Page 89 of Sin Deep
“Yours.” Harley moved away, hands sliding down his sides. “You like it?”
“Oh, petit. You have to know what I’m feeling is far beyond like.” It was on another plane entirely. He wanted Harley with his whole self. He loved his boy beyond measure. He reached for his belt and loosened it, popped his trousers open and released his aching cock, stroking himself as he watched his boy. “I love that you did this for me. I love you. I’m going to take that sweet, tight ass of yours and show you, give you everything you need from me.”
Harley’s lips parted, the look on his boy’s face pure hunger. “I’m all yours.”
The first thing he did was pull Harley into a deep kiss, one meant to muss his boy up a bit, smudge that perfect makeup just a little. He slid his fingers over a nipple and gave the chain a gentle tug.
Harley groaned, the sound deep in his chest, eyes rolling. “Ollie—Ollie said to tell you something about the magnets…”
“Right. We need to take these off if they get sore okay? As soon as you’re really feeling them.” But for now, he’d take another one of those beautiful moans. He put light pressure on the other side of the chain. “Remember those words? Yellow…red…”
“Uh-huh… I remember. I remember.” Harley was caught in a sensual haze.
He slipped his fingers low and went to work on Harley’s jeans. He didn’t care if the boots came off, or the corset, he wasn’t going to wait that long. Neatly laid out on the tall table next to the couch was everything he needed now. He tugged the jeans open and slid his hand inside, getting a good grip on the warm, round globes of his boy’s ass. One good squeeze and then he shoved the jeans down over Harley’s thighs.
Harley turned and braced himself, offering that pale, taut, muscled ass, the corseted waist, the broad shoulders.
He didn’t know why Harley had done this, but he was all in. He snatched up the lube. “Pretty petit. Is that for me?” He bent to take a nibble of one perfect cheek before getting Harley ready for him, slick fingers doing just enough.
“All. All of me.” Harley glanced over his shoulder. “Like what you see?”
“Love it. Want what I see.” He tore open a rubber, watching Harley ride his fingers. “All of it.” He took his boy by the hips and didn’t waste another second, burying himself to the hilt in Harley’s tight heat.
There was nothing—nothing—like wrapping his hands around Harley’s waist in that corset. His balls drew up and he squeezed tighter as Harley moaned.
He shoved aside a second’s hesitation—the boy had safe words; he had to trust Harley would use them—and gave them what they both were craving. What Harley had asked for—
A hard fuck, like I deserve.
He took his boy deep, reveling in the soft creaking of the boning and the leather as it protested against Harley’s deep breaths.
Harley was stunning like this, and he couldn’t stop staring. His need built in him, a growing pressure that wasn’t going to stay contained long. “Petit,” he whispered. “So beautiful.”
“All yours.” Harley stretched out tall and went up on his tiptoes.
“Yes.” He found Harley’s nipple and tugged on the chain again, pounding into his boy hard. “Soon, petit.”
That sweet body gripped him like a fist, a flush covering the broad shoulders.
He found Harley’s hard prick, pleased to feel it leaking and hungry. “I’ve got you, petit.” He ducked his head and didn’t wait, using his boy, chasing down his climax.
Harley barked out sharp, wild sounds, noises that made him dizzy.
“Boy!” He shivered and his hips snapped and stuttered as his orgasm overtook him, so intense, blood roaring in his ears and making his thighs tremble.
Harley was limp and quiet under him, sweet and sweaty.
“Petit.” He kissed Harley’s nape. A million little aftercare thoughts nagged at him, but this was their moment, Harley’s moment and he wanted to stay in it a little longer.
“Yes. Oh, lover. Thank you.” Harley sighed and stretched.
He shifted and disposed of the condom, then went after the laces in Harley’s corset to loosen them a bit while he caught his breath. Every so often he dropped a hand down to fondle Harley’s smooth, pale ass. “This was quite a surprise, love. A very welcome, wonderful surprise.”
“I wanted to…get your attention. In the best way.”
He helped Harley to his feet and let his boy wiggle his jeans back up. “You have it. You always have it. But you were after…different attention, I think.”
“I wanted to make you wild. I wanted to make you need me.”
