Page 103 of Fire & Ice

When Tripp’s face pops free, he at least has the decency to look abashed. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he says immediately. “Really. I just—fuck,Lee, I really need this. I need you.” With a faintly shaking hand, Tripp reaches out and touches Leander’s bare side, right above where his pajama pants are slung beneath his hip bones.

“I know,” Leander concedes, taking Tripp’s hand and kissing the back before returning it palm-down to Tripp’s stomach. He turns on his heel, walking over to the bedroom door in order to close it, hoping to maintain the atmosphere he’s curated in the room.

Leander’s bed is huge. It’s a California King, it has an extremely expensive mattress, and it’s stuffed to the brim with pillows and blankets. Not solely for Tripp’s comfort, but because Leander enjoys them, too. Right now, Tripp is lying somewhere close to the middle, looking ridiculous with his neon pink arm wrap and bright green leg cast, and whether it’s the size of the bed or the plaster, he actually looks small. He’srightthere,though, and that’s what matters, equally looking like every missing piece Leander didn’t know he lacked.

Tripp. In his bed. His submissive, Tripp. His partner, Tripp. His friend, his lover.

Leander shifts his gaze down for a moment, blinking at his bare feet until his vision clears. Once it’s safe to do so, he advances towards the bed, stepping out of his pants in one fluid motion before crawling up and without hesitation in-between Tripp’s legs.

“There are rules for tonight,” Leander says bluntly, shifting on his knees. “You get only what I see fit to give you, no arguments. If youdoargue, I will end the scene. As always, I am your Dom. I am responsible for your safety, your well-being. I will not be reckless with either, no matter how much you try and goad me into it. Iwillpunish you for trying to push me in that direction, and it will not be a punishment you enjoy. Understand?”

“Fuck, yes,” Tripp replies breathily, his eyes glazed over now for all therightreasons, and Leander loves him. “Sir.”

“Safeword?”

“Halligan, Sir.”

“And are you using it?”

“No, Sir.”

Leander nods. “In addition to your safeword, please use the stoplight system for any discomfort—this is not a time to push through pain. You can safely assume that if youdofeel pain tonight, it was not intentional on my part. I want you to say ‘yellow’ immediately if that occurs so that we may reassess together. I trust you to be wise about your limits.” Leander arches an eyebrow, and for once, Tripp nods solemnly: he understands.

Business aside, Leander begins to feel like he can relax a bit more. He cracks a smile. “Everything else, I suppose I will let you discover as we go along.”

Looking surprised, Tripp glances around. “That’s it? No…restraints? No hot wax? No ball gags or dildos? Damn, Sir, you go all vanilla on me while I was out of commission? Should I be worried?”

“Shut up, Tripp,” Leander retorts, leaning down to kiss him. He goes out of his way to pin Tripp’s right arm to the bed when he does—no use in spoiling the game just yet.

With Leander’s tongue down his throat, Tripp moans. He kisses back enthusiastically, and Leander lets him. They make out for a few minutes, amping up the arousal and the crackling energy between them until Leander starts to feel hot all over.

Eventually,predictably, Tripp rocks his hips forward, gliding his hard cock up against Leander’s, and in response, Leander immediately freezes, going unexpectedlystock still.

It takes Tripp a second to catch on, but once he does, he relaxes his hips down and they go back to making out. The second time Tripp rocks his pelvis up, Leander pulls away, straightening his spine and wagging a finger at him. “Uh uh,” he teases, but Tripp just looks confused, so Leander dives back in. This time, he leaves Tripp’s uninjured hand free to do whatever it likes, and in seconds, it’s tangled in his hair.

Leander sits up.

“Oh, no,” Tripp groans. “Seriously?”

“Movement restriction,” Leander explains, however unnecessarily. “By your own willpower. I’m going to give you what you want, what you’ve been asking for, but you’ll have to stay perfectly still to get it. Move your body from where I position it or touch mine and everything stops. Disobey meenough and Iwillstop completely for the night. If that happens, you’ll get to watch me jerk off onto your chest and face, and you will not be allowed to come.”

Leander pauses for a moment and then adds, “and Iwilltake a picture of you like that to commemorate the moment. Hmm. On second thought, do what you like. This is bound to end well for me, either way it goes. How convenient.”

Tripp flushes, bites his lip, drags it slowly through his teeth as he contemplates Leander’s words.Stunning.

As Leander pushes away and slides down off of the bed, he asks, “Color?”

“Green, Sir,” Tripp replies quickly, and Leander can tell by his tone that he’s still very excited, not disappointed in the least.Good.Standing by the side of the bed, Leander arranges Tripp’s body so that he’s on a diagonal, head very close to the edge, but not dangling off of it. From there, he’s at the perfect height to rub the head of his cock over Tripp’s lips, so he does.

“Is this what you want?” Leander asks, struggling not to become distracted by the way Tripp’s lips part unconsciously. “What you’ve been begging me for all week?”

“Yes, Sir,” Tripp replies, and almost accidentally, his pink tongue darts out and flicks over Leander’s slit. It feels delicious, but Leander doesn’t react as such, except to pull away.

“Uh-uh,” he scolds, with a shake of his head.

“‘M’sorry, Sir,” Tripp replies breathily, and Leander believes him—he’s slipping quickly into subspace and the look in his eyes is nothing butpure,unadulteratedwant.There is no doubt in Leander’s mind that Tripp is trying to behave.

“You just want to suck my cock so badly,” Leander commiserates, tapping the head against Tripp’s lips once again.

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