“You are wanted,” Henry breathed. “And if you want me to beg mindlessly, I can do that.”
Kit’s cock was beating an insistent pulse between his legs, and all he could do was stare at the man laid out before him. Breathlessly, he said, “Oh, Henry. You really don’t know what you’re offering.”
“I do, I—”
Kit touched his fingers to Henry’s lips, silencing him. “Will you indulge me?” he murmured. “By letting me decide what you can take tonight?”
Henry stared at him a moment longer, then he gave a jerky nod. “All right,” he said. “But know that I want this, and I want it to be you, Christopher.”
“It’s Kit.”
“What?” Henry said dazedly.
“Call me Kit.”
“Kit,” Henry breathed, his grey gaze travelling over Kit’s face as he tried to discern why this was important.
Kit leaned down till their lips grazed. “That’s right. I’m Kit—Christopher was an agreeable whore. I have not been Christopher for a very long time.”
Henry frowned at that, but he nodded his understanding, saying, “Kit,” again, his breath soft against Kit’s lips.
“Good boy,” Kit murmured. “I think that deserves a reward.”
And with that, he breached the final, infinitesimal distance between their lips, pressing his mouth fully against Henry’s for the first time in years and years.
Henry gave a grateful moan, and Kit slid his tongue deeply into his mouth, exploring briefly, slickly, before pulling back to tease his lips again with soft sucking pulls.
God, but Henry smelled good, just like he used to. A natural, masculine smell that made Kit think of leather and wood. Kit couldn’t get enough of it. He broke the kiss and dived down to nuzzle Henry’s throat, relishing Henry’s helpless moans. He felt rather than saw the movement of Henry’s arms as he tried to use them, to reach for Kit, only to be restrained by the cuffs. And yes, by God, Kit liked that. Liked knowing that he had Henry held helpless.
Kit climbed onto the bed properly then, covering Henry’s leashed body with his own, relishing the roughness of Henry’s chest hair against his smoother skin. He began travelling downwards, leaving a feverish trail of kisses in his wake, pausing briefly to suck obscenely at Henry’s nipples.
Given entirely free rein to do whatever he wanted, Kit found he wanted map every inch of Henry’s glorious body with his mouth.
Henry moaned and gasped in response to Kit’s attentions, occasionally muttering his name or pleading inarticulately. His limbs tensed under Kit’s mouth, and his cock pulsed and leaked, a thin trail of glittering fluid connecting his tip to his belly.
When Kit reached Henry’s cock, he swiped his tongue over the tip, relishing the burst of salt. He played lightly for a while, suckling the head teasingly, tickling the point of his tongue up Henry’s thick shaft, stroking Henry’s balls with soft brushes of his fingertips till Henry was almost sobbing with frustration.
When Henry gasped, “Please, Kit,” Kit lifted his head and grinned.
“Ready to play harder?” he asked. Without waiting for a response, he stretched his lithe body over Henry’s to grab a small bottle from the bedside cabinet. Henry groaned again as Kit’s body rubbed his own.
Bottle in hand, Kit leaned back on his heels. He showed it to Henry. “Remember using this on me?” he teased.
He rocked the bottle from side to side, and the oil inside moved, slow and viscous.
Henry could only seem to pant. Kit grinned and moved downwards again—this time without the distraction of kisses—and settled himself comfortably between Henry’s spread thighs.
Henry was hairy down here too, and God help him, Kit liked it. Liked the way the nest of dark hair around Henry’s cock trapped his delicious scent. He kissed Henry’s inner thighs, his balls, his perineum, then dipped his tongue, just catching at Henry’s rim, making Henry gasp and Kit grin with satisfaction.
He delicately explored Henry with his lips and tongue while he deftly opened the bottle of oil, then leaned back to pour a thin stream onto Henry’s body, watching as it trickled down from his balls to his hole.
Kit caught the oil with his fingertips and anointed Henry’s hole, relishing every gasp and hiss from Henry’s lips. Slowly, he increased the pressure of his fingers, gently massaging the tight, tense muscle.
Henry’s moans were fast and rhythmic now, his hips working up and down, his torso arching and twisting with pleasure. He was loving this, Kit thought wonderingly.
Kit slowly pushed one finger into Henry’s hole—it seemed to greedily suck him in—and Henry’s eyes went wide.
“Oh God,” Henry moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “More. Please, Kit, more.”
He took a second finger easily and a third without much trouble, despite the firm tension of his muscles, powerfully gripping Kit’s hand.
Soon, Kit was plunging three fingers in and out of Henry’s body, and Henry just kept begging for more.
“Give me your cock,” Henry begged. “Please, Kit. I need it.”
And suddenly, Kit couldn’t think of a single reason why he should hold back a moment longer.
He scrabbled up onto his knees and found the oil again, pouring another thin stream over his own cock this time, taking a few short but necessary moments to ready himself and line his shaft up with Henry’s body.
“Are you sure about this?” he somehow managed to grit out.
“Yes, fuck me, please,” Henry begged.
So Kit did. He pressed his cock into Henry’s body in one long, demanding thrust that made the other man cry out, then breathe hard for several long moments.
Hell, he’d gone too hard.
“Are you all right?” Kit gasped quickly, stilling.
“Yes. Just… getting used to it. Please, that was good—don’t stop.”
Thank God, Kit thought, because truthfully, he had no idea how to stop. It felt astonishingly good to be inside Henry, to thrust his cock into Henry’s big, strong body without holding back anything.
As he began to move again, he became entranced by Henry’s uninhibited response. He couldn’t believe how open the man was. Other than that initial cry, he’d shown no signs of discomfort or even embarrassment. The panting moans that fell from his lips and the flush that bloomed on his upper chest and throat made it clear he was enjoying this.
“Christ, Henry,” Kit breathed, staring at him with wonder. “You were made for this. Made for my cock.”
Henry groaned again at that, and his thighs strained up. “I want to—” he began, then stared at Kit pleadingly.
“Shall I free you?”
“Just my ankles,” Henry said. “Please.”
Kit pulled out, smiling at Henry’s swift protest, and quickly undid the buckles on Henry’s ankles, before leaning forward again to massage the tight muscle briefly with his fingers, then push his hips forward and plunge into Henry’s body again.
Henry’s eyes rolled up at that, and he lifted his legs, tightening them round Kit’s waist as Kit began to fuck him in earnest, his hips slamming forward.
When Henry came, it was sudden and shocking. His cock had been pulsing between their bellies for a while, leaking a steady stream of fluid, and then suddenly it was erupting in thick, creamy pulses and Henry was gasping, “Oh, fuck! Oh, Kit, I’m coming—no, don’t stop, keep fucking me, please!”