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“Exactly!” Then he stilled. “And while we’re on the subject, I gotta say, they might not be my thing, okay?”
Sol’s smile didn’t fade. “Do you have an idea of what might be your thing? Did your research turn up something that made you go ‘Ooh, I wanna try that?’ Or even ‘I’m not sure about that, but it’s a maybe’?”
Butch had an inkling—he just wasn’t sure what admitting it would say about him.
Sol tightened his arm around him. “Youdoknow I’m not going to judge you, right? You’re in a safe space. The safest, if it comes to that.”
His words were exactly what Butch needed to hear.
“I… I saw pictures of these little cages… You wear ’em on your dick.”
Sol chuckled. “That’s a generalyou, isn’t it? BecauseIdon’t wear one.Youmight, though.” He stroked Butch’s arm. “Tell me how the pictures made you feel.”
“Not sure I could put it into words. I guess it was like the feeling I got when you told me I couldn’t come for a week, that I could only come when you said so… only… bigger, somehow.” He raised his chin to meet Sol’s gaze. “Could we do that before you leave?” His pulse raced. “Just so I know how it feels?”
Sol’s broad grin was all the answer Butch needed. He kissed Butch’s forehead. “I think that could be arranged. But we’d need to talk first, and I mean a serious discussion.”
“I worked that much out for myself.” Butch’s heart thumped. “Do we have to talk right now?”
“Did you have another activity in mind?” Sol’s lips twitched, and Butch had never felt so seen. Then he grinned and added, “Because if it involves condoms and lube, I amsoready for that.”
Fuck.
Then he recalled Sol’s stipulation of the previous night. “And would I get to come?”
Sol grinned. “Greedy boy. You came last night, remember?”
He widened his eyes. “You expect me to fuck you and not shoot a load?”
“Is that asking too much of you?” Sol regarded him with a neutral expression.
It was on the tip of his tongue to sayFuckyeah, it’s too much, but something held him back, a desire to prove to Sol that he was serious about learning more.
Then Sol smiled. “I won’t ask that of you, not this time. But after today, you won’t come again until I say so.”
Relief flooded through him, and Butch claimed Sol’s lips with a fervent kiss. Sol responded, their bodies moving together as heat bloomed inside him, making his heart race, his blood pound. Impulsively, Butch rolled on top of Sol and did a slow, sensual undulation, loving the feel of Sol’s warm, firm body beneath him. He kept up the rhythmic rocking, moaning when his own hardening shaft met the steel of Sol’s dick. Sol reached down and grabbed Butch’s ass, molding him against his erection, grinding, and Butch realized the whimper that broke the silence came from his own lips.
He pulled back, breathless. “I… I can’t do this right now.”
Sol’s breathing caught. “You could’ve fooled me.” He snaked his hand between their bodies and cupped Butch’s solid crotch. “This says you can.”
“No, it’s not that, it’s just….” Butch grimaced. “I need to take a shower, all right? I mean, I slept in my clothes, for God’s sake.”
“So did I.” Sol smiled. “You smell just fine to me, I assure you.” His eyes sparkled. “Nothing wrong with a little sweat. I have subs who fight for who gets to sniff my jock after a scene.”
He gaped. “Seriously?”
Sol laughed. “Oh sweetheart, the things you’re going to discover about yourself.”
“This isn’t me being prissy, okay?” Butch rolled his eyes. “Look, I want your tongue in my ass again. And I’m not letting you within a foot of my hole until I’ve cleaned it, understand?”
Sol’s lips brushed against his ear. “Then why don’t we both grab a shower?” His chuckle tickled. “I was going to take one anyway, but I was enjoying the feel of you so much, I got distracted.”
Yeah, Butch knew all about being distracted.
He threw back the sheets. “I won’t be long.” He bent over to put his boots on.
“Where are you going?” Sol demanded.
