A clicking sound snapped Keats’s attention downward, and he saw Colby take a small black bottle from the floor and tip it over his other hand. Clear fluid dribbled onto Colby’s palm and fingers. Keats’s stomach clenched, but Colby’s mouth was still busy and it was hard to hold on to any worries for any amount of time.
Colby’s lips slipped off with a soft popping sound and he looked up, those hazel eyes fiercer than Keats had ever seen them. “You don’t have permission to come until I tap your thigh twice. Understand?”
Keats had trouble finding his voice. “Yes, sir.”
“Close your eyes now. Feel everything. Get lost in it.”
Keats leaned his head back against his bound hands and let his eyes fall shut. Colby’s mouth closed over him again, the burning heat enveloping him, and then his warm, lubricated hand cupped Keats’s balls and massaged. The muscles in Keats’s thighs tried to go liquid, and he had to lean some of his weight against the closet door. It was going to take every ounce of effort he possessed to hold off coming.
Especially when it became clear that Colby had more plans. The hand on Keats’s scrotum moved farther back, slick fingertips stroking the sensitive area behind it. His breath turned into sharp catches in his chest, but he didn’t dare move. Colby took Keats’s cock to the back of his throat, his lips pressing against his sac. Keats moaned, and the sensation was distraction enough that Keats didn’t have time to panic when Colby’s thick, callused fingers tracked over his back opening, coating it with the lube.
Colby pulled his mouth away for a second, but his fingers continued to circle Keats’s rim with slow, coaxing pressure. “Try to relax and let me in. Remember, every part of you is mine right now. Give over to me. I won’t hurt you.”
Keats bit his lip at the foreign sensation, but a low, aching need was building fast—bo
th in his cock and deep inside the forbidden place Colby was teasing. He managed a nod, and Colby must’ve seen it because he didn’t demand a verbal response. A fingertip probed at the ring of muscle and Keats couldn’t help it, he tensed. His thighs probably would’ve snapped together if there hadn’t been a bar keeping his legs spread.
Colby gave him a sharp pinch on the thigh with his other hand. “Easy, Adam. Don’t pretend you aren’t curious about this. You knew what being with me would mean. I bet you’ve imagined me here—wondering what it’d feel like to be stretched and penetrated.” He inserted the very tip of his finger. “To have me deep inside you.”
Keats whimpered like a fucking wounded dog and then cringed at the pitiful sound.
“Tell me, Adam,” Colby said, his voice a soothing, cajoling soundtrack to the cacophony going off in Keats’s head. “Tell me you’ve thought about me fucking you.”
Keats’s eyes stayed squeezed shut, and sweat trickled down the side of his face. “Yes, I’ve thought about it. I always knew if I did this, you’d be the one on top.”
“I’ve thought about it, too,” he said, easing his finger a little deeper. “When you were half naked, wearing that robe in my kitchen, I could barely concentrate. I imagined tying you down across the counter and spreading you out, taking you hard.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, the images and the feel of Colby’s finger too much to process.
Colby’s finger sank all the way in and his hot mouth closed over Keats’s dick again.
Keats cried out from the shocking pleasure—the two sensations intertwining and racing up his spine. Oh. God. Release built like a damn tsunami in his groin. His teeth ground together as he fought to hold it off.
But Colby had picked up the pace and now he was moving a second finger into Keats’s opening, stretching him and causing a burning that somehow only made everything feel better. Colby pumped his fingers slowly in and out as he gave Keats the blow job of his life. Colors swirled behind Keats’s eyes, and he wondered if he was going to pass out. Had he remembered to breathe in the last few minutes?
But just when he thought he would die from it all, Colby gave his thigh a swift double tap and then the fingers inside him shifted and rubbed across a place that sent stars bursting in Keats’s brain. Holy fuck.
Orgasm rumbled through Keats, the avalanche of sensations sending him into the abyss and burying him whole. He couldn’t have stopped it if he’d tried. He cried out with a gasping shout. All systems go. Colby pulled off at the last second, though he kept his adept fingers moving, and Keats’s release jetted out in what seemed like the longest orgasm of his life.
He moaned through it, his mind spinning, his body lit up. All the while, Colby’s low, dirty words of encouragement played soundtrack and chased away any embarrassment Keats might have felt otherwise. This was good. This was so good. He would not be ashamed of this.
When Keats finally had no more to give and his stomach was heaving with ragged breaths, Colby slipped his fingers out. With all the effort he could muster, Keats rolled his head forward to look down at Colby. And fuck was he a sight.
Semen striped Colby’s chest, and his cock was hard against the fly of his jeans. But the look on his face was damn satisfied—smug, even. Keats wanted to fall to his knees in gratitude.
Colby tugged off his shirt and wiped his lubed fingers on it. “You okay?”
Keats licked his dry lips. “I’m—yeah, I’m okay. Very, very okay.”
“Good.” Colby stood and unhooked the cuffs binding Keats’s wrists. He handed Keats his shirt. “Then clean me up, sub. You made a mess.”
Keats gripped the shirt in his hand, but he was still riding high from the orgasm and feeling braver for it. He tossed the shirt to the floor, gripped Colby’s waist, and then bent over to lick a trail of come off Colby’s chest.
Colby made a soft, grunting sound, but it wasn’t one of disapproval, so Keats kept going. Maybe when he looked back tomorrow, he’d find some shame in this, something to feel humiliated over. He was licking up his spunk off another dude. But in this moment, it felt right. In this moment, the fear was gone.
Keats stopped at a spot right above Colby’s open fly, his heart thumping like a rabbit’s foot, and lifted his hand.
Colby caught his wrist in a firm grip. “I told you to clean me. I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”