“Not yet.” He had his piercings, though—one in the head, one where his balls met his cock, and three behind his balls.
“Oh, man. Fucking hot.” Saul went after his Prince Albert with curious fingers, alternating slow strokes with fondling his jewelry. “I’ve never seen one of these for real.”
“No?” He wiggled out of his jeans and spread, more than willing to let Saul look his fill.
Saul found the one at the base of his shaft next, and spent a little time exploring. “Seriously hot. I want to…” He got a quick grin before Saul bent and licked the head of his cock, tongue even more curious than Saul’s fingers had been.
Jesus fuck. His belly and his toes clenched, as he fought the urge to push into Saul’s mouth, just bury himself.
Saul’s tongue slipped through his ring and tugged gently, and then he got what he wanted as his cock slipped past Saul’s lips.
His mouth popped open, the lights in the ceiling seeming to spin for a minute. He couldn’t breathe, but it was worth it, to feel this.
“Mmm.” Saul hummed, taking him deeper, tongue working his shaft like a man who knew what felt good. Saul massaged and tugged his balls, making a surprised sound upon discovering the rest of his piercings. He felt that happy noise all the way to his knees.
Saul let him go with a final lick, and looked at him with a wide grin. “That is too fucking cool.”
He tried to agree, but his breath caught in his throat. It was goddamn amazing.
Saul plopped down on the couch and bent over to unlace his boots, laughing softly and way too coherent. “These things… they look great, they’re comfortable as hell, but they take forever to get off. Such a mood-killer.”
“I’ve become acclimated.” He kicked off his flip-flops, fighting the urge to ask if Saul wanted some help. Saul had been crystal clear that sort of thing wasn’t welcome outside of a scene.
“Flip-flops are not Dom-like.” Saul grinned at him. “And they’re no good on my bike either.” Once the boots and socks were off, Saul stood and casually stepped out of those black jeans, which had nothing underneath them at all but perfect pale skin and lovely lean muscle.
Troy reached out to touch. So fucking pretty. He wanted to love up on this man everywhere.
But Saul shifted before he got a chance, dragging his jeans the rest of the way off. Saul moved so smoothly, seemed so sure. “Much better. God, you’re just gorgeous. You’re like a… a living mural or something. A painted sculpture.”
He blinked up, shocked as hell. Gorgeous. Huh. “Thank you, Si-Saul. I appreciate it.”
“We’ll get there, I hope.” Saul smiled at him, a flash of promise in those knowing eyes. “Not tonight, though. Tonight’s just fun. I just want to know you.” Fingers slipped between his legs again to circle and stroke the piercings behind his balls. “Why three down?”
“Three is so many things.” God, it was hard to think. “Geoff says he has plans for my shaft.”
“Hm. I’m sure he does.” Saul leaned over him and kissed him again. More of that slow, hot, easy vibe.
He opened up, rocking gently, finding Saul’s internal rhythm and matching it. Saul wrapped fingers around his length, thumb jostling the ring at the tip. “I have plans too.”
“Do you?” Oh sweet fuck, yes. He wanted to know all about them.
“I do. Show me your bedroom, Troy.” Saul shifted off him and offered him a hand up. “Unless you’re into getting fucked on your sofa.”
“Come upstairs. I have a great bed.” He took Saul’s hand, leading him up the stairs to his reason for buying this condo—the loft bedroom took up the whole floor, one wall completely glassed-in with windows.
“Oh my God.” Saul gasped and hustled him right to the windows, apparently not caring if he had neighbors. “This is amazing, Troy!” The sun was almost set but it was light enough to take in some of the view, to get an idea of what morning would bring.
“Isn’t it perfect? It’s why I bought this place.” It felt so damn good, knowing that Saul saw it, the beauty of it all.
“I would’ve too. I love it. This is… oh, I can’t wait to see the sunrise.” A strong arm tucked him against Saul’s chest. So the kid was staying over. Good to know.
“It’s gorgeous.” He leaned, resting against Saul, soaking up all that heat. They stood there and watched the last of the daylight disappear, taking in their second sunset that weekend. When the sky turned purple, Saul started moving backward toward the bed, pulling him along.
“You’re full of surprises. More than I would have expected.”
“I’m not a shrinking violet, that’s for sure.” He was willing to ride.
“No. That I’m less surprised about, with the rodeo and all.” Saul spun him so he faced the bed and ran hot hands over his ass. “But I hadn’t expected to be invited over so soon. I sure wasn’t about to say no, but I hadn’t expected to be asked.”
“You never know what will happen. Sometimes you have to grab hold and see where you end up.”
“Nothing to lose, huh?” Saul gave one cheek a squeeze and then a loud smack that was meant more for effect than to sting. “Let’s see where we end up, then.”
He pulled the huge comforter back off the bed, leaving it at the bottom. The king-size bed was massive and sturdy with heavy knotted pine posts, one of the few pieces of furniture he’d brought from Texas.
Saul rocked him, that thick cock, which he still hadn’t been allowed to touch yet, fitting right into his crack, and naughty fingers crawled over his belly and up to his nipples, rolling his piercings. He propped one leg up on the bed, spreading and stabilizing himself as he rocked between sensations.
“Mmm. Good?” Saul took advantage and leaned into him, dropping one hand to his prick, the rocking pushing him right through that tight fist.
“Oh damn.” He blinked down, watching his cock appear and disappear in Saul’s grip. It fascinated him, how hard and red he was.
“Yeah, look at you.” Saul panted in his ear, voice rough. “Hot. Hard. Wanting, huh? Gorgeous.”
His mouth was dry, and he shook as he tried to answer. Yes. Hard. Wanting.
Saul traced a wet line up his neck to just behind his ear with his tongue, while a thumb swept over the tip of his cock and put pressure on his ring. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“God yes. Bring it on.” It had been a while since he’d been fucked, but not long at all since he’d fucked himself.
“Lube and…?” Saul tossed him lightly on the bed and pointed to his nightstand. “In here?”
“Yessir, but—” Troy blinked as Saul opened the drawer, finding his stash of dildos and plugs. “Um…”
“Busy man.” Saul chuckled, pulling out a rubber and a bottle of lube. “That’s a little intimidating. But I’m more fun than a drawer full of toys.”
“I have no doubt.” They wouldn’t be up here otherwise. “But I’m eager as hell to know for sure.”
“Show me that ass and I’ll give you what you want.” Saul sheathed himself in a second and then popped open the lube. “Let me see you.”