Chess

by Sean Michael

  “Oh.” Luke nodded but didn’t falter, and Temple was proud.

  He went to the dresser and pulled out the rope. It was a beautiful red and it would look amazing wrapped around Luke’s skin.

  “I… I’ve never done that before,” Luke admitted. “I’ve seen it lots, though.”

  “You have?” Temple led Luke to the bed, encouraged him down.

  “Yeah. You know that I do parties for work, right? Well, lots of them are BSDM scenes. I mean, I’m super careful. I make sure that everyone is willing and legal and understands things before I start, but there’s some amazing rope work.”

  “Oh, that’s very cool. You like those parties, hmm?” Temple was of the opinion it was because the lifestyle called to Luke.

  “Some of them. Some are a little intense for a stranger.”

  “It’s a pretty intense lifestyle.” He took Luke’s right hand and wrapped a length of rope around Luke’s wrist.

  “Yeah…” Luke stared at his wrist.

  “So pretty.” He tied the other end of the rope to the top of the bed. Then he wrapped Luke’s other wrist up, too.

  “I… This is hot, huh? Is that weird?” Luke’s eyes were wide, the look on his face hungry.

  “No, darling, it’s exactly what I was hoping for.” There was nothing here that was wrong or weird.

  “You know how to get them off?” Luke asked, eyes on his hands.

  “The ropes? I know how to remove them. You? I know how to get off.”

  “Temple!” Luke was chuckling.

  “Right here, darling.”

  “I’ve never trusted someone enough for this.”

  “You trust me, though.” Temple knew he didn’t have to say it.

  “I do. Completely.”

  “Good.” Bending, he kissed Luke’s belly button.

  Luke’s skin smelled so good, male and delicious. He licked at that sweet navel, then quickly at each hip. He teased the pierced ball sac, played with the rings, tugged them. It was lovely, how Luke shifted and moaned with each touch. He’d never known someone so eager, so sensual.

  “I’m gonna do your ankles now, too.”

  “Yeah? That’s new…”

  “New?” He rubbed his way along Luke’s legs, feeling all those muscles.

  “Never… Never had my legs tied, ever.”

  “It’ll keep you completely spread-eagled.”

  “That’s…intense.” Luke didn’t sound scared at all.

  “What’s between us is intense.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, but…” Luke met his eyes, voice so soft. “I like it.”

  He smiled at that. “I do too.”

  He wrapped a length of rope around Luke’s ankle. Then he tied that to the footboard and moved to Luke’s other foot, tied it up as well. Luke tested the ropes, muscles tugging and pulling randomly.

  Temple admired the flexing, running his hands along Luke’s legs and arms. The touches seemed to relax Luke, soothe him.

  “I promised to feed you before having my wicked way with you, didn’t I?” Temple contemplated the food.

  “You did. I forgot.”

  “That’s because I am very distracting.” He waggled his eyebrows at Luke.

  “You totally are.”

  That made Temple grin and he gave a bit of a bow before grabbing the tray of food. “Olive?” Picking one up, he popped it into Luke’s mouth.

  “You… You’re going to do it like this?”

  “That was the plan.”

  “Oh.” Luke looked so surprised.

  “Is it that unusual?” And did that matter? They got to make their own rules.

  “I have no idea. I just hadn’t considered it.”

  Oh, Luke did make him laugh.

  “Time for me to make you crave it.”

  Luke opened his lips for another bite. Temple gathered some hummus on his finger and slipped it between Luke’s lips. Luke latched onto him, pulling and sucking hard on his finger. His cock pressed hard against his jeans—he very much needed to get naked because just feeding Luke was sexy as hell.

  “Do it again, love?” Luke asked, eyes bright.

  “What this?” Temple ran his finger through the hummus again, before pushing it into Luke’s mouth.

  Luke’s eyelids drooped, his whole body shuddering.

  Temple groaned, his jeans getting ever tighter. “You even eat sexy.”

  “Love to suck.”

  “You say things like that and I want to forget all about food.”

  “Uh-huh.” Luke didn’t look like he minded.

