Page 62 of Glow
“What a view,” he said.
He played with Prin’s cock as he gazed into his eyes. Under any other circumstances, Prin would find this far too exposing. Yet, he didn’t with Scott.
“What do you want?” Prin asked. “Name it.”
Scott grinned. “Wow. That’s an offer.”
Prin reached out and took Scott’s hands. “I want to do everything with you. Last time was my choice. This is your turn.”
Scott appeared to think carefully. “Did I spy some restraints in your collection?”
“You did.”
“How about you tie me up and make me come any way you like.”
Prin fell on Scott and kissed him. Scott gripped him by the waist and ground his cock against Prin.
“You have a deal,” Prin said.
He hopped off the bed and dashed into the lounge. At lightning speed, Prin reached under the sofa and grabbed the restraints.
Not only was he desperate to get back to Scott, he also didn’t want the mood broken. When he got back into the bedroom, he realised there was no danger of that. Scott was playing with his cock. He spread his legs and massaged his balls.
Fuck that is better than porn. And it’s all for me.
Prin walked round the bed. Gently he took Scott’s right arm. The restraint was soft leather. He wrapped it around Scott’s wrist and clicked the fastener in place. Prin had put another restraint on each one. He fixed this to the metal bedframe.
“Secure?” Prin asked.
Scott tested it. “Just enough room.”
Prin kissed him. He scooted over Scott’s body and repeated the exercise on his other wrist. Once he’d secured that, he got off the bed and just stared.
“You look fucking hot.”
Scott stretched. “Make me come, baby.”
The decision was a difficult one. But Prin wanted to taste Scott.
He crept onto the bed, moving Scott’s feet to make room. When he stared up at Scott, their eye contact was like electricity. Or maybe that was Scott’s beautiful dick distracting him.
Lightly, he stroked Scott’s ankles. He traced around the bone before running his fingertips over Scott’s foot. He squirmed a little. So Prin repeated the motion. Again, he got the same result.
He took his time across each toe. Even they were gorgeous.
Leaning forward, he travelled slowly up Scott’s legs. He stroked each one in total symmetry. Scott bit his lip as Prin reached his inner thighs. When he got to Scott’s balls, he cried out.
Prin had no intention of stopping. With his finger, he followed the thick vein up Scott’s dick to the end. There he traced small circles in the precum before lifting his finger to his mouth and sucking.
Scott watched him intently. “Make me come,” he repeated.
Changing the pace to startle Scott, Prin took hold of Scott’s dick with a firm grip. Scott gasped. Then Prin plunged down and took the whole of the hard cock in his mouth. Scott immediately writhed against the restraints. The bed shook.
After holding him there for a second, Prin bobbed his head up and down. He made sure the speed was erratic.
“Oh, God,” Scott cried out. “Fuck, you’re good. Don’t stop.”
As if Prin would stop. He could smell Scott’s woodsy scent mixed with something musky and primal. His tastebuds were alert, the faint salty taste a precursor of what was to follow. His need was almost as great as he expected Scott’s was.
