Page 122 of Sycopation
Zavier yanked on the collar, pulling Ray up, even as he bent down. Their mouths met and Zavier devoured Ray and his moans. Or perhaps it was the other way round. Ray’s fingers were caught in Zavier’s shirt, holding, tugging, grounding them both in this moment.
Partner.Yes. That was the best word. At least until it could be husband.
Zavier broke the kiss. “We’re going to need the bed you so neatly covered in toys cleaned off.”
Ray laughed and slid back to kneeling. “Pick what you want to use on me, and I’ll put the rest away.”
There was that incredible flare of desire—Zavier wanted Ray in every possible manner right now. But that wasn’t feasible, let alone practical. Someday soon, he’d make a list of his fantasies, check them with Ray, then begin to cross them all off, one by one. But tonight?
He took the rope, the flogger, and the crop. They’d played a bit with them before, but now there wasn’t a need to be careful about how much skin he could or couldn’t mark. He grabbed the bottle of lube and eyed the condoms. A notion, a heat flared in him. Yes, he wanted to possess Ray. Own him.
“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t fuck you bareback?”
Ray’s breathing hitched, and then he was silent. Zavier didn’t turn, just kept staring at the condoms. Finally, Ray spoke. “No. I was tested for pretty much everything under the sun at the hospital. I’m good. Even my cholesterol.” He let out a sigh that Zavier matched mentally with one of Ray’s little shoulder shrugs. “Plus I’ve been on PrEP for a while now.”
“Pretty much the same for me, sans hospital.”
“Your cholesterol’s good?”
Zavier laughed and turned. “I’m a tiny bit close to high, but it’s all the good type of cholesterol.”
Ray was smirking. His arrogant, lovely man.
“Clean off the bed, Ray.” Zavier settled back into his chair, setting down his supplies on the table next to it, and enjoyed the view of Ray carefully laying all their toys back into Zavier’s duffle. Including the condoms.
It was symbolic, of course. But also not at all. His fingertips itched and he wanted to touch every part of Ray. Bite him. Make him cry.
Ray? Ray wouldn’t be naked and wearing a leather collar if he had any objections. Still, Zavier tilted his head and asked, “Safewords?”
“Traffic lights, Zav. I know. You’ve never done anything I haven’t liked.”
True. “Someday, though, I’ll hit a limit.”
Ray stilled and nodded. “Yeah, probably.” He zipped up the bag. “You got one? A safeword?”
He did. He’d only ever needed it once in his life, when Nadia had tied him up. But he’d not spoken it then. Never said it to stop a scene. “It’sbaroque.”
Ray blinked a few times. “Please don’t tell me you chose it because of the whole ‘if it’s not baroque’ joke.”
Zavier laughed. Because yes, yes he had. For the sheer artistic fuckery. Because he was an asshole.
Ray shook his head, put the bag in the closet, crossed the room, and knelt before Zavier again. He put his hands at the small of his back and tipped his chin up. “Please fuck me already. Or flog me. Or both. I need to feel you. Need to know this is real.”
As if Zavier needed a reason for his dick to be harder. “Oh, you will. And it is.” He picked up one of the smaller cuffs. “Give me your wrist.”
He did, and Zavier kissed the pulse point before buckling the cuff on. Did the same with the other, and by the time he was done, Ray was flushed from the chest up. Practically panting. “Turn around, Ray.”
He used the tiny clip dangling from one cuff and secured the two together, locking Ray’s hands firmly behind his back. Zavier spoke. “Face me.”
The softness was back. That sweet touch of Ray giving everything over. All his trust. His body. Everything. Zavier stood and stepped in close, and there was the spark of recognition, the drop in Ray’s shoulders.
“Oh god yes, please.” Ray moaned the words.
Someone wanted a dick in his mouth. “Since you’re not singing in the near future...” Zavier unzipped, pushed everything aside, grasped Ray’s collar, and slipped his cock into Ray’s very willing mouth.
They both groaned, and the vibrations around Zavier’s shaft were something else. Yes, he’d let Ray suck him before, but this time? Ray was all in. Licking, sucking, taking him deep. Overand over, with an enthusiasm he rarely saw from guys who mostly topped.
“Fuck, Ray.” Zavier tightened his fingers around the leather collar and slid his other hand into Ray’s hair. “Where the hell did you learn to suck cock?”