  Chuckling, Temple grabbed a carrot and dipped into the hummus, munching it up. He knew he needed to eat—he had to make sure he was up to looking after his bound sub. No passing out when he was the only one not tied up. If it wasn’t a rule, it needed to be.

  He slipped Luke a bite of feta as he chewed his own food.

  “I’m looking forward to making you juices,” he admitted. And not just because processed juice was…not quite as pure and wonderful as people thought.

  “I want to know if they taste different.”

  “Than store bought ones? They do. Better for you, too.” He kept feeding, making sure they both had enough to eat without being too full.

  Luke finally indicated his refusal at the offer of another olive. “I’m done, love. Please. Let’s make love.”

  “Good. I’m done, too.”

  He put the food aside and moved back to the bed, admiring his lover all stretched out for him. Luke arched for him, letting him see every inch.

  “You are beautiful, darling. And I can’t wait to touch.” First, though, he was going to take off his clothes before his damn zipper actually cut into his erection.

  As soon as his cock came into view, Luke whimpered, mouth reaching for him.

  “You want to suck me, darling?” Luke was one up on him in the orgasm department, after all.

  “God, yes. Please. Please, Temple.”

  He loved how eager Luke was for him.

  Nodding, he stepped out of his pants and climbed onto the bed. It was easy enough to straddle Luke’s chest and rub his cock against the pretty lips. Luke opened up, tongue flicking out to trail over the tip of Temple’s cock. The flush of heat was immediate. He got even harder, his balls pulling up. Groaning, he pushed the head into Luke’s mouth. His lover never flinched, simply opened for him and swallowed hard.

  That was so hot.

  He shifted up, so he could pump the head of his cock in and out of Luke’s mouth. There was nothing like the view of his thick shaft disappearing into those open lips. It came back out shiny and he pressed it back in again, going a little deeper. Luke clamped down on him, sucking hard and making him fight to be free.

  “Luke.” He groaned, letting Luke have him, pushing even deeper.

  Every jerking swallow around his cock made him shake. He grabbed on to the headboard as he lifted up so he could fuck Luke’s mouth properly. Luke groaned, pulled hard, sucking him.

  “So good.” He needed Luke to know how amazing it felt.

  Those dark eyes gleamed, staring up at him.

  “Love you,” he told Luke, the words bubbling up out of him.

  Luke swallowed, throat closing around the tip of his cock.

  “Luke!” he cried out, hips jerking as he spilled down Luke’s mouth.

  Luke didn’t lose a single drop.

  Panting, Temple slowly drew his cock out of Luke’s mouth and he dropped back along Luke’s body so he could bring their mouths together in a kiss. He loved the flavor of himself in Luke’s mouth.

  Groaning, he delved deeply, his tongue sliding along Luke’s. His lover pushed up, trying to match him. He had control of the kiss, though. He’d taken charge tonight and he wasn’t backing down. Luke needed him not to. He rubbed the upstretched arms, letting his fingers dig in.

  “You make me want so many things,” he told Luke.

  “I… I want to give you everything.”

  “I want to take it. Ever
ything you have to give me. Everything.” Temple petted the lean belly, stroking the sweet skin.

  His fingers dragged along Luke’s skin hard enough not to tickle. He wondered if Luke would let him touch his hole, stroke it. He’d work up to it. Starting with those sweet nipples. He rolled the rings, moving them through the skin. God, that fascinated him. He could watch it all day long.

  First with one, then the other, he manipulated Luke’s little nips. The skin tugged, pulled around the ring. Leaning in, he licked at that spot with the tip of his tongue. Luke made a soft sound, almost a coo. He wanted to hear that again so he did the same thing with Luke’s other nipple. His lover arched, the motion gentle, fluid.

  Humming, he drew his fingers down along Luke’s ribs, thumbs dipping into Luke’s navel. No navel piercing for his lover. He smiled at the thought, nuzzled.

  “You were never a sorority sister,” he teased before dragging his tongue along the line from Luke’s navel to the base of his cock. The move rubbed his cheek all the way along the firm erection. The different piercings fascinated him, called to him. He licked at each one, manipulating them with his tongue. The one through the head was absolutely the most sensitive, the one right above the balls the least, he thought. They all made his fingers and his tongue happy.

