Page 88 of All Tied Up

“Um, ahhh… Sir!”

Oh, so Neil was very sensitive at the round head of his dick. Sebastian circled it with his palm drawing out a shuddering sob. “After the lighting fixtures,” he prompted.

“There’s, uh, gym equipment. That makes… that makes sense.”

It did? What made sense was the way that Neil positively writhed and tried to pull away from him when he kept circling his tip, even as he was trying to thrust up into his hands. Sebastian fought to keep his voice even. “OK, next entry.”

Neil mumbled something, then gasped when Sebastian pinched his other nipple.

That was when Sebastian heard Jamie’s distinctive footsteps, right around the corner. His sneaker was almost silent, but the curved plastic of the prosthetic made a light scraping sound.

“Shhhhhh... baby. Someone’s coming.”

Neil froze.

“Just relax.” Sebastian stroked slowly along his length, fist looser but without letting up. “No one will see anything.”

Neil’s hands were still, but his whole body was shaking, helpless little whimpers sneaking past his tightly pressed lips with each exhale.

“Good boy,” Sebastian murmured into his ear, increasing the pressure with each stroke. He wondered if Neil might come just from this. Sebastian knew it was Jamie around the corner, but Neil didn’t, and that was perfect. “Spread your legs for me, just a little more.”

Neil sucked in a gasp, but he inched his legs wider. Sebastian wanted him to feel that sense of vulnerability. A matching bolt of need raced through his own body. Neil was his to command, his to play like an orchestra, through fear and desire and indescribable pleasure.

Jamie finally made it around the porch, caught sight of them and grinned. He wore an adorable pale green skirt that swirled with every step and a crop-top, clearly taking advantage of the opportunity to dress as he liked. Almost a decade together and Sebastian loved him more every day.

Neil must have seen Jamie at the same time, because he collapsed bonelessly back onto Sebastian’s chest. “It’s Jamie,” he whispered, more like he was telling himself than Sebastian.

“Hey, love,” Sebastian called out. “Neil was just helping me with some planning.”

“I can see that.” Jamie sauntered over, taking in Neil’s lust-blown face and the blanket over their laps, and pushing Sebastian’s arousal even higher.

Jamie settled onto the bench beside them. “Can I, Daddy?”

“Touch our sweet sub? You may. And thank you for asking so nicely.”

Immediately, Jamie’s hands were under the blanket. “Ohhh… he’s so hard, Daddy.”

“I know. He’s been such a good boy this morning. Baby boy, tell Jamie what we were working on.”

“Ummm… Oh, God, please. Uhhh…”

Jamie smirked. “I can see you’ve been doing lots of work.” Jamie did something that made Neil jump and moan.

“We, uh… God, we’re going to file for…. Uhhh…. A small business tax credit. Ahhhh…. You can file it…. Retroactively. And uh…”

Jamie laughed, delighted. “Oh, you have been a good boy for Daddy, then.”

Neil was thrashing in Sebastian’s arms now. “Oh, God. Please, Sir. Jamie!”

“Listen to how loud you’re being,” Sebastian chided gently. “It’s almost like you want everyone to hear you getting a dirty hand job on the back porch.”

Neil moaned. Jamie giggled. Sebastian was about to come in his pants, because Neil was just so responsive and grinding his ass over Sebastian’s cock with every moment.

“No, Sir. It’s just… Oh, please, please let me come. Please, please, Sir. I don’t think I can stop it.”

He was beautiful when he begged, face flushed and hands fisted in the blanket.

“Hmmm… We’ll have to find a way to keep you quiet.” Now that Jamie was stroking Neil’s shaft, Sebastian was just circling the head, knowing it would drive him wild. “Jamie, give his mouth something to do. Kiss him.”