“That is sexy as hell, Finn,” Ken murmured hotly as he stepped back in front of Brady and moved the chair out of the way. Caressing Brady’s hip with one hand, he added, “Your body was made to be displayed. Used. Enjoyed.”
Hardly. “More like made to carry heavy things and knock down doors.”
“I don’t think I said you could disagree with me.” Ken’s fingers dug into his hip in warning. “You have this image of yourself that’s all wrong. You’re no clumsy ox, Finn. And you’re not just a battering ram. You’re a big strong man who knows how to protect the people he loves. Who knows how to move to make his lover scream his name.”
Brady’s erection was getting harder to ignore. Ken noticed and wrapped it tight in one fist.
“Oh God.”
Ken chuckled. “I’d say that’s a good sign you’re still with me. Are you ready for more?”
More of what? Did it even matter when Tanaka was touching him? “Yes.”
Ken went back to his bag and stood behind Brady. He resisted the urge to turn and look behind him, instead focusing on his breathing. He could feel the weight of the nylon sliding over his shoulders, his stomach, between his legs, as Ken wove the rope around his body. Whenever Brady tensed, Ken would gentle him with a hand on his back or hip until he relaxed. Then he would start again.
There wasn’t much talking so all Brady could do was feel. The weight of the knot in the center of his chest and the matching one on his back. The slide of two lines of nylon slipping between the cheeks of his ass.
This was starting simply?
“There.” Ken tugged something and the rope around his waist and between his legs tightened, separating his ass cheeks. Rubbing against his increasingly sensitive skin.
A strange feeling traveled through his body and something started to shift in his mind, like a light turning on in the dark. With every heartbeat he felt more alive, more aware. The pressure from the ropes, the coolness of the air on his skin, the heat radiating off Ken’s body…his awareness of everything had heightened in a way he’d never experienced. It was revelatory.
“Now we can play.”
Brady slammed back into the present and gasped when Ken pressed up behind him, rising on the balls of his feet to grip the rope that bound Brady’s wrists with one hand. Ken’s cock—wet with lube—slid over Brady’s skin. He rocked against him, his other fingers slipping between the ropes and rubbing the tight ring of his ass.
“Fuck.”
“Someday.” Ken whispered the promise against Brady’s shoulder. “I’m greedy, remember? I never want to give up the feeling of your big cock breaking me open, but I’m man enough to admit I’ve thought about returning the favor. Tell me the truth if you want a badge, Boy Scout. Have you ever let anyone bend you over?”
“Once.”
“Did you like it?”
“I would with you,” Brady breathed, knowing it was true.
Ken’s body stopped pressing against his as he took a step back. “Someday,” he repeated. “But now I need to know how you feel. Can you wriggle your fingers? Blood flowing?”
All his blood was flowing to his cock. He took a deep breath and forced himself to focus. “It feels a little like a dream,” he said honestly. “Like I’m not entirely in my body, and when I am, I don’t know what sensations are real. But everything is more sensitive, if that makes sense.”
“I know that feeling,” Ken soothed, stroking his skin and circling around to face him. Brady’s body shivered under his delicate touch. “You may not think so, but I think you and these ropes were made for each other.”
“I know who I was made for.” He hadn’t meant to say it, hadn’t known he was going to, but it was right. It felt right.
Ken looked up and gave him that Lucifer-before-he-fell smile. “I think someone deserves a reward.”
Brady cried out when Ken leaned over and sucked in the head of his cock. It was so much more intense. Every lick, every light scrape of his teeth, was heightened. He took Brady all the way in, swallowing when he hit the back of his throat and moaning, sending the vibration to the base of Brady’s spine. “Fuck, Ken. Oh God.”
He couldn’t move his hips, couldn’t move. He couldn’t lower his hands to Ken’s braid and guide him. All he could do was breathe and groan and take whatever Ken gave him. All he could do was feel.
Brady couldn’t stop moaning, the deep sounds rumbling endlessly in his chest, forcing their way out as Ken’s lips brushed the base of his shaft. Taking it all. Fuck, baby you’re taking it all. When Ken’s hands slipped around to squeeze and massage the cheeks of his ass, Brady knew he wasn’t going to last.