Page 30 of Who The Hell Are You?

“Why not?” I ask instead, keeping it simple.

He doesn't answer straight away and I just watch him fiddle with some wires on his desk, connecting his phone. Quiet music starts to filter out of two speakers placed on either side of his closed laptop, THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens.

Well fuck me, he's setting the scene. Swoon.

“I don't like seeing people hurt or in pain. Horror films just make me…sad.” Even in the low light I can still see when his cheeks blush, and I don't think he realises the little piece he's just showed his masked stranger. The real Miles knows Cass is selfless, kind and just fucking adorable, but here with his masked Miles, there's been nothing but lust and occasional rage.

“Come here.”

I'm expecting him to fight, give me resistance or sarcasm, but to my surprise he keeps his eyes on my mask as he approaches, stopping in front of my spread legs. Slowly I lift my index finger and drag it down his clothed bulge, which by how firm it feels, is ready to start the party. I don't know if it's the soft but ardent look in his eye, but tilting my mask up to look up at him, my entire plan formed in jealousy goes out of the window. With that look, he's turned me into a doting puddle. I’d give him anything he wanted, even control if he asked for it.

“Kneel.” Again I expect resistance, but without hesitation his knees hit the carpet in-between my spread legs. His hands even come to rest on both my thighs, his thumbs pressing in, then rubbing circles against my trousers. That little connection soothes not only him but me, making this far more intimate than I thought possible. “Do you have any hard limits?”

He pauses to think, his eyes drifting to my own hard dick already straining in my underwear. “I don't want to fuck…yet.”

I can't hide my hum of approval and it's a distorted grunt. Yet means he wants more of this. “That's good, because I plan on dragging this out. I want to explore how I can make you go mad with pleasure, before I fuck you.”

His mouth opens with a little pop and he just stares into the black sockets of the mask. I think he won't say anything, until he nods. “Ok.”

Well colour me ecstatic.

“I’ve never done anything with a guy, so I might not like it…”

I shake my head, gently gliding my thumb across his sharp jaw. “Then we stop. At any point you hate it, you tell me and we stop. You can fuck me and if you hate that, again we stop.”

“Do we need a safe word?”

“Do you want a safe word?”

He thinks this over too, his thumb still rubbing circles on my leg and I drag my thumb over his cheek in the same rhythm. “No. I trust you to stop.”

“Ok, Baby. Swap positions with me.”

As Cass takes the spot on the bed I was occupying, I walk over to where I’d dumped my backpack and keep it out of eye level so he doesn't see the familiar patches all over it. Pulling out a silk sleep mask and a soft tie, I head back to the bed and stand between his legs.

If only he could see my smirk.

Holding up the items, I let him eye them. “I was going to edge you as your punishment, but I have a better idea.”

His eyebrows scrunch together, “Punishment for what? I haven't done anything.”

“Shh, don't remind me or this won't be a treat after all.”

Brushing my fingers through his damp curls, I lift the sleep mask and place it over his eyes, adjusting it around his head so that it won't slip at the slight movement.

“Is this ok?”

He nods, clearing his throat before giving me the verbal confirmation I need. “Y-yes. I've never done anything like this.”

“Again if you don't like it, you say stop and it ends.”

He pouts, but doesn't say anything more. I'm wondering what that's about, but then my horny mind just gets stuck on how I could kiss those lips stupid so he stops the expression.

Gliding the tie over his hands which hang in his lap, I gently take both his wrists, holding them together whilst I wrap the fabric around both and secure it. I don't plan on attaching them to anything or having them behind his back. This is just so he doesn't whip off the blindfold, and so I can safely take my mask off for what I plan to do next.

Crouching down so that I'm pressed between his legs, I take off the ghostface mask and let it drop onto the bed beside him. His muscles make the tiniest flinch at the soft clatter, but he doesn't move. Removing the layer between us feels surreal, almost like it makes the entire thing more real. His lips are right there and I want to kiss him so badly, but that seems like a real life Miles boundary I can't cross like this.

Leaning forward, I run my tongue across his collarbone and then press a wet kiss on his neck.