Page 102 of Slew Foot
Mickey sat up far enough to shoot him a skeptical look. Because Rafe knew some of the things he was into.
And that was something Mickey had considered too. Would he still want to be with Rafe if he didn’t enjoy being restrained or edged or …
He would. Of course he would.
There were people who it was a huge deal for. People who needed that to get off. And Mickeylikedit but he didn’t think heneededit. If Rafe didn’t enjoy it, he thought he could do without and not miss it.
Not resent Rafe for not wanting it.
But he had to be sure they were in agreement about this.Whateverthat agreement was.
“What?” Rafe asked, his forehead wrinkling.
“You saw the cuffs in my drawer,” Mickey pointed out. “You know I like ordering my partner around. You really think you’llwantthat?”
“You order me around all the time on the ice, and I’ve never played better,” Rafe said with a shrug that made his pecs move in distracting ways. “Why wouldn’t I like it when we’re in bed?”
He flexed his hips and yes, he was still hard as he pressed against Mickey’s body. Also, Mickey was pretty sure he wasn’t wearing underwear under those shorts.
Mickey shivered, only this time there was nothing but heat suffusing his body.
Mickey bit back a curse, grinding his cock against Rafe’s hip before he could stop himself. “Not everyone is into it.”
“Well, I am.”
Mickey sucked in a sharp breath. “You want me to restrain you?”
Rafe flexed his arms like he was pointing out Mickey was already doing that.
Okay, fair point there.
Smiling, Mickey dragged his teeth across the cords of Rafe’s neck, then bit down. “Is that ayes?” he asked anyway, because he wanted to be sure they were very, very clear.
Rafe’s nod was frantic. “Yeah. Yes.Please.”
“What if I wanted to dootherthings?” Mickey asked, working his way down Rafe’s neck and leaving stinging little bites in his wake.
“Like what?” Rafe sounded a little breathless again.
“Like …” Mickey’s head whirled with ideas. “Like sucking your cock and fingering you until you cry. Eating you out and not letting you touch yourself or rub off on anything. Telling you things.”
“What kind of things?”
Mickey laughed darkly. “Mean ones. Like you’re made to take my cock. You’re not good for anythingbuttaking my cock.”
Rafe shivered.
“You like that?” Mickey whispered. It was fairly mild, really, compared to what he’d said in the past, but he wasn’t about to overwhelm Rafe. Just test out what he might like.
“Yeah. I like it.” Rafe arched his hips again and this time it was hard enough Mickey had to work a little to keep him pinned down. “You don’t really mean it though, right?” He sounded a little breathless.
“No.” Mickey kissed his way across Rafe’s collarbone, then bit down, sucking it. “No. You’re an amazing player and a greatfriend and there’re so many other wonderful things about you. When I say it, it’s not bad. Not tome.”
It didn’t mean he didn’t respect Rafe or think highly of him, only that in that moment, they were both who they were meant to be. Made for each other. Made to bring each other pleasure.
Rafe whimpered. “Then Iwantit.”
“What part of it?”