  He let them be for a moment, kissing the skin behind Luke’s balls, right beside Luke’s hole. Luke’s breath hitched, but his lover didn’t say anything. He kissed again, then licked that tiny little hole.

  “Oh.” Luke’s single sound was shocked.

  Temple rubbed his cheek against Luke’s balls, then kissed right next to Luke’s hole, followed by another quick lick.

  “I… I… I don’t know what to do, Temple.”

  He kissed Luke’s inner thigh, then the tip of Luke’s cock, then Luke’s lips. “You don’t need to do anything, darling.”

  “Is it normal? I mean, it looks normal?”

  “Your hole?” Temple frowned, spread Luke’s cheeks to get a good look. “Yep, enticing and tight and absolutely normal-looking. Sexy as hell.”

  “Oh.” Luke took a huge, shuddering breath. “I never asked anyone before.”

  He was still a little confused by the question. “Why did you think it might not be, darling?”

  “I… I was bleeding bad after that night. It felt like things were torn.”

  “Oh, darling. Someone didn’t prep you anywhere near enough.” He kissed Luke, feeling so bad for the young man who’d been so badly used and hadn’t gotten any aftercare, not even at a hospital or clinic or anything.

  Luke shrugged. “It wasn’t like they cared for me.”

  “They should have.” The asshole was supposed to have been Luke’s boyfriend, which made it worse than some random rapist. “Your first time should be with someone who wants to make it good for you. Fuck, any time should be with someone who cares.”

  “Yeah.”

  Temple dared to reach down, gently stroke the wrinkled hole. “I meant it when I said if we never go here, that’s cool. But I want to give it to you. I want to give you an anal experience you love, to wipe out the memory of what happened.” He kept stroking, keeping it easy, slow and careful.

  Luke’s body began to shift and move, the tiniest increments.

  “You know what a safe word is, darling?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, of course. I use them in my work. I’m safe, you know. It would kill me if I pierced someone truly against their will. That would be like…like a violation.”

  “You’re a good man, darling.” He kissed one nipple. “I want you to pick one.”

  “Red. I like that one. I always think I’d remember it.”

  “Red it is. You can use it if you need to, darling, if anything gets to be too much.”

  “I trust you. I do.” Luke looked so earnest.

  “And I’m going to make it wonderful for you, but if it gets to be too much, all you have to do is say red.”

  “We’ll just go as far as I want.” Luke’s faith was rather stunning.

  “Yes, exactly.” Temple kept stroking that wrinkled little hole, not pushing any farther right now.

  “Tingles,” Luke told him.

  “It’s a very sensitive patch of skin.”

  Luke pinked, cheeks heating.

  “Oh, that’s a sweet look.” Temple slicked up his fingers.

  “I just… I’m nervous.”

  “It’s natural to be nervous your first time.”

  “It’s not my first time.”

  He didn’t even hesitate to refute that. “That time doesn’t count. You were drugged.”

  All Luke knew was pain and humiliation and fear. Temple was going to change that.

  He stroked again. “This can be your first time.”

  “My first time…”

  “With a man who loves you.”

  Luke offered him a smile, the look soft, gentle.

  Temple put more lube on his fingers and gently pressed one against Luke’s hole, teasing for entrance. Luke’s body clenched, trying to keep him out, so he went back to the gentle strokes.

  “I promise you, I’ll stop if you need me to. I meant it, darling, if we never do this, that’s just fine.” He could live without anal sex—any man could.

  “I don’t want you to stop, I’m just nervous.”

  “Okay, darling. Then I’ll keep pushing.”

  “Okay.” Luke squeezed his eyes closed, obviously trying to breathe.

  Temple pressed his lips against Luke’s and pushed air in, helping. “Don’t forget to breathe.”

  Luke sucked in a deep, deep breath.

  “Good job.” Smiling, he slid his fingers up and down and back and forth across Luke’s entrance.

  “I feel so stupid, for being so tense.”

