Heat climbed Gunner’s neck when their eyes met. Was Caspian suggesting they’d fuck again? Gunner’s stomach clenched at the memory of being under all that bulk, his hands twitching in bondage while a thick cock pounded him like a jackhammer.
“You’d want that? Just until we err… work out what happened…” Gunner’s heart started rattling the moment he realized that he could finally explore the desires he’d kept secret all his life. Temptation was being handed to him on a silver platter, and he suddenly wished to be much closer to the man who’d taken him with such ferocity.
Caspian stretched and cleared his throat before meeting his gaze. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? You want to explore your fantasies, and I want to—enjoy having this body,” he said, pointing to his chest as he rose, towering over Gunner even from two steps away.
When Gunner hadn’t managed to produce a sound, Caspian sat next to him on the bed, legs spread so his knee poked Gunner’s. How strange was it that he was aroused by his own body when it wasn’t his anymore? Had it been this sex or masturbation?
“And… no hook-ups with other people,” Gunner muttered, daring to run his fingers over Caspian’s sturdy thigh. “We’ve got reputations and stuff.”
A scowl passed through Caspian’s face, but after a tense second, he offered Gunner his hand. “But I’m seriously horny. You need to be around if we’re not gonna see other people.”
Gunner squeezed the massive fingers as if they were his lifeline. It felt so strange to shake on something and feel so small when compared to the other guy. The fingers touching his were thick, and rough, and so very hot to the touch. And he liked it. Being small. Being weaker. Being the object of another man’s lust.
“Yeah. We’ll make it work. I know what you’re talking about. Like if you don’t get your dick sucked, you might just punch someone.”
Caspian broke into a chuckle and leaned closer, bumping his head against Gunner’s with a smile so friendly it transformed the familiar features into those of a stranger. A very handsome one at that. “Yes. Very much yes. How do you deal with this?”
Gunner’s heart fluttered. “I guess I’m just angry very often. I box— but also… Have you met Sandy?”
Caspian groaned. “Right. Your girlfriend.”
“No, she’s… I mean she was my girlfriend. We’re kinda on-off. Like, mostly off, but I let her stay at mine. Don’t know how to get rid of her.”
“So I can kick her out?”
Gunner shook his head. “You can try. I haven’t succeeded. She always turns it around somehow. Point is, sometimes, if I got really horny, it worked with her. But never really, you know?”
Caspian nuzzled the bridge of Gunner’s nose. “Because you’re gay.”
Gunner swallowed. “Yeah. Probably. Only one way to check, right? Can I kiss you? Or is that too weird?”
Caspian licked his lips, and his hand moved over the mattress to rest behind Gunner. “I might have gone about this the wrong way. And I might not be the uber-gay you always thought I was, but I do have some experience. I could teach you,” he said and moved his finger up Gunner’s throat, eventually pulling on his chin as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Gunner’s.
Gunner had kissed quite a few women in his life. Mostly when drunk at parties, but this couldn’t have been more different. This was the kiss he wanted. He closed his eyes and in this body, with this man, didn’t feel the pressure to take over. He didn’t know what was expected of him, and instead of stressing out about it, he embraced being passive and let Caspian guide him.
The arm behind him pressed closer, providing support to his back, and Caspian’s other hand moved to his neck, so very warm as it squeezed his throat. Caspian opened Gunner’s lips and teased them with the tip of his tongue.
A giddy smile spread Gunner’s mouth as he let it happen. For once, he didn’t have to make decisions and call the shots. He was free to go with the flow and that gave him the confidence to kiss back. He let his fingertips travel up the large forearm of the man who’d already fucked him once and would do it again.
It gave him such a thrill to know this for certain, and when Caspian nipped on his lips, pulling away, Gunner leaned in, trying to capture that stubborn mouth. Caspian grinned at him.
“Say it.”
Gunner had a vague feeling he knew what this was about, but feigned obliviousness. “Say what?” He attempted to distract Caspian by sliding his hand between his legs, but it wasn’t as effective as he’d hoped, and Caspian grabbed his jaw, forcing Gunner to meet his gaze.
“Say that you’re my bitch,” he whispered with a wolfish smile, and the raspiness of his voice sent a shiver all the way to Gunner’s cock.