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Steeling himself, Zach met Wyatt's gaze boldly. "I want you to sit down, spread those big knees, and shut up," he commanded. Before he could second-guess himself, Zach strode past Wyatt into the apartment, letting the door swing closed behind him.
Wyatt looked momentarily surprised, then an appreciative grin spread across his face. "Bossy little thing, ain't you?" he rumbled. But he did as Zach ordered, settling on the couch and watching Zach with hooded eyes.
Zach stood in front of Wyatt, heart pounding. He took a shaky breath, ready to lay his cards on the table. He looked down at Wyatt, keeping his expression stern. "Hands to yourself," he ordered. "Don't touch me unless I say so. Got it?"
Wyatt raised an eyebrow. But he only nodded, resting his hands on those rock-hard thighs of his.
Zach sank to his knees between Wyatt's thighs, feeling a rush of anticipation. He reached out and slowly unzipped Wyatt's pants, freeing his already half-hard cock. Zach's breath caught at the sight — just as thick and promising as he remembered. He wrapped his fingers around the base, giving a few slow strokes as he looked up to meet Wyatt's heated gaze.
"Remember, no touching," Zach reminded him firmly. Wyatt's jaw clenched, hands fisting against his sweatpants, but he didn't move.
Satisfied that Wyatt would obey, Zach turned his attention to the gorgeous cock in front of him. He started off slow, just teasing with little licks and kisses up and down the shaft. Wyatt let out a rough groan, legs tensing with the effort to keep still.
Zach smirked, continuing his unhurried exploration. He swirled his tongue around the head, tracing the prominent veins before taking just the tip into his mouth. Wyatt cursed under his breath, precome already leaking onto Zach's tongue.
"Fuck, your mouth..." Wyatt gritted out.
Zach hummed in satisfaction, still keeping an unhurried pace. He wanted to drive Wyatt crazy, make him ache with need. Gradually he took more of Wyatt's length into his mouth, sucking firmly as he pulled back. His lip ring dragged against the underside, making Wyatt's hips jerk reflexively.
Zach placed a hand on Wyatt's hip, holding him still as he continued his maddeningly slow sucking. Wyatt was breathing hard now, muscles rigid with restraint.
Zach sucked Wyatt's cock eagerly, savoring the thickness and heft of it on his tongue. Despite his outward confidence, a small part of Zach was tense, waiting for Wyatt to get impatient and grab his hair or start roughly fucking his face. That's what usually happened when Zach was on his knees — guys took what they wanted from him without regard for his pleasure. That was one of the benefits of the glory holes: they could slam into the wall all they wanted, rutting like breeding bulls, and Zach would still be safe.
But Wyatt remained still, letting Zach set the pace. His big hands stayed where he'd put them, knuckles white with restraint. Zach began to relax and really get into it, no longer distracted by waiting for Wyatt to cross a line. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive head, loving the choked groan it drew from Wyatt's throat.
Zach was pleasantly surprised by how respectful Wyatt was being. The dangerous, domineering man was obeying his every command. That didn't happen often. The sensation was thrilling. Zach sucked and licked eagerly, losing himself in sensation and arousal.
He glanced up at Wyatt from under his lashes as he worked him, taking in the bigger man's tense jaw and the sheen of sweat on his straining muscles. Wyatt's eyes were scrunched closed, his expression almost pained with pleasure as Zach's clever mouth took him deep.
Zach thrilled at having such a powerful, intimidating man utterly at his mercy. He was the one calling the shots here, reducing Wyatt to a mess of grunts and curses simply by putting his mouth on him. Shit yeah. It was an incredible rush.
Zach doubled his efforts, sucking Wyatt's thick length as deep as he could. He swirled his tongue along the prominent underside vein that he knew by now drove Wyatt wild. As expected, Wyatt let out a choked groan, his hips bucking reflexively.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come..." Wyatt gritted out.
Just when Wyatt was teetering at the edge, his cock impossibly hard and leaking precome steadily, Zach abruptly pulled off. Wyatt let out a choked groan at the loss of stimulation, his hips jerking reflexively, seeking Zach's mouth again. But Zach just smirked up at him, eyes glinting with mischief and lust.
"Not yet," Zach purred, his voice husky. Even as he denied the man his release, he continued to stroke Wyatt's slick length, moving agonizingly slow. Wyatt looked almost pained, his jaw clenched and cock pulsing urgently with every stroke of Zach's hand.
"Fuck, kid," Wyatt gritted out, his usual gruff demeanor giving way to raw need.
Zach thrilled at having reduced this powerful, dangerous man to begging with just his mouth and hands. He may be small, but he held all the power here. And he wasn't done playing yet.
"I decide when I want you to come," Zach said firmly, giving Wyatt's balls a teasing squeeze.
"Yeah?" Wyatt's eyes flashed at the commanding tone even as his cock jerked in response. "That's a dangerous game you're playing."
Zach smirked, but he continued the languid strokes. He wanted to push Wyatt right to the edge again and again, keeping him on that razor's edge of pleasure and denial. And Wyatt would let him, obeying Zach's every command. The thought sent a spike of heat through Zach's own aching groin. But this was about driving Wyatt wild, not his own pleasure.
When Wyatt had calmed slightly, Zach lowered his mouth again, sucking firmly as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive head. Wyatt's groan was primal, his thighs shaking with the effort it took to remain still beneath Zach's ministrations.
Zach was reveling in the control, in having such a dangerous man completely at his mercy. His own arousal was becoming almost painful, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. Keeping his eyes locked on Wyatt's, Zach slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his own flushed and leaking length.
Wyatt's gaze immediately dropped down, pupils dilating at the sight. Zach wrapped his fingers around his own aching cock and began to stroke himself in time with the bobbing of his head.
Wyatt's throat worked as he swallowed hard, watching Zach pleasure himself just inches away. Zach saw Wyatt's hands twitch against his thighs, clearly aching to reach out and touch him.
Zach groaned around Wyatt's cock as he swirled his tongue over the head, his own hand speeding up on his length. He was shocked by how safe he felt, jerking off in front of this dangerous stranger. But Wyatt wasn't pushing any boundaries, wasn't demanding more than Zach wanted to give. He was letting Zach set the pace completely.
