6. Chapter Six #2
Ollie sank to his knees with a naturalness that sent a thrill through Fin.
Fuck, he could be so amazing to play with.
When he peeled his shirt off, they didn’t hide ogling him.
His chest was firm and carved, not with glamour muscles but from hard work.
Those abs were lickable, and Fin wanted to bind him up and tease every inch of him with their tongue.
God, they’d gotten to sink between those muscular cheeks the other week, but one time hadn’t been enough.
They wanted to eat him out until he was sobbing, just tease and torture him until he surrendered.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we’ll have a problem.” He pressed down on his erection, which tested the confines of those gray sweats, creating a sexy-as-fuck dick print.
“Maybe I like problems,” they said. “Can’t help how delicious you look.”
He tossed his tee onto the ground, creating a billow of dust and dirt.
“Spread your legs a little more,” Fin said. “Show off that sexy cock.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and widened his stance. His cock tented the fabric of his sweats, and damn, what a sight.
“If you’re not comfortable with that being in the photo, I can cut the shot off at the hips,” Fin said. “Your call. Changeable at any point. Though it’s a gorgeous bulge. Definitely something to be proud of.”
Ollie straightened the slightest bit, and his eyes grew a little more intense. “Nah, I’m fine with it. What are you going to do with me now?”
“What wouldn’t I like to do with you.” Fin didn’t bother to mask the heat in their voice.
Fuck, this boy was too damn pretty. “For the shoot, though, I’m going to bind your arms to your chest while you’re down on your knees.
Bring your hands back behind you. Nothing too complex for the setting.
” However, now that they got him on his knees, a parade of filthy imagery marched through their head.
The sheer amount of fun they could have with him was unfathomable .
They reached into their bag and tugged out the black bondage tape.
Their body hummed with awareness from the creep of the shadows and the pristine stillness in this desolate place.
It had them on alert in a way they loved, like driving at top speed on the freeway.
They kneeled to the ground beside Ollie, and the second they held out the bondage tape, Ollie’s breath hitched.
Fuck, his reactions were so delicious. They wanted to devour every single one.
He broadcasted his desires so easily, and Fin loved that in a play partner.
“Any circulatory issues I need to know about before we go binding things?” Fin asked as they crouched beside him, tape in hand.
“Diabetic, but it’s controlled, and I’m in good shape right now.”
“If there’s an adrenaline spike from being bound, we’ll need to get some sugar in you.”
“Emergency piece of candy in my pocket, bar in the car. My insulin is monitored through pump too, so I can adjust post.”
“Damn, I love a guy who’s prepared.” Fin encircled his chest with the bondage tape.
Every time their fingers brushed his smooth, warm skin, sheer electricity crackled between them.
They managed a few wraps around his upper chest and slipped their fingers in to test the fit with a light tug. “Feel okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, a little breathless. This close, they saw his pupils were dilated, felt his intake sharpen. Apparently, Ollie was a natural sub waiting to be discovered. They weren’t sad in the slightest that they’d cracked the lid open.
“Red, yellow, and green, remember?”
“My memory’s not that shit,” he snarked, and they pinched him in the side. He let out a yelp.
They tore the tape and plastered it onto the other bands, and it self-adhered. Fin traced a finger along Ollie’s upper back right above where the bondage tape wrapped around him. His whole body trembled in response. A peek at his cock showed just how much he enjoyed this.
“You’re being really good for me,” they said. “Does my little slut like getting bound up and displayed?”
“Fuck,” Ollie swore, his voice low and raspy.
Fin palmed their packer, which pushed the base against the steady throb between their legs.
They set back to work, winding the tape around his lower torso, binding his arms to his sides while they were clutched behind him.
His pecs were prominent, all that smooth skin with a light smattering of hair down toward his groin.
They finished the binding and ripped the bondage tape off.
“You look gorgeous,” they said, and his shoulders tipped back. “Ready for me to snap some shots?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
They stepped away, rummaged for their equipment, and started the process of setting up the tripod. They’d brought a handful of lenses and portable LED lights, as well as a portable reflector, since the space was dark. Still, their gaze kept slipping toward Ollie.
Ollie was hot as fuck, not even a question, but Fin had had plenty of pretty people to play with. What sparked their attention more was his sense of adventure. His humor that seemed as sharp as theirs. The fact that he was such a natural sub in a way that matched their energy perfectly.
This kid had the potential to be trouble.
They dove in anyway.