Page 58 of Protecting his Heart

“Yeah, you like this.”

He repeated the same actions over and over, tightening around his neck and focusing on the nerves before tightening around his cock and loosening his neck. Owen’s gaze was glassy, but he never lost his focus on Evan, despite being denied his orgasm so many times.

When Owen was a dripping mess—both from sweat and precome—Evan said, “You get to come this time.” Anticipation shone in his eyes, and Evan smirked. “If you can do it before I let go.”

He tightened his hold and stroked a fierce rhythm, and Owen fucked his hand even as his air ran out. Evan watched him,taking note of every pulse of his heart, every dilation of his pupils, and just as it reached the fine line he would never cross, he loosened his hold. The moment he did and Owen sucked in the first molecule of oxygen, Owen came. A river of come flowed over Evan’s hand and pulsed onto his shirt.

He held Owen in the same position until his entire body relaxed, and then Evan pulled him close, ignoring the mess between them. He kissed Owen’s temple, rubbing his back and allowing him to come down in his own time. He wasn’t too worried about his sugar levels as they’d just eaten, but he would need to be reassured and held as he came back to himself.

Evan had experience with air restriction, not from a relationship standpoint, but from when he’d visited a club in Italy. He’d been intrigued, and a Dominant there had seen it and had trained him in the art of it. It didn’t interest him in thathewanted it, but to be given that amount of trust from a partner was overwhelming.

When Owen shivered, Evan grabbed the blanket from beside him and draped it over them, making sure Owen was tucked in tight against him. “I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He pressed his lips to Owen’s head, brushing his mouth over his skin and bringing him back slowly.

Owen moved his head to Evan’s shoulder rather than chest and whispered, “Thank you.”

His voice had a little rasp to it, but it shouldn’t last too long. The only thing he wasn’t clear on was whether Owen’s neck would bruise. It was something he should’ve thought to ask before they started.

“How do you feel?”

“Blissed out,” Owen said.

Evan smiled. “I’m glad.”

They stayed in their cocoon for a while, chatting quietly about everything and nothing, and then Owen pushed upright, wincing.

“We really need to clean up.”

Evan laughed. “Come on. I’ll help.”

Owen chuckled. “Or you’ll hinder.”

“One or the other.” He shrugged, unrepentant.

An hour and two orgasms later, they headed out the front door, wrapped up for the cold weather. Mid-February was warmer than January but still not warm. The boat ride might be a little chilly. He slid his gloved hand into Owen’s, smiled at him, and they headed down the road. It wouldn’t take them long to get to the river, but they weren’t in a hurry. They slipped into shops they wanted to explore as they went, commenting on the things they saw. To be honest, Evan couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken more than a few minutes to look at the local shops. It was a wonderful feeling to be able to support the smaller businesses instead of throwing money at the bigger corporations, who only added to the billions they already made.

In one shop, he found a scarf, similar to the one Owen’s admirer sent him, but in a slightly different colour, and couldn’t resist buying it. After all, he didn’t have one, and the one he’d been sent was still with Brett and Felix. Once he’d paid for it, he pulled the tag off and wrapped it around Owen’s neck, pulling him closer for a brief kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s.”

Owen grinned, and they continued down to the river. He’d been right. It was a little chilly. Okay, more like bloody freezing, but they chose a bench, tucked their arms around each other and watched the scenery.

“After this, I have plans,” Owen said, and Evan chuckled.

“I don’t doubt it. We’ll head home to warm up as soon as we dock.”

Owen bit his lip and raised his eyebrows. “There’s an idea.”

Evan frowned, not following his thought process. “What is?”

“Docking.” He waggled his eyebrows, and Evan huffed another laugh.

“You’re such an adolescent.”

“Takes one to know one.”

As beautiful as the trip was, Evan was ready for home when it ended. He grabbed Owen’s hand and sped home, shoving him against the door once it shut behind them, and kissing the ever loving hell out of him. Then Owen pushed against him, and Evan stopped and asked the question with his eyes.

“I have a surprise, remember?” Owen panted.

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