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He did ask, didn’t he?

“I’m not hungry,” I say.

“Then let’s work on your appetite. I can do that at least…”

He plants his mouth on my neck and sucks lightly, not hard enough to leave a mark—he’s always careful with my neck even when I wish he didn’t have to be. My nipples, however…he can do some serious damage there, and it makes me want to be naked.

“What did you get me?” I ask.

“Hm?”

“You said you got me something…”

“I made you soup. And you’ll get your present later. After you eat.” He runs a hand down my chest and over the front of my pants where his hand freezes.

My eyes pop open.

“What is this?”

He palms my caged cock and lets out a low rumble of what I think is pleasure. Meanwhile I groan with the helpless ache, the pinch on my balls as my dick tries to fill, the resulting ache in my ass as my prostate responds to the back up of stimulation. It’s insane to be wearing it with him, but I haven’t taken it off in days.

“Baby…how long?”

“I don’t know,” I moan. “Since I got home…”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Why?”

“Sometimes it feels like you. Sometimes it just hurts. Sometimes it makes me go blank. I don’t know.”

He makes a pained noise and undoes my pants. “I need it off you,” he says, almost angrily.

I help him get my pants open and my shorts off. We both stare down at the metal trap. It looks like a birdcage. Instead of rings or a full shield like some I’ve seen, this one is more like a jail cell attached to a cock ring with vertical bars and a small padlock on top.

“Where’s the key?”

“In my pocket,” I say with a tremor in my voice because I’m anxious about taking it off. As much as it aches now, there’s an intense sensation that comes with its removal when I’m aroused. He’s already digging through my pants. “I—wait.”

“What?” he asks.

“Leave it.”

“Why? No. Why?”

“Silas…” I reach for him, needing to sit up to be closer.

“It’s not for when you’re with me,” he insists.

“I need you.”

He frowns, studying my face, looking deep in my eyes. And then understanding dawns. He licks his lips and cups my jaw, kissing me softly. “Bed,” he says, and I nod.

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SILAS

Emotionally, I’m all over the place, but so is Graham, so in that way, we fit together fine. This is something I’ve wanted more and more the longer we’ve been together. It’s not like me in general. I consider myself a bottom, through and through, but I tend to top Graham, even when I’m technically bottoming for him.

There’s almost no way I haven’t had sex, so I know what I like, and I know what I’m good at. But this relationship is something else. Obviously, it’s extremely special to me—he is. But it’s also unlike any dynamic I’ve ever found myself in. Graham’s a bottom, too, and I’ve fantasized more times than I’d like to admit about what it would be like to sink inside him—the sounds he might make—the way his virgin ass will feel wrapped around me—if it’ll be half as good as his mouth.

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