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“Please,” he begged.Begged. And he wasn’t even embarrassed about it.

Kyle grinned wickedly at him. Eric was completely naked and sprawled on his back. Kyle was looming over him, still fully dressed.

“Do you want to try something new?” Kyle asked.

“Is it you letting me come?”

Kyle laughed. “Eventually. One sec.” He disappeared over the edge of the mattress, and Eric heard the scrape of something against the floor under the bed. Kyle stood again, holding a shoebox. He set it on the bed and opened it, then pulled out a set of black, Velcro cuffs that were linked together with metal clips.

“Yes or no?” Kyle asked, holding the cuffs up.

The answer left Eric’s lips before he’d had a chance to think about it. “Yes.”

“You trust me?” Kyle asked as he moved back onto the bed, straddling Eric’s waist.

Again, no hesitation. “Yes.”

Kyle inhaled sharply. “Fuck, Eric.” He leaned down and kissed him, as slowly and commandingly as he’d been stroking Eric’s cock a few minutes ago. Eric moaned softly into his mouth, not able to decide if he wanted this perfect kiss to last forever, or if he wanted more.

Kyle made the decision for him, pulling away and lifting one of Eric’s wrists. That was when Eric realized he had subconsciously left his hands pinned to the mattress above his head during their kiss, already anticipating Kyle’s restraints.

One wrist was wrapped in a cuff, and then the other. Kyle left the cuffs separated for now, and asked Eric if they were too tight. Eric shook his head, bewildered that they were really doing this, but too turned on to worry about it.

Kyle positioned Eric’s hands on the pillow above his head, then used the hooks on the cuffs to bind them together. “I could attach these to my headboard,” he said, “but I don’t think I need to. Do I?”

“No.” No, Eric would keep his hands right where Kyle wanted them. He could do that for him. He was nothing if not disciplined.

“One more thing,” Kyle said. He went back to the shoebox and pulled out another piece of black fabric. It took Eric a moment to recognize it as a blindfold.

“Yes or no?” Kyle asked again.

Eric was less sure about this one. His eyes—his vision—were so important to him. He made his living watching, paying attention, and reacting quickly. Having that taken away from him, even for a minute, was terrifying. But also...thrilling.

“I want to try,” Eric said. “Yes.”

Kyle’s smile was warmer this time, less mischief in it and more affection. “Tell me right away if you hate it. Promise?”

“I promise.”

Eric took a long, slow breath and closed his eyes as Kyle slipped the mask over his head and fiddled with the elastic strap.

“Okay,” Kyle said quietly. “How’s that?”

Eric opened his eyes and saw...nothing. Blackness. His first instinct was to rip it off his face or tell Kyle to. But he gave himself a moment to adjust. “Talk to me,” he said.

“I’m right here,” Kyle said, then kissed Eric’s jaw. “Is it okay?”

Eric took another steadying breath. “I think so. It’s just...different.”

“Any time you want to stop, tell me. But you look absolutely stunning right now. Fuck. You should see yourself.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it. Ah!” Eric’s whole body jerked when Kyle captured one of his nipples with his teeth. The pain mixed with pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t believe it had only been his nipple. His had never been particularly sensitive. He felt Kyle’s hot breath brushing the burning flesh he had just bitten, and Eric wondered if he was going to do it again. The anticipation made his heart race, and he clenched his bound hands into fists.

He felt the wet warmth of Kyle’s tongue as it lapped over the nipple, soothing it with gentle licks. Eric let out a long moan that was mixed with a sigh, melting into the mattress. Then Kyle bit him again, and Eric yelped.

“Good?” Kyle asked. He was struggling not to laugh, Eric could tell.

“It’s weird. Intense. I’ve never done anything like this.”