Page 75 of All Tied Up

“Yes, Sir.” Feeling very much on display, but thrilled with the very idea, Neil got the wide, thick cushion from the armchair. “Does Jamie do this, too?”

Sebastian chuckled. “Kneeling hurts his stump, so it isn’t something he usually does. Anyway, pressing my buttons until I bend him over the desk is more his speed.”

When Neil got the pillow, something unpleasant twitched across Sebastian’s face.

It took a moment to realize that this must be something else he’d done with the mysterious ex. Whoever he was, Neil hated him already because he’d hurt Jamie. Neil was increasingly convinced that he’d hurt Sebastian too, more than he acknowledged.

“Do you want me to give you a blowjob?” Neil was pretty sure that was the point, but he wanted to know first. They’d agreed on condoms, since Jamie and Sebastian had enough occasional partners to insist on safety for everyone, and he didn’t have any with him.

“No, sweet boy. Just kneel. See what it feels like.”

Huh. That wasn’t what he’d been expecting at all.

Sebastian rolled back his chair and Neil positioned the cushion. Crawling under a desk was ridiculous. He was sure he looked even more absurd than he felt.

But he scrambled around until he was more or less kneeling, his head bent forward to avoid the top of the desk. It was tiny and cramped down here, and even with the cushion a bit uncomfortable. His knees were going to hurt before too long, but his neck would hurt first. He kicked off his shoes since he knew they wouldn’t help.

He wasn’t ready to safeword, though. Like Sebastian had said, he was trying this out.

When Sebastian rolled the chair forward, it was even more cramped and awkward. His legs took up almost all the remaining space and cut off most of the scant light.

Neil wasn’t sure what to do because Sebastian’s cock was pretty much right up in his face. Was he supposed to ignore it? Touch it?

Sebastian patted his thigh.

Oh, good. At least he had an instruction.

Gingerly, Neil placed his cheek right where Sebastian had placed his hand. Sebastian ran fingers across his scalp, and then his hand withdrew.

Whereas before Neil had been looking inevitably at Sebastian’s crotch, now he was pressed right up against it.

When he opened his eyes in the dim light that filtered below the desk, he could see the hard outline of Sebastian’s cock. Every breath brought the smell to his nose. Laundry and denim and man. The side of his lips were almost kissing Sebastian’s length.

It was just so… intimate.

Sebastian was typing and clicking on the desk above, but the only thing Neil had to concentrate on was Sebastian’s dick. He could just immerse himself in the sensations.

A bolt of lust shot through him, but also a sense of deep calm.

He’d made Sebastian hard just by kneeling here below the table, and that was literally the only thing he was expected to do. It was just him and Sebastian’s denim-covered cock, and oh was it exquisite. He could breathe it in. Close his eyes and feel every inch of it pressed against his cheek and lips.

Neil adjusted himself so he could stay comfortable. With Sebastian’s knees taking most of his weight, he didn’t have to support his head or worry about it touching the board above him.

He sighed and nuzzled in a little closer.

“Good boy,” Sebastian murmured. He stroked Neil’s head again, a tender, thrilling touch, and then his hand withdrew.

The clicks of the keyboard and mouse were comforting above him, but also seemed miles away.

Neil fantasized for a moment about taking out Sebastian’s cock and tasting it. Maybe sucking him off. Maybe just holding it there and keeping it warm.

But he realized that he didn’t need to fantasize about anything else. Just being here, just like this, was its own kind of perfection.

Neil was right where he wanted to be. There wasn’t any hurry. No rush to get enough of what he wanted before it was taken away.

The only thing he wanted to imagine was this being Daddy’s cock and Daddy’s knees. It was so hard not to see Sebastian that way when everything about him screamed Daddy and Jamie called him that all the time.

So Neil let himself dream, just for a little bit, that Sebastian was really his Daddy.