52. Chapter 52 #2
For a moment, Mano couldn’t tell what was going on, until he felt Ody’s breath against his lips. “What are you—?” His words were cut off as Ody’s mouth pressed against his.
Ody’s bare body pinned him against the wall. Something brushed against him low. Something unmistakable. The realization sent a jolt of panic through him, and he shoved Ody away, his eyes still shut. “Let me out.”
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
“Let me out!”
“A little louder. I still can’t hear you.”
“Let me out, damn it!” Mano shouted.
Nothing. Mano stood there, breathing hard, his eyes still squeezed shut. “Ody?” He called his name, no longer feeling his presence. “Mikre, if I open my eyes you’re dead, I swear—” His breath hitched as Ody’s lips closed around his cock.
A broken groan slipped from Mano’s throat. “Ah... Ody...” The pleasure hit him tenfold in the darkness. “You’re... dea—hahh…”
His hands shot down, trying to push Ody away, but Ody caught his wrists and pinned them against the wall on either side of him.
Without letting go, his mouth worked faster.
Mano’s breathing gradually lost its rhythm. His muscles tensed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. Every attempt to think dissolved into another broken sound. A whimper escaped him as his chest rose and fell. “Hah... fuck… Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Just as the words left his mouth, Ody pulled away.
“Ah... What... Why did you stop?” he panted, his body trembling.
He heard Ody step onto the bathmat.
“Ody…” he called. “Why did you stop?”
Footsteps moved away.
“Hey! Where the hell are you going?” He fumbled for the faucet, turning the water back on and rinsing the suds from his hair.
Finally able to open his eyes, he stood there, stunned, trying to process what had just happened.
His gaze dropped to the evidence of Ody’s teasing. What the hell did he think he was doing? Bringing him to the brink and then just walking away? Oh, he wasn’t getting away with that.
Still dripping wet and worked up, Mano stormed into the living room. Ody lay on the couch, completely relaxed, dressed only in his boxers.
Heat coiled deep in Mano’s core. This time it wasn’t embarrassment. It was frustration. “I’m so gonna fuck you now,” he growled through clenched teeth. He approached him, naked and worked up, his steps slow.
Ody let out an awkward chuckle and scooted farther up the couch. “Uh…”
Mano reached him, gripping his shoulders and lifting him effortlessly, forcing him to sit upright.
“Uh... Mano... You’re not mad, are you? I was just messing around.”
“Messing around, huh?” Without warning, Mano grabbed Ody’s boxer briefs.
Ody reacted instantly, his hands shooting down to stop him. “Y-yeah…”
“Do I look like I’m laughing?” There wasn’t a trace of amusement on his face. His gaze locked onto Ody’s with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. “Get the lube and turn around,” he ordered.
Ody went pale. “W-what?”
“You’re the reason I’m like this,” Mano said, glancing down at himself. “You need to take responsibility.”
“I-I will! Just not like that,” Ody stammered in panic.
But Mano pinned him down, locking his wrists in a firm grip. “You’re not pulling that kind of stunt on me again, mikre. Understood?”
“Yeah... I got it.”
“Apologize properly,” Mano demanded, his gaze sharp.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again,” Ody mumbled, looking regretful.
“Say my name.”
Ody hesitated, his lips parting as he looked up at him. “Mano.”
“Apologize.”
“I’m sorry, Mano.”
“Again.”
Ody’s face burned as he murmured in a low voice, “I’m sorry, Mano…”
A smirk tugged at Mano’s lips. “That’s my good boy.”
Ody’s eyes snapped up in surprise. “W-what did you just call me...?”
A faint curve lingered on Mano’s lips before he loosened his hold and pushed himself up. Ody followed him with his gaze as he walked into the room and pulled open a drawer. When Mano returned to the couch holding a pair of handcuffs, Ody swallowed hard. “W-what are those for?”
“Take a guess.”
“Mano…”
“They’re gonna look so fucking good on you,” Mano said as he stepped closer.
Ody, desperate to change the subject, blurted out, “Didn’t expect you to own something like that.”
“Why?” Mano asked with a smirk. “You think I’m vanilla or something?”
Ody opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Mano grabbed his wrists and pulled them forward, snapping one cuff into place.
“Wait. What are you doing?”
“You don’t know? Don’t tell me you and Anna haven’t tried anything like this in two years.”
“Once,” he muttered. “But on her…”
“Well, now it’s your turn.” Mano snapped the second cuff into place.
