Now Levi was truly immobilized. And gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous Saul could scarcely breathe. The pattern of creamy skin and dark bands was exquisite, showcasing Levi’s lanky limbs and slender chest. Of course, the centerpiece was his cock, so full and hard that it stood an inch above his belly.
But it was the willing submission that hit Saul the hardest. The knowledge that this man, this playful, beautiful, confident, hurt man, was trusting all of himself to him. There was nothing that could match the erotic thrill and deep sense of protectiveness that Saul got seeing him this way.
Levi wiggled again, then let out a deep sigh of contentment.
Saul came up and gave him a lingering kiss. Levi melted beneath him, letting Saul set the pace while he tangled their tongues together and nibbled at his lips.
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Mmmmm… cozy and sexy.”
Saul chuckled. That was what he’d been going for, but Levi just sounded so smugly pleased about it. Bondage was usually such a serious affair, at least in Saul’s experience. Levi made it silly and fun.
“Ready for the blindfold?”
“Yes, please.”
Saul kissed each of his eyelids, then fit the sleep mask around his head. Levi turned his head both ways, as though checking that everything was still there around him. Adorable.
There were two purposes for the mask. One, of course, was to heighten every one of Levi’s sensations, to make every touch unexpected and sensuous.
The other one was more personal for Saul and he’d planned it out in advance. He wanted time to explore Levi’s body—a cis male body—without having to hide his own reactions or wondering what Levi was thinking of his own less than ideal body.
Now that Levi couldn’t watch him, he shucked off his slacks and collared shirt and tossed them on the chair. He had no plans to get completely naked, but in his undershirt and boxers he’d be able to feel much more of Levi’s skin if he wanted to.
So the blindfold was a bit of security, a way for Saul to keep his own confidence so that he could give Levi all of his attention.
“Daddy? What are you doing?” Levi didn’t sound worried, more curious.
“I’m taking off my clothes.”
Levi pouted. “And I don’t get to see?”
Saul bent over and gave him a kiss. “I thought you liked mysteries.”
“No, I like treats.”
Saul kissed him again. It was nice to know that Levi thought of his body as a treat, even if he wasn’t quite ready to share it. “Don’t worry. I have plenty of treats for you.”
Levi beamed.
Truly, Levi was the treat. Just seeing him bound on his bed made something pulse hot and carnal inside of him.
He was going to start slowly, though. Enjoy every moment of discovering his boy and dragging screams of pleasure from him.
Levi’s body was lightly covered with coiled hair and Saul dragged his hands over it, just far enough from the skin to feel Levi’s warmth without ever touching him. He’d never dated anyone with so much body hair, and he loved seeing how it accentuated Levi’s slender muscles.
Levi whimpered and hummed.
Saul had always been attracted to both men and women, but the automatic assumptions that men seemed to make about him had turned him off. When he’d dated women, he had been, by comparison, the masculine one. Not just the Dom, but, if he were being honest with himself, the man in the relationship.
Now that he’d finally admitted to himself who he was and taken the steps to achieve it, he could be the man and be with another man.
Not to mention that taking T had turned his sex drive up to a thousand. It had also led to him increasingly thinking about flat chests and hard cocks rubbing together when he fantasized.
Everything with Levi, though, was so much more.
He let his hand drift down, still hovering over Levi’s skin, across his belly and then over each thigh. He circled around again, getting closer to his target, but still avoiding Levi’s cock. A little pool of precum dripped onto his belly.