depravity. He ran both palms over and around the sides of Sawyer’s muscular thighs, every silent testament of this deeply stoic man luring him in even more.
There was so much depth to Sawyer, things no one could see and most wouldn’t look for, but he did. He saw it all right here on his otherwise flawless skin, hidden from all but those who’d understand, and even most of those wouldn’t truly get it. They wouldn’t hunt beneath the surface to understand and know what drove—or chased—him.
He reeled in his greed, tamped down his curiosity, and came back to the moment. He ran a single finger down Sawyer’s flaccid shaft, lifted it to check the underside. It appeared a bit raw, definitely sensitive, but there was no sign of chemical burns.
“Does it still hurt?” Everyone’s pain tolerances were different. He’d played with some guys who’d barely flinched at this form of chemical play while breaking into tears under a good paddling.
Sawyer stared at Ash, silent questions whizzing by before he lowered his gaze to study the area in discussion. There was no embarrassment displayed, yet another sign of his experience. Most guys lost any discomfort with nudity if they played in this lifestyle for long.
“Some.” He took a step back, shifting and moving his hips. “I’ll know I have a dick and asshole for a while.” He shot a half smile at Ash, the closeness of the previous moment shoved aside. “And that’s not a complaint.”
“It better not be.” He let the change happen, flowing with the easy banter that kept them both from showing too much. This was meant to be nothing more than an enjoyable event, or as Sawyer had said, a mutual exchange of kinks that worked together.
Ash hitched his clothes into place, standing to zip and buckle. A come stain darkened the front of his shirt and splotches of white cream marred the front of his pants. He wiped those off, but marks remained.
“I need a change of clothes,” he mumbled to himself.
Sawyer chuckled. “You wouldn’t have that problem if you’d gotten naked sooner.”
He flicked a brow up. “Or if I’d just said ‘No’ and sent you packing.”
“But you didn’t.” Sawyer glanced over his shoulder to the general area of the office. “And no one heard me, either.”
“Not that we know of—yet.”
Sawyer took a step around the desk. “Should I go check?” His cheekiness was refreshing in its own way, even if it was another defense mechanism. Butt naked and cute as hell, he stood with an expected lift of his brows.
“Sure,” Ash said, motioning to the door. “Go right ahead. But my mouth is sealed on why your nuts look like two ripe cherries snuggling behind a raw dick.”
Sawyer flipped him off. “Fucker.” He motioned to his clothes. “Feel like handing those to me yet?”
Ash would have made him bend over and get them himself—if he’d been a Dom. He grabbed Sawyer’s T-shirt and flung it at him; his shorts and briefs were next. He didn’t care if Sawyer caught them, but he snagged each item with a grin, the last one earning Ash a wink.
Who was the fucker now? Ash shook his head and leaned against his desk to watch him dress. Sawyer hitched his briefs on, taking care as he settled himself into them with only one small wince. A wicked thrill prickled over Ash’s nape when Sawyer studied his cargo shorts like they were going to bite.
Yup, he’d be remembering Ash for quite a while. Apparently, his skin was nicely sensitive to the cream.
He shut down his computer and packed up his remaining work into his briefcase. “I’ll drive you to my place,” he said as he turned back to Sawyer. “It’s not far, but it’s somewhat tricky to find.”
Sawyer frowned. “I’m not going to your place.”
“Okay.” He shrugged. “But you’re not walking out of here without me at your side. So where do you want to go? I’d assumed you’d be more comfortable in my home, where you can air out and eventually shower.” He
There was so much depth to Sawyer, things no one could see and most wouldn’t look for, but he did. He saw it all right here on his otherwise flawless skin, hidden from all but those who’d understand, and even most of those wouldn’t truly get it. They wouldn’t hunt beneath the surface to understand and know what drove—or chased—him.
He reeled in his greed, tamped down his curiosity, and came back to the moment. He ran a single finger down Sawyer’s flaccid shaft, lifted it to check the underside. It appeared a bit raw, definitely sensitive, but there was no sign of chemical burns.
“Does it still hurt?” Everyone’s pain tolerances were different. He’d played with some guys who’d barely flinched at this form of chemical play while breaking into tears under a good paddling.
Sawyer stared at Ash, silent questions whizzing by before he lowered his gaze to study the area in discussion. There was no embarrassment displayed, yet another sign of his experience. Most guys lost any discomfort with nudity if they played in this lifestyle for long.
“Some.” He took a step back, shifting and moving his hips. “I’ll know I have a dick and asshole for a while.” He shot a half smile at Ash, the closeness of the previous moment shoved aside. “And that’s not a complaint.”
“It better not be.” He let the change happen, flowing with the easy banter that kept them both from showing too much. This was meant to be nothing more than an enjoyable event, or as Sawyer had said, a mutual exchange of kinks that worked together.
Ash hitched his clothes into place, standing to zip and buckle. A come stain darkened the front of his shirt and splotches of white cream marred the front of his pants. He wiped those off, but marks remained.
“I need a change of clothes,” he mumbled to himself.
Sawyer chuckled. “You wouldn’t have that problem if you’d gotten naked sooner.”
He flicked a brow up. “Or if I’d just said ‘No’ and sent you packing.”
“But you didn’t.” Sawyer glanced over his shoulder to the general area of the office. “And no one heard me, either.”
“Not that we know of—yet.”
Sawyer took a step around the desk. “Should I go check?” His cheekiness was refreshing in its own way, even if it was another defense mechanism. Butt naked and cute as hell, he stood with an expected lift of his brows.
“Sure,” Ash said, motioning to the door. “Go right ahead. But my mouth is sealed on why your nuts look like two ripe cherries snuggling behind a raw dick.”
Sawyer flipped him off. “Fucker.” He motioned to his clothes. “Feel like handing those to me yet?”
Ash would have made him bend over and get them himself—if he’d been a Dom. He grabbed Sawyer’s T-shirt and flung it at him; his shorts and briefs were next. He didn’t care if Sawyer caught them, but he snagged each item with a grin, the last one earning Ash a wink.
Who was the fucker now? Ash shook his head and leaned against his desk to watch him dress. Sawyer hitched his briefs on, taking care as he settled himself into them with only one small wince. A wicked thrill prickled over Ash’s nape when Sawyer studied his cargo shorts like they were going to bite.
Yup, he’d be remembering Ash for quite a while. Apparently, his skin was nicely sensitive to the cream.
He shut down his computer and packed up his remaining work into his briefcase. “I’ll drive you to my place,” he said as he turned back to Sawyer. “It’s not far, but it’s somewhat tricky to find.”
Sawyer frowned. “I’m not going to your place.”
“Okay.” He shrugged. “But you’re not walking out of here without me at your side. So where do you want to go? I’d assumed you’d be more comfortable in my home, where you can air out and eventually shower.” He
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