With one hand, he held Ody’s cuffed wrists against his stomach. Then he straddled him, his legs on either side of his hips.
“What are you doing?” Ody asked, a little breathless.
“Back in the shower, I realized how obsessed you are with my dick.” A smug grin spread across his face. “Wouldn’t be fair to leave you unsatisfied.” He leaned in, his eyes flicking to Ody’s lips as he noticed the flush spreading across his face.
“Bring that pretty little mouth over here and finish what you started,” he said, his voice low.
Ody’s breath turned uneven. He couldn’t look away.
“Open your mouth,” Mano ordered, brushing his hard length against Ody’s lips.
Ody looked up at him with a frustrated little pout.
Mano smirked as he kept teasing him with slow movements. “What? You were acting pretty confident earlier.”
Ody let out a soft sound of protest, still looking up at him.
Mano slowly pushed between Ody’s lips, making him open wider for him. Then he eased forward, sliding into his mouth.
“Mm... Mph!” Ody let out a muffled sound.
“Now be a good boy and suck it,” Mano said, watching him from above.
With his hands cuffed against his torso, Ody had no way of resisting. Mano moved slowly, listening to the groans slipping from him. “Yeah... that’s it, mikre.”
Ody completely surrendered to Mano’s dominance, heat pooling low in his stomach.
“Ah, fuck yeah…” Mano groaned, tilting his head back, his eyes falling shut for a moment. When he looked down again, Ody was staring up at him like he already couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh, fuck...” Mano panted. “Don’t look at me like that with those green eyes.”
Ody flushed deeply and squeezed them shut.
“What’s wrong, mikre? Are you struggling? Am I too big for you?” he teased, picking up the pace.
“Mhh! Hm!” Ody moaned around him, his voice muffled.
“You really pushed me to the edge and stopped right before I came?” Mano growled, thrusting deeper. “Every time you play games with me, I’ll make you take it all the way in. I’ll make you gag and choke on it.”
“Mmh!” Ody’s eyes flicked up to meet Mano’s, his brows knitting together.
“Ahh, fuck... Oh God…” Mano panted, his voice low as he felt himself getting close. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum in your mouth…” he breathed, while Ody whimpered around him.
He released into Ody’s mouth, a deep grunt escaping his lips.
Ody looked up at him, then quickly squeezed his eyes shut again.
Mano pulled back, and Ody immediately covered his mouth with his hand before hurrying to the bathroom.
Mano stayed on the couch, trying to steady his breathing.
A minute later, Ody stepped out, his hands still bound in front of him by the handcuffs. Mano was already heading toward the bathroom, and their gazes met briefly as they passed each other.
After washing up, he went to the bedroom and slipped into a clean pair of boxers before returning to the living room.
Ody looked up at him from the couch. “Are you gonna untie me?”
Mano shook his head, a sideways smirk pulling at his lips. “You gonna play games with me again?” he asked.
Ody didn’t answer.
“You gonna provoke me like that again?”
Yes, yes and hell yes!
“Well, mikre?”
“If you’re gonna do things like that to me… then yeah,” Ody replied, making Mano’s smirk drop into a stunned expression.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ody asked, smiling. “Anna and I never did anything like this… her taking control, I mean. And I liked it. It was really hot.”
Mano stared at him, his eyes widening as the words sank in. His brain completely short-circuited.
Ody grinned wider at his reaction before standing and stepping closer, his hands still bound. “Have I told you how much I love it when you go from rough to shy?”
Mano blinked fast and looked away.
Ody moved quickly, biting his earlobe.
He jolted back, grabbing his ear.
“Come on, will you untie me? I want to hold you,” Ody said, lifting his bound wrists toward him.
Their gazes remained locked for a moment longer before Mano finally broke eye contact and walked into the bedroom. He opened the drawer and pulled out the keys.
When he stepped back into the living room, Ody was sticking out his bound hands exaggeratedly, his lips pursed in a pout like a child demanding attention.
Mano unlocked the handcuffs, and Ody wasted no time throwing himself into his arms like it was the only place he wanted to be.
“I like being like this with you…” he whispered against his ear, hugging him with his eyes closed.
Mano stood there, his arms still hanging at his sides while Ody inhaled his freshly cleaned scent. “You smell amazing,” he murmured.
Mano’s heart pounded harder in his chest. No one had ever made him want to hold on back like this before. Slowly, almost cautiously, his arms lifted and wrapped around Ody in return for what felt like the first time in his life.