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“Me?” Kevin groaned again when Percy pinched his other nipple, basking in the sharp tingles of sensation. “I’m nothin’ special, Percy. Just a guy.”

Percy studied Kevin’s face with surprising scrutiny, and there was something dark in his eyes that made Kevin’s heart beat faster. “So you say, but I’m not sure if I believe you, sug.”

“Believe what you want, princess.” Kevin stood from the stool so he could run his fingers through Percy’s hair as he kissed him again. “Whatever I am, I’m yours for now.”

“Just for now, hmm?”

“You haven’t put a ring on it or anything,” Kevin teased, tugging on Percy’s hair. He gasped as Percy gave his nipple another pinch, and his hips jerked forward.

“Then I suppose I better make the most of it.”

“You’d better.” Kevin kissed Percy hard, pulling him close.

Percy nipped at Kevin’s bottom lip. “I can think of some good ways to get us started.”

“Yeah? Why don’t you share with the class?”

“It’s a surprise, peaches.” Percy’s eyes glittered with mischief. “Ready to retire to the bedroom?”

“Absolutely.” Kevin grabbed his glass to finish off the scotch. “My safe word is Tyrannosaurus Rex. Lead the way.”

Percy paused to calmly polish off his own drink before he took hold of Kevin’s arm. He led him back to the staircase and ascended, passing more strange paintings and fancy artifacts.

Kevin didn’t know enough about art to say what he was even looking at except it all seemed very expensive. The one thing he did recognize was an iron maiden posed at the end of the hallway.

Right. Not creepy at all.

Percy brought him into a lavish bedroom with a giant bed that had a brocade canopy and thick posts at all four corners. There were two new glasses of scotch waiting on the bedside table for them, and Percy gave one to Kevin. “After you’ve had that, undress for me.”

Kevin was fairly buzzed, but not so much that he didn’t find it strange that Percy just so happened to have two glasses of booze ready for them. The thought was fleeting, however, as he was more focused on the fact that he would never let Percy come over to his place. He literally lived in an old arcade in the back of a pizza restaurant.

Percy probably wouldn’t be caught dead there.

He ignored the shame in favor of obeying Percy’s command, and he tipped the glass back to chug it all down. It was the same as he’d had at the bar downstairs, and it was velvety warm and smooth. “All right, princess. You got it.”

Percy took Kevin’s empty glass, sipping on his own as he stared at Kevin expectantly.

Kevin slipped out of his shoes first, and then he went for his jeans. He dropped them with a wiggle of his hips. He stepped out of them to toe off his socks next, and he smirked at Percy, enjoying his lustful gaze.

Percy ran his tongue over his top lip. “The rest if you please.”

“Yes, sir.” Kevin pushed his underwear down extra slowly, just to see Percy bite his lip.

“Satan’s knackers, look at you.” Percy grunted. “You are gorgeous.”

The sincerity of the praise made Kevin’s face heat up, and he now stood before Percy with nothing but a smile. “Thanks.”

In the truck, Kevin had felt so confident. He was in control and knew what he was doing. Here in Percy’s bedroom, it was clear that Percy was in charge now, and maybe he always had been. It was intimidating, but it was also turning Kevin on to follow someone else’s lead for once.

Percy walked around Kevin like a lion stalking its prey as he nursed his scotch, and he reached out to trail the tips of his fingers along Kevin’s hip. “Perfect. Now. Go get in bed for me. Nice and comfortable.”

“All right.” Kevin slipped into bed, plopping right in the middle and stretching out. It was the most comfortable bed he’d ever lain in, and he made himself right at home with the mountain of plush pillows.

Percy walked up to the side of the bed, still admiring Kevin’s body. He set the glasses down on the bedside table and then reached for something at the headboard.

A leather cuff attached to the headboard with a chain.

Shit.

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