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“A safeword.”
“Seriously, I can take anything.”
Emory’s face was set. “I won’t be part of your self-punishment, Jesse.Ever.”
Jesse scowled, desire dampening. “You think that’s what this is?” he snapped. “That I want to punish myself? For fuckingwhat?”
“I don’t know you well enough yet to answer that question.”
“Can’t I just like it this way?” Jesse exclaimed, yanking at the rope. “Can’t it just be about fun?”
“I’m never going to ask you to explain what you like or why,” Emory said softly, leaning down so his face was above Jesse’s. “But I do insist on a safeword.”
“Fine,” Jesse grated, skin burning with frustration. “‘Shambles’. Let’s use ‘Shambles’.”
Emory smiled softly. “Like the street?”
Jesse nodded. “It’s where I first saw the poster for your Christmas light switch-on. Now, can you please—?”
Emory thrust his tongue deep into his mouth. Jesse whimpered but Emory kept the contact exclusively to mouths. He trailed his tongue up Jesse’s jaw, then down his neck. Jesse swore under his breath. Emory rasped his fingernails up Jesse’s ribs as he kissed his way down Jesse’s chest. Jesse swore again, louder.
“You’ll be pleased to hear,” Emory said, dragging his fingernails over Jesse’s hip as he fluttered kisses around Jesse’s nipple, “that this room is soundproofed.”
“Thankfuck,” Jesse cried when Emory took his nipple bar between his teeth. His spine curled. His cock twitched. Emory traced the textFade Awayetched across Jesse’s chest with his finger, his mouth following in its wake. Jesse cursed and panted, and Emory moved on to the roses that wound over his ribs, following every line with his fingers and mouth, lighting fires as he went.
“Jesus, Emory,” he panted. “Touch me already.”
“When I’m ready,” Emory murmured against his belly, licking the swallows inked around his navel. “I’m enjoying the taste of these tattoos too much.”
Jesse’s breathing hitched. His skin tightened, and his cock cried out for attention. “You can taste them?”
“Yes,” Emory murmured, grasping Jesse’s hips and shifting to lie between Jesse’s legs. “I can.” He ran his tongue down Jesse’s belly and grasped his thighs.
“Fuck, Emory…Please.”
Emory hovered over Jesse’s trembling cock. He met Jesse’s eyes and grinned. “I’m not sure I believed your desperation there, dearest.”
“Fuck.Please.”
Emory grinned and squeezed his thighs again. Jesse was just opening his mouth to beg again when Emory took him all the way into his throat.
Jesse came, straining against the rope and crying out, long and loud. Liquid fire poured out of him and stars pinwheeled behind his eyelids.
His vision hadn’t unblurred before Emory climbed up the bed to kiss him, slow and deep. Jesse tasted himself on the haemophile’s tongue and shivered with a slow fire pulsing in his veins. He jerked when the slick tip of a lubricated plug pressed against his entrance.
“I hope you’re not done,” Emory whispered, “because I’m only just starting.”
“God, Emory…”
“God is making an early appearance tonight, I see.” He nipped Jesse’s bottom lip and rocked the plug against his entrance, teasing. “I’m going to prepare you slowly. I hope you’re ready to be patient.”
“Fuck, Emory,” he panted, nodding. “Yes.”
“A convincing performance,” he said, biting Jesse’s ear, “but I think we can do better.”
Emory slid the end of the plug in. Jesse’s breath hitched. Emory stilled.
“All right, dearest? Not too sore?”
