at the idea. But apparently… wow.
“I can’t stop wiggling,” Grace confessed. “And I’m going to wake Artur! That would be embarrassing.”
Hunter peered at that pretty planed-and-angled face for a moment, saw Dylan Li’s eyes slide sideways, and called bullshit.
“And you want me to tie you down and gag you because it turns you on!”
Grace turned his golden gaze on Hunter, face naked of pretense, and nodded. “It would be really good to not fuck this up with my mouth,” he said, absolutely straight-faced.
Hunter squeezed his eyes shut and opened them. “And here I was hoping your mouth would be on my cock at some point in time, but, well, another day.”
“Wait!” The look on Grace’s face would have been comical if Hunter’s erection hadn’t been threatening the seams of his shorts and his sanity. “Can I suck you off now and then—”
Hunter hurled himself out of bed to stand next to Grace, shoved his boxers down and let his cock flop out before Grace could say one more thing.
Grace opened his mouth obediently and sucked Hunter in, and Hunter let him, tangling his fingers in the glossy hair and rocking his hips.
“I’m gonna get my rope,” he muttered, “and I’m gonna tie your hands, and I’m gonna gag ya, and I’m gonna fuck ya until you scream, and then I’m gonna suck ya, and you’re gonna come, and just once, just fuckin’ once, you are gonna stop talking long enough for me to take care of you!”
Grace nodded while he kept up delirious pressure with his mouth and an expert rhythm with his hands, and Hunter wasn’t sure if he’d been had or if he’d gotten a blowjob out of self-defense. But it didn’t matter. Grace’s eyes were rolling back in his head, and his hips were writhing on the bed even as he kept that steady, perfect sucking and stroking, using his tongue at the end of every move.
“Dammit, Grace!” Hunter moaned, lost in the act, lost in the moment, about to come and unable to stop himself. “After this, I will tie you up and gag you just so I can make love to you!”
Grace made a panicked sound and sucked harder, and Hunter gave up and came.
Grace kept sucking, and Hunter palmed the back of his head, driving down his throat, half angry at himself for letting Grace get the best of him. As Hunter spasmed, Grace let out a high-pitched whine around his cock, and Hunter opened his eyes and watched as that lithe body arched off the bed, the front of his briefs growing wet and blotchy as he came too.
Hunter pulled out of his mouth then with a sigh and dropped to his knees in front of the bed, pulling Grace forward so he could kiss him, hard, before he swallowed completely.
Grace acquiesced, going limp, allowing Hunter to ravage his mouth with his tongue the way he’d ravaged it with his cock, and Hunter wanted to cry.
This—this—was what it was like to care for someone damaged. He got it now: Why Josh would be so worried. Why Grace would just accept that Hunter would use him. That they’d get it over with and be okay.
This was important to Hunter—it was everything he hadn’t been able to feel, hadn’t been able to do, for a year now, since Paulie, and it mattered. And he was pretty sure it mattered to Grace, because he didn’t think anybody who’d had Grace’s body had cared for his heart the way Hunter wanted to.
But Grace didn’t know that.
He sighed, relaxing into the kiss some more, and was relieved when Grace went pliant, then got into it, kissed him back and more. Hunter’s arousal returned, his cock growing fat and stiff, and he pulled away.
“Let me start this again,” he said. “Take off your underwear and then hold your hands over your head.”
Grace gave him a dreamy smile, as if this was all he’d wanted in a lover, ever, and followed Hunter’s directions.
For his part, Hunter walked to his jacket and pulled out about eight feet of nylon cord, the soft kind that wouldn’t abrade Grace’s tender skin, a clean handkerchief he carried for all sorts of uses, and a condom and lube, because every good boy carried them, whether they had a series of negative tests or not. He returned to where Grace lay, eyes alight and ready, perfectly lean, defined body sprawled out for Hunter’s use. His cock, still stiff, was also wet from the orgasm he’d had while sucking Hunter off.
Hunter stood over him and stroked gentle fingers down his face, down his jaw, along his throat, stopping to let Grace suck on his thumb.
“Safeword is ‘Stop, Hunter, I don’t like this.’ I’m not tying the gag in. You can spit it out whenever you want.” With that, he waited until Grace looked him in the eyes. “You consent to this?”
Grace nodded soberly, his entire face open with anticipation.
Carefully, Hunter bound Grace’s hands together over his head and then ran the rope down under one knee and back to his hands. He’d prefer more rope, but this splayed Grace out and cut down on his mobility, and the knots were basic sailor’s knots, the kind that could be released with one tug. He put the end of the rope in Grace’s hand. “Just pull,” he said gently. “This is for you, not me.”
“Good, because my cock is super hard, and I’m gonna jump out of the bed and start humping the door or something if you don’t get a move on, okay?”
Hunter smiled and put the gag in his mouth, giving him plenty of play.
Grace’s eyes sheened over, apparently with joy, and Hunter gave in to what he’d wanted from the first and began a slow seduction.
He started on Grace’s nipples, and he spent as long on them as he damn well pleased—teasing, tormenting, nipping, until Grace’s cock bounced and splatted on his abdomen. Hunter’s own nipples tingled, his cock, even his taint and asshole, and he swore softly to himself.
He could take the rest of the night and most of the morning worshipping Dylan Li’s body, but he was going to come from anticipation if he didn’t get busy.
He grabbed the lube from where he’d left it on the bed and dribbled some on his fingers before toying with Grace’s entrance, fiddling really, drawing little patterns on the smooth, hairless pucker while Grace made sounds behind the gag and pressed his free foot hard into the mattress.
Hunter upped his game, running his lips along the length of Grace’s cock, allowing his tongue out to taste. Ah! His come was sweet, even cold, and he licked harder, down along the harp string, under the bell. Grace made a muffled scream of frustration, and Hunter looked up his long body, meeting his eyes.