  Temple pursed his lips. “No, don’t say that. Your feelings are your feelings. You’re allowed to be tense. You’re allowed to be however you feel.” This was people and feelings and no one belonged in a box or came with pre-set anything.

  “My Zen lover.”

  Temple chuckled, then added his agreement, “Yes. It’s all about the pleasure, darling.”

  “And the connection.”

  Oh, so clever.

  “Yes.” He pressed the very tip of his finger into Luke’s hole.

  This time, Luke sucked in a deep breath and allowed him in. “It’s okay? I know. I know, I just… I need to know.”

  There was nothing wrong with a little reassurance and Temple was happy to give it. “You’re tight and hot and like velvet inside. Perfect.”

  Luke moaned at his words, body tightening.

  Temple pressed his finger just a little deeper. “You’re doing so well.”

  “I want to.”

  He knew that. Luke tried so hard to please.

  “I’m going to make you fly,” he promised.

  Wriggling his finger, he pushed it in deeper. That earned him a sweet, low moan, Luke’s hips rolling up. He slid his finger most of the way out, then pushed it back in. Then out again, and in. Luke moaned for him, and his lover met him, over and over, finding his rhythm.

  He took the time to spurt some more lube onto his finger, keeping things slick.

  “Feels so good.” Luke sounded a little surprised. “I didn’t expect it to.”

  “I told you it was different with someone who cared.”

  Luke took a deep breath. “Don’t want to talk about them.”

  “No, this is for you and me.”

  “Yes. No one else. Special.”

  “That’s right.” He pushed his finger in deeper, looking for Luke’s gland. When he found it, Luke jerked hard, eyes flying open. “Mmm. There we go.” He pushed against it again.

  “Temple. Temple, I…”

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Bigger than good. Can’t breathe.”

  “No, you have to keep breathing.” He brought their mouths together again, then pushed air into Luke’s mouth.

  He stroked that sweet, hid
den gland over and over, just keeping the pleasure steady, sure. “I’m going to add a finger, darling.”

  Luke moaned, lips parted. He’d take that as a yes. He pulled out and added lube before slowly pushing Luke open as he sank two fingers inside. He loved that Luke didn’t tense, didn’t fight. He wriggled his fingers, then pressed them deep, searching for that little gland again.

  “Oh. Oh, God. I…” Luke’s eyes were wide, his head off the pillow.

  “So far so good, hmm?” Temple pressed Luke’s sweet spot again.

  Luke nodded, shook his head, nodded again.

  Stretching his fingers wide, Temple pushed against Luke’s gland. He ignored the unsure signals—Luke would let him know if that was more than just nerves.

  “More. More, please.” Luke’s muscles squeezed him tight.

  “Yes, more. So much more.” He fucked Luke with two fingers for a while, opening and closing his fingers to stretch everything.

  Luke’s moans came fast, became more and more breathy. He kept working Luke’s hole as he pulled a condom on, slicked it up with his other hand.

  “Is it going to hurt, love?”

  “No, it isn’t. Maybe the first stretch will be a tiny bit uncomfortable, but if it hurts, you tell me and I’ll add more lube, take more time opening you up.” There was no way there should be pain and certainly not any blood or tearing. Like, at all.

  “That’s fair. I love you, huh?”

  Temple stilled, smiling into Luke’s eyes. “And I love you. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t.”

  “I know. I… Let’s do it, huh? So it’s done and I can just know?”

  That wasn’t enough of a reason to do this, just to get it over and done with. “We’ll do it, because we love each other and I want to be inside you. I want to know what it’s like to be joined with you.”

  “I do too. I do. I’m just…”

  “Tied up to a bed and about to make love?” Temple suggested.

  “Yeah.”

  Smiling, Temple took a kiss, fucking Luke’s lips until his nerves seemed soothed. Then Temple pressed the head of his cock against Luke’s hole. He felt that sweet, slick ring of muscles jerk around him.

  “Just breathe.” He blew against Luke’s lips.

  “Breathe. Got it.” Luke sucked in a deep breath.

  “Just like that.” He pushed in, stretching Luke open around his cock.