Page 30 of Love Lessons

And then he hovered over Landon’s dick, making the motion of stroking downward with the tips of his fingers although he never touched. Landon could feel the heat, feel every touch, even though he knew it was all in his head.

Please, he finally begged.

Dustin just smirked, moving his hand faster in a parody of actual pressure on his cock until Landon had pulled up every muscle tight to stop himself from leaning into that hand.

Then Dustin stopped. Get on the bed. Face up. Hands over your head.

Landon felt like he was already under his spell. He hurried to comply, not as graceful as he usually was, but wanting Dustin to see and appreciate him.

Once he was on the bed, Dustin grabbed the cuffs. But instead of clipping them on immediately, he held onto one loop while the other dangled. Then, with no apparent hurry, he began grazing the hanging cuff over Landon’s body.

Landon shivered. He was desperate and needy, and all that Dustin had done to him was grab his hair once and not-quite kiss him. Dustin might not be experienced with BDSM, but for sensuality he was amazing. It was going to be hard to find anyone else to measure up after this.

At last, Dustin climbed onto the bed. He straddled Landon’s chest and leaned over him, his chest just out of reach of Landon’s lips.

Dustin guided his hands into the cuffs, and that secure honey feeling washed through him like it always did. He could feel the pull of the chain between them where it looped around one of the bars at the head of his bed.

Show me your safewords.

“Red and yellow,” Landon voiced while signing the words with both hands at the same time for emphasis.

Something passed over Dustin’s face, but Landon couldn’t catch what it was. Anger? Fear? Sadness? Almost… remorse, maybe?

Then, his stern expression returned. No, that intensity went beyond just stern. He was fervent about this. I’m going to watch your hands. I may not understand your voice, but you can speak if you need to. And if I… if I don’t see you when you safeword, you need to let me know. Kick me if you need to.

Landon wished he could sign now, but it was difficult with the cuffs on. He hadn’t quite thought of this before, because except for a single scene, he’d always had hearing Doms who expected him to speak. His hands, his whole mode of communication, was usually so unavailable to him that binding his wrists didn’t make a difference.

He made sure Dustin was watching him and nodded clearly to show his understanding.

Good, Dustin confirmed. I want to be safe with you and give you what you need. That hint of worry had come back.

Yeah, something really bad must have gone down with Dustin in the past and he was still beating himself up over it.

Landon crossed his wrists and squeezed his hands into fists, then pointed to Dustin as well as he could. It was the sign for either TRUST or CONFIDENCE, and either would work here. I trust you.

And then Dustin was kissing him, devouring his mouth and exploring with tongue and lips and teeth. Landon melted into it, moaning as Dustin grabbed a handful of his hair and gripped his chin to position him exactly as he wanted him.

They kissed for what seemed like forever, Dustin’s body still hovering over his and not quite touching while Landon just gave and gave and gave. Anything that Dustin wanted.

Then Dustin started touching him. Light caresses and rough scratches. Harsh nips and deep, massaging strokes. Landon was already on edge, and this confusing whirl of sensations had him breathless and overwhelmed in the best way.

His wrists tugged against the cuffs every time he moved, and that just made it better. He loved that feeling of being helpless to do anything but accept whatever Dustin chose to do with him.

Dustin sat back on Landon’s thighs while he surveyed his work. He was still fully dressed, his jeans a little rough. Landon wanted that roughness on his dick, but he could already tell he wasn’t going to get it for a long time.

The most intense part, though, was the way Dustin watched him. There was hunger there, but also a fierce concentration. Like he wanted to take Landon apart and learn all of his secrets.

Landon felt squirmy and exposed, almost embarrassed, at being watched that way. Other Doms liked to watch his body. They often turned his face away without thinking about it, bending him over their laps or a piece of furniture or up against a wall. But Dustin was just watching him.

He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. There was something in the way that Dustin paid attention to him that he couldn’t look away from. It was a heady feeling, frightening and glorious all at once.

Then Dustin drew his fingers down the side of Landon’s ribs, and he couldn’t help but arch up, seeking more of what he wanted.

Dustin’s eyes widened. He did it again, a gentle touch. Then he dug in with his nails. Landon squirmed and cried out.

Fuck. Fuck! That always drove him crazy. He didn’t know why he was put together this way, with the sides of his chest more sensitive than the typical places like his nipples or his neck. And he would definitely choose this over anal sex, giving or receiving.

Sometimes he told people about that space along his ribs, but it got frustrating when they forgot. Or they treated it like it was a magic trick that let them skip all the other foreplay. Dustin was the only one who’d figured it out on his own.