Page 88 of Burn this City

Jack grinned and responded eagerly. One of his hands went to Sal’s nipple and gently twisted the bar there, the other cupped him in his pants. “This time I want to feel you inside me,” he said in a low voice. “Keep the toys for another night.”

The original plan had been to familiarize Jack with having something inside him and take slow steps from there until he was ready to attempt bottoming. They were in no rush, and Sal was determined to make the first time feel as good as possible. “It’s not exactly like in porn, you know that, right?”

“I’m duly warned, and I consent to getting fucked.” Jack squeezed him. “Even if we need to practice a few more times to get it right.”

Well, he’d check if that held up when things actually started going that way. “All right. You’ll still need to talk to me.”

“I will.”

Sal met Jack’s gaze as confirmation, then moved around him and took the rope with him. The contrast against Jack’s skin was everything, but so was the shift in Jack’s breathing pattern when he began the work. He began slowly, with every touch and slide of the rope a caress that he then fixed in a knot or loop.

It could feel like that—he’d once read somewhere that witches used knots to form and hold spells, and while he didn’t particularly believe in witches—or spells—on a different level he got it—the captured tension and energy, weaving a pattern around and into another person like that, could feel magical. He’d barely started the harness when he noticed that very slight sagging at the knees as Jack relaxed into it.

He walked around Jack, immobilizing his upper arms behind his body, making him push out his chest. Then he set to work on the chest, framing the pecs with two and three lengths of rope. He ran his fingers between rope and skin to check tightness, keeping a very close eye on the natural tone and coloring of Jack’s skin.

He then stepped around Jack again, and worked on the harness. He noticed Jack’s hands opening and closing, until they settled into loose fists. He’d love to add some cuffs to that, but while he could definitely tie Jack down to the extent any small twitch would only tighten the bonds, he was in the mood for something different. He placed knots along Jack’s front, running the rope around him until he’d made a perfectly symmetrical pattern that was loose enough to allow him to breathe, but definitely tighter toward the groin.

He ran the rope nowhere near his ass, but created another loop around his thighs. He made sure Jack couldn’t reach his own cock in this position, then tied off the ends. Jack was slightly swaying on his feet, and widened his stance automatically. His eyes were hooded and his chin had slightly dropped, and his shoulders only held the tension from the position he was in, and with a caress from Sal, those dropped too. He’d be beautiful in predicament bondage which would test that ability to relax and zone out. Sal closed a hand around Jack’s half-hard cock. Jack shivered.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“It’s unbelievable. So … so good.”

“And you’re amazing.” He kept playing with Jack’s cock, tugging and jerking, even gave it a small slap, which rocked Jack’s whole body, but didn’t seem to rip him out of his perfectly blissful state. Another note for later—some cock and ball torture, specifically with shibari that immobilized him, see how far this could be pushed … But right now, Sal enjoyed simply shifting that full-body awareness from the ropes down to Jack’s cock.

He walked around Jack without breaking the touch for more than a second, and leaned into his ear. “I’ll fuck you like this. But not quite yet.” He took a handful of the ropes at Jack’s back, and tightened them, making Jack sway backward, then, because he could feel through the ropes how much Jack was ready to yield to him, he pulled Jack backward toward the side of the bed. “Get on there. Kneel.”

Noticeably dazed, Jack obeyed, and Sal kept hold of the harness at all times. He knew how that felt—guidance, strength, control. Once Jack had moved to the middle, he patted the inside of Jack’s thigh above the knee. “Open wider.”

While Jack obeyed, he took a tube of lube from the toy bag and squeezed some into his hand. He didn’t warm it and when he wrapped his lubed hand around Jack’s cock, Jack drew a deep, fast breath, and then made a small sound as the ropes made him feel that breath.

“Holy …”

“Exactly.” Sal ran his lubed hand over Jack’s cock and worked the tip until Jack was shuddering and glowing with a slight sheen of sweat. He’d pushed his hips forward to chase the sensation as the arousal went from playful to intense. Sal enjoyed pulling him back and down onto his thighs.

Jack caught on quickly and ground back against him. “That’s … God, I can’t think. That’s like in that video.”

“Yeah, I looked at your favorites, but I’m putting my own spin on it.”

“I like your version better.”

Sal laughed softly. He withdrew his hand and added more lube. Jack’s positioning gave him pretty good access to his ass, so he slid his fingers along Jack’s naked skin. When he began to circle Jack’s hole, the man trembled in the ropes, and lifted up but didn’t pull away. He might only believe he was ready, but for the moment Sal took his cues from Jack. One finger went easily, and Jack’s breath stuttered. Sal brushed Jack’s prostate, making him moan out loud. “You sure you want all of me? You could probably get off with just with a couple fingers up your ass.”

“Seems like it’s you who’s scared.”

Fuck, sassy rope bottoms. He wouldn’t get carried away with a virgin, but he added another mental note for some things he wanted to try later.

Sal freed his cock, and guided Jack’s hand to it. “Does that feel scared to you?”

Jack stroked his length with no more than a feathery touch. “Feels like something I need. Now.”

“Careful you don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

Jack laughed. “Even I know not to chew it. I’m good, Sal. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” He moaned when Sal pushed two fingers into him and pushed back against the intrusion. All right, so maybe they were at the point where they could risk the next step. Sal reached into his bag to grab a condom.

“I know we … haven’t exactly talked about it, but I don’t think we need that.” Jack swallowed audibly. “I mean, I … haven’t done this before.”

“I have, but my tests are current.” Besides, apart from calculated risks with Enzo, he strictly played safe with his various hook-ups; whether he’d known them for a while or not didn’t matter.

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