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With his pretty pink lips parting, his head falling back on the pillow, he breathed out audibly, hands running over his naked thighs.
Dante set the ties on the bottom of the bed, shrugging off his jacket before beginning to unbutton his white shirt. Blaine’s eyes followed his progress, and each button undone amped his breathing considerably.
One of the first things Dante realized about Blaine was how sexual he was. Shy to a fault, afraid of his own shadow, but when they made love, Blaine could disrobe from those traits easier than he could take off his clothes.
He became alive, confident, responsive. Dante had had dozens of lovers over his youthful years, but never had a simple touch of his hand lit a man the way it did Blaine. Writhing, moaning in a guttural way, Blaine showed his arousal in so many ways that Dante was still in awe after all those years.
When Dante was bare chested, he took the ties in one hand and moved around to the side of the bed, reaching for and softly taking Blaine’s hand into his. “My beautiful, beautiful Blaine. Mine. The love of my life. I was so lucky the day I met you.”
“Don’t you mean the night? The night in that bar, when you hit on me, told me how terrible my boyfriend was and that I should be with you instead?”
“Yes. That night, the night I saw the most beautiful man I’d ever met, the man who would change my life for the better.”
Kissing over each knuckle on Blaine’s hand, staring into his eyes, Dante wrapped one tie around Blaine’s wrist, letting the others fall to the floor. Blaine’s eyes filled with tears as he said, “We haven’t done this in a while.”
“I think it’s time to do it more often. We’re building a kink club, after all. Though no one will see your body, they will see your submission.”
Watching Blaine’s eyes rolling back, seeing his cock leaking liberally against his stomach, Dante knew he needed this. His beautiful husband was stressed too, but he hid his own to better help Dante. That was his Blaine, selfless, loving, generous. He’d taught Dante these traits, encouraged them, and it was remarkable the ways it helped him in business.
To give, and give generously, earned loyalty, respect and, instead of fear, it created close partnerships. The one he treasured most, though, was the man in the bed.
Dante grabbed Blaine’s other wrist and wrapped the dark blue tie around it, then tied it off in a loose knot.
Doing the same thing to Blaine’s ankles, Blaine lay as still as he could, which was hard for him. He wasn’t one to lay still while in the throes of passion. He expressed his own with writhing, with hips grinding, back arching.
When Blaine was trussed, Dante discarded his pants and underwear on the floor, crawling behind Blaine, kissing over his neck, smelling him, the soap he used, the sunshine from the long day that scented his hair.
His arousal was thick in the room, the heat of him warming Dante’s entire body. The feel of Blaine’s hair across his nose as he kissed the back of Blaine’s neck, his hand running over his arm, hip, thigh…
“I love you so very much, my BB. You’re the world, the sky, the sun and the moon to me. Being inside you is all I ever want in my life.”
An arch of his back, his hips humping the air, pushing back on Dante’s hard cock, his whispers in the room, “Dante, Dante, I want you inside me. I love when you’re inside me…”
Dante moved just enough to grab the lube that seemed to always sit on top of the nightstand to the point Blaine had bought pretty dispensers for them.
He coated his dick while Blaine’s whines grew louder, and once he pushed inside of him, Blaine let out a choked sob that made Dante wrap him in both arms, kissing his head lovingly. “That’s my baby. That’s my Blaine, my beautiful Blaine.”
He sunk inside of Blaine’s sweet, fiery ass, kissing across his warm flesh, holding him tightly, letting Blaine know he wanted him more than anything. They rocked together, moving like they were one, and they were. Never growing tired of each other, missing one another when they were apart, everything they needed was in that bed.
“My baby. My love,” he whispered, nipping at Blaine’s earlobe. “You’re my life, baby.”
“You’re mine, Dante. You’re my everything,” he said in a strangled cry.
Slow, seductive, sweet. Their lovemaking started that way a lot. Dante needed to feel Blaine’s flesh against him, feel his love before things grew rough. Nothing more than that, just feeling their combined bodies in love, so no matter the level of passion, they never forgot it was all done in love.
Spooning like they were, Dante felt every muscle gliding under Blaine’s perfect skin, and his kisses let him take the taste of his sweat. Rolling his hips, Dante moved as deeply as he could inside of Blaine, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be deeper.
Pulling out, he gently pushed Blaine onto his stomach, helping him take his hands from under him. Using the last tie, he looped it through the tie on Blaine’s wrists and tied it to the wooden slat of the headboard.
Once he was settled, Dante pulled up Blaine’s hips and used his flat hands on Blaine’s cheeks to spread them and he took a long lustful look at Blaine’s reddened hole.
Blaine was antsy, as always, when Dante examined him. He wanted the cock back inside him, but Dante took his time, swiping a thumb across the swelling ring, spitting on it, spreading the spit with another swipe of his thumb.
One slap with his left hand on that perfect round left cheek, another slap with the right on the right cheek, watching Blaine jump. His own cock throbbed painfully. Another slap of each hand, then another, reddening the cheeks to match the hole.
With his face buried in the pillow, Blaine yelled, but it was nicely muffled. None of the walls of Twin Pines Motel were very thick. They’d disturbed guests in the past.
Another smack, another, and Dante’s own breathing was ragged. He loved the man; he loved their play and making Blaine’s anticipation top out was one of his goals.
