Page 19 of His for Hanukkah

He heard Adam’s sharply indrawn breath.

“Then, you’re going to get a pillow from the bed. I want you to set it down in the living room and kneel on it for me. I expect you to be wearing nothing but the blindfold.”

“Yes, Sir.” It sounded like Adam was trying to be calm and obedient, but his excitement pulsed through.

“Excellent. You will wait for me with your hands behind your back until I come home and give you additional instructions. Any questions?”

“No, Sir.”

“Goodbye, Little Star.”

“Goodbye, Sir.”

When Tate walked in, the vision that greeted him nearly took his breath away. He had expected Adam to do as he’d asked, but knowing it and seeing it were two completely different experiences.

Adam knelt with his back straight and his head tilted down, his chest thrust forward and his arms clasped behind him. His curly, black hair fell forward over the black leather of the blindfold, and his kissably pink lips were slightly parted.

He wasn’t classically beautiful in the way that the mainstream media idolized. But his thin, lanky arms and soft belly drew Tate in. There was something precious about the way that he presented his body, just the way it was, for Tate’s gaze.

He submitted beautifully, and that made the rest of him naturally beautiful beyond anything that Tate might find in a magazine.

His knees were splayed, revealing a slim, but long cock that was already hard. Seeing his arousal was making Tate even harder too.

He knew that Adam had heard him come in, and he’d seen him slightly lift his head toward the door before looking back down. Nonetheless, his breathing was calm and even.

Tate walked toward the sub and ran his fingers over his head. Tate’s own hair was straight, and it had taken him awhile to realize that he had to run his fingers over Adam’s curls instead of through them.

He walked closer, then stepped onto the pillow, his foot between Adam’s thighs. Adam’s cock ran along the side of his sock. He loved the contrast of being fully clothed while Adam was naked.

He pressed Adam’s face against him, pleased when Adam nuzzled his face into his packer. It wasn’t as good as direct stimulation, but it still sent jolts of feeling through him. He liked the idea of Adam feeling his arousal, too, recognizing how much he turned him on.

He shifted his foot a little, making the cuff of his rough jeans rub along the side of Adam’s prick. Adam gasped and nuzzled in deeper. He was so beautifully sensitive, so eager.

Tate allowed them both to settle like that for a moment, but this wasn’t where he wanted the evening to go. He slowly stepped back, making sure that Adam had regained his balance first.

He reached into the bag he had brought home, then set the box on the coffee table. He was pleased to see that Adam had arranged the Hanukkah candles there, making them part of their scene.

Reaching into the box, he picked up his purchase and held it just beneath Adam’s nose.

“Smell.” He kept his voice light. He wanted to be playful and sensual tonight as they got to know each other. There would be other times for more formal or intense scenes.

Adam inhaled deeply.

“What do you think I’ve brought for you?”

“Mmmmm...” Adam gave an exaggerated moan, picking up Tate’s cues that he could speak more casually, even though he retained his submissive posture. “Is it chocolate? Maybe some sort of pastry?”

“It is both of those things. But I thought it was especially apropos for the second night of Hanukkah.”

Wrinkles gathered and then cleared above Adam’s blindfold. “A sufganiyah! Thank you, Tate!” Adam’s delight was evident.

Tate hoped that he could continue to bring him this much joy. That he could erase all of Adam’s unhappy memories and replace them with moments like these.

“Is that how you say it? I wasn’t even sure if I got the right thing.”

“If it’s fried in oil, you can eat it for Hannukah. And if it’s a doughnut, then you can call it a sufganiyah.”

Tate smirked. Even in the middle of the scene Adam found the space for an educational note.