“Is it a club?” Reece asked as they approached the entrance, his eyes on the backpack Nick carried. “What’s in the bag?”
Instead of answering, Nick opened the door for him and they walked in together. Reece kept clinging to him, murmuring about it actually being some sort of club as they stood in a dimly lit room, the walls and carpet all black velvet. Nick paid their entry, and they were led into a room beyond a set of crimson doors. It appeared to be a small lounge, where a single woman sat, rambling on her phone. When Reece noticed her skimpy attire, he looked to Nick with wide eyes and leaned in closer to him.
“Is this a strip club?”
Nick laughed, thanking the man who let them into a changing room. Reece let him go so Nick could let the bag down and open it.
“Take your clothes off.”
“Huh?” Reece gasped, looking around the room in disbelief. “I don’t under—”
“Take your clothes off,” Nick repeated, cutting Reece off, and he smiled when Reece blushed and started removing his shirt.
Reece watched Nick do the same with rapt fascination, as if he hadn’t seen him shirtless a thousand times or more, his own stripping process slowing as he was distracted, blue eyes roaming.
“Everything,” Nick urged after folding his shirt and dropping it on the sofa behind him. He then worked his pants open and pushed them down.
Gulping, Reece shimmied out of his skinny jeans, handing them and his shirt over to Nick, who folded them and added them to his own pile while Reece fiddled with the hem of his cheeky briefs.
“Yeah, Kitten. Those too.”
“Nicky.” He was shifting on his feet, cheeks pink, dick chubbing up beautifully.
“Be a good boy and do as you’re told.”
Reece moaned at that, rubbing a hand down over his half-hard cock before pushing the briefs down and passing them to Nick, too.
“That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ perfect,” Nick said, standing in only his boxers as he searched his bag for the outfit he brought Reece. It was a full pajama set including white silk shorts and a crop top cami, both lined with sexy black lace. There was a matching robe too, short enough that it was the same length as Reece’s shorts.
Reece accepted everything, face red as he dressed himself, but Nick could tell how giddy he was, even if Reece wouldn’t have been hard.
Nick’s own pajamas consisted of a royal blue pair of bottoms, since he opted to go shirtless. After they were both as dressed as they were getting, Nick retrieved the gift box inside the bag and presented it to Reece, popping it open himself to reveal a black leather collar within. The front was complete with a pretty little black bow and a tiny silver bell. Reece barely managed to stifle his squeal at the sight of it.
“A collar?”
“Since you’re such a good kitten,” Nick hummed, taking his time securing the collar around Reece’s pretty throat. “Fuck… Looks even better than I thought it would.”
Reece giggled, bouncing on his feet to make the bell jingle. Then he twirled around, giving Nick the full view. “You think I’m cute?”
“Cute don’t even come close to describing what you are, Kitten.”
“Stop,” Reece said, hiding his face behind his hands.
“Gonna show you exactly what I think,” Nick promised as he packed their stuff away into one of the lockers.
Reece really thought they were about to walk into some sex dungeon, and though he’d already gotten himself worked up thanks to his overly creative imagination, Reece wasn’t disappointed in the least when he learned the truth.
Nick had arranged an intimate photo shoot. Something sensual and sexy, reserved for the two of them only. Reece might’ve been the professional model, but Nick was beautiful in that raw and harsh way of his. Every picture. Every pose. Every touch. Every kiss. Reece loved every second.
“How can you do this to me?” Reece asked, breathless and teary-eyed after being kissed senseless on the black silk sheets over the prop bed.
“Do what?” Nick asked, tongue trailing a sinful path up Reece’s finger.
“Make me fall for you even more…”
Nick grinned, devilish and beautiful. “It’s a mutual problem.”
“Well,” Reece trailed off as his fingertip was kissed tenderly. “I like this kind of problem.”
“Me too, Kitten. Me too.”
THE END
