Page 95 of Syncopation
His heart melted when Zavier smiled. He wanted to see that expression every day. That joy.
He closed his eyes again. The bed dipped slightly, and this time it was Zavier’s lips that brushed his. He opened and gave himself over to Zavier’s kiss, those fingers in his hair. When Zavier pulled back, he kissed Ray’s cheek. “Promise I’ll make it good for you.”
Understatement of the year, mostly because Zavier started by rimming him again, to the same effect as before—Ray went out of his mind. Might as well have scooped out his brains because he couldn’t think beyond what Zavier’s mouth and fingers were doing to open him and pleasure him. He thrust against the mattress, too aware of how close he was. Every limb tingled, and doubly so because theywere bound down and stretched and he was entirely Zavier’s.
Lube followed, then the cool, hard tip of the plug. He thrust back on it, taking it, even as it burned and stretched his ass. When he’d seen it on the bed, the plug hadn’t looked any larger in girth than Zavier’s dick. In practice, though, it was larger—harder—and oh god, did it feel good.
And yeah, after it was seated he squirmedand squirmed and thrust and moved. Couldn’t help it. Every shift rubbed the damn thing against his prostate, and pleasure exploded in his body. He was going to come like this, bound and flogged and plugged.
He pushed his cock against the roughness of the comforter and panted. “Fuck, Zav...”
“Oh, Ray.” Zavier’s words were a sigh and a caress all rolled into one. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Ray moaned and searched for him, but wherever Zavier was, it was out of his line of sight. Turning this way or that only stretched his arms and legs and shifted the plug more. Lightning shot up his veins, and he shuddered.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” A rustle of clothing, then a sound he knew very well—Zavier was jacking off. “On edge without me even touching you.”
The thought of Zavierwatching him, of masturbating to his bound form, only made Ray thrust harder against the bed.
“Yeah, that’s it, Ray. Show me how much you enjoy being tied down, being plugged for me. I want to hear it. See it.”
He moaned and squirmed and gasped. So close. “Zav. Fuck, Zav. I don’t know what to do.”
A chuckle. “Fuck yourself, Ray. Nice and hard. Pound that bed until you come all overit.”
Fuck. Ray pulled at the binding, let go, and did exactly what Zavier said. It hurt a little—the fabric was rough and not slick, but the friction was incredible. Thrusting as Zavier had ordered drove the plug against his sweet spot over and over until the bursts of lights in his vision turned too bright. He groaned out as his orgasm overtook his body.
“Fuck, yeah, Ray. Keep going.”Gravel in Zavier’s words. The bed dipped.
Ray shuddered and twisted because the plug wouldn’t stop shifting, wouldn’t stop driving him high even when his balls emptied. Too much, not enough.
Then Zavier’s hand was on his back, stilling him. “I’m taking it out,” he whispered.
The loss was both relief and agony. Ray missed being full. “Don’t—no. Need...”
“Mmm. I’m not finished withyou yet.” Pressure against his ass again—then Zavier’s dick was sliding in, replacing the plug.
Lights and sparks and heat. Wasn’t going to come again, and everything ached as Zavier thrust in and out, but he was there inside him, on him. Weighing him down. Zavier felt like nothing else in the world. “Fuck—yes.”
A sigh, and maybe it was the yes that did it, because Zavier was ramming intohim. As if their bodies needed to be one, as if this was the last thing they’d ever do together. Felt so fucking good, Ray couldn’t help the moans or the shouts or babbling Zav’s name over and over.
Somehow Zavier found that spot on his shoulder and bit it again before he groaned and pumped hard into Ray, chasing his own pleasure until neither of them was moving.
Zavier’s huffs as he caughthis breath tickled Ray’s ear.
“Fuck yeah. Yeah.” Ray kept repeating that until Zavier slid out, caught his head and kissed him, over and over until Ray couldn’t speak anymore.
After that, Zavier rose and released him, taking off the cuffs so reverently, Ray couldn’t help blushing. “It’s like you’re worshiping me.”
Zavier laughed. “I am, in a very small way. You gifted yourself to me.Let me do this for you.” He kissed Ray’s wrists and ankles, had him roll onto his stomach again and applied some kind of salve to his ass, then drew him up to standing. “We’ve made a mess of this bed.”
Good thing they had another. Zavier helped Ray into the other room and made him drink a bottle of water before they slipped under the covers together. Ray’s head swam with the ache of his body,his heart, and the swirl of confusion in his head. “Zav?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you get out of this?” Surrendering let him out of his mind, but god, the work it must take for Zavier to get him there.
Zavier kissed his forehead. “Everything.”
