Page 21 of Love Language

God, Greg was magnificent.

Watching him go from cautious and tense to languid and pliant had been magical. Even more astounding that it had been so early on, just as he was completing the chest harness.

If he’d know what effect it would have, he would have done something more complex, more holistic.

But Greg was gorgeous just as he was.

Marco had continued the lattice pattern down his belly, across his hips, and around his thighs, nestled against his groin. He’d formed an intricate ladder down his arms, lacing them together.

Then, he’d moved Greg onto his back and bent each leg separately, calf to thigh, noting how Greg’s breath quickened and deepened at the positioning.

He could tie his hands to his knees, locking all three together. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

If nothing else, it would cover up that hard, red cock that had been near to bursting since they began.

No, perhaps he didn’t need that last rope.

He brushed a hand down Greg’s cheek.

Greg looked up at him with glassy, adoring eyes. Gorgeous.

OK? he asked.

Greg nodded almost sleepily. It was always interesting to Marco how some people got keyed up, but some just slipped under.

Greg was deep under.

Do you want more?

Greg nodded.

Do you want to come?

Greg’s forehead wrinkled. Not like he disagreed. But maybe like he couldn’t decide. Or couldn’t figure out what Marco was asking or why.

Would you like me to decide?

The wrinkles faded with Greg’s smile. He nodded, beatific.

Marco dug quickly through his closet and returned with a fur-lined glove.

Before he used it, though, he had another idea.

He wanted Greg to see himself like this. To see the beauty of the knots, and his own expression, completely undone.

He still had his phone in his pocket, and he quickly pulled it out and took a picture. He would never, never post it anywhere, and he would delete it immediately if Greg objected. But he liked to think that Greg would appreciate it.

Marco would appreciate it, too. But only if it was alright with Greg once they talked about it later.

He placed the phone on his side table and then returned to the sub’s side.

Putting on the glove, he slid it experimentally over Greg’s chest and was rewarded with a deep shiver, a further relaxing into the sheets.

Greg moved like a liquid, held together only by his bonds.

Marco continued dragging the glove over his body, watching as his breath quickened, wishing, just for a moment, that he could hear him.

He wondered if he was being loud and suspected that he was.