He looked away from the stare, gazing around the room, seeing Rafael’s crisp modern style. Even the books on the shelves were perfectly lined.
Daniel found he couldn’t lie. “You ordered me to.” He lifted one shoulder. “And you said yourself you’re not the usual.”
A smile curled over Rafael’s lips. “Put your wine on the coffee table.”
He did as he was told.
Daniel’s chest swelled with the praise; there was something so fulfilling about the compliments from him.
Rafael’s hand snapped out, gripping him by the neck, and dragging him closer. It didn’t hurt him, but it was possessive. Daniel’s cock stood at full attention in an instant, the thin material of his designer slacks leaving nothing to the imagination.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“God, yes…” he started, but Rafael cut him off with his mouth.
The kiss was claiming and all consuming. Daniel gave in to him as Rafael’s tongue pushed at his lips, which willingly parted for it. Rafael bit down on his lip causing it to swell and bleed, but Daniel only moaned into his mouth, which seemed to egg Rafael on. He flipped open the buttons on his shirt, and warm hands met his skin. Rafael’s fingers pushed up and over his abs and found his nipples. He could only react, groans building deep in his throat while his body heated up like it never had before.
Rafael broke the kiss, sitting back. Daniel’s lips chased, begging for more.
“Tell me what you’re okay with,” the man demanded.
“Er…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “What do you mean?”
“Limits wise. I don’t need a full overview, but tell me what turns you on and I’ll stick to that.”
“The basics? Tie me up…”
Rafael’s lips twisted into a grin. “You really are a virgin to all of this aren’t you?”
“I’ve played with wax, spanking, and some bondage, so I’m pretty new.”
Daniel nodded, trying not to be too eager. “No marks where they can be seen in my suit.”
“Easy enough.” He leaned forward to nip at his ear. “Upstairs. To my bedroom.”
Daniel got to his feet before his brain processed the command.
He climbed the stairs, asking himself again what he was doing. He walked to the end of the hall, pushing open the door which he knew would lead to the master bedroom. All the townhouses in Wrigleyville were laid out much the same. He assumed Rafael was on his heels, but he didn’t look back for confirmation. His room was simple, with defined lines, and a large metal four poster taking the focus on the room. Daniel’s gut flipped; he felt like the bottom in the situation which was unusual for him. Rafael walked in soon after and took a seat in a chair next to the window on the far side of the room, beckoning him forward to stand before him.
“Undress. I want to watch you.”
Daniel’s cheeks flushed a little pink. He was glad they stood in a dim room, the only illumination from the streetlights filtering through the windows. He pulled his tie the rest of the way out of the double windsor, and Rafael held out his hand for it. He handed it over, nervous about what it was going to be used for later.
Rafael looked up at him through his lashes as his fingers worked, pushing the rest of the buttons through holes. Daniel had never undressed while someone sat and watched. It was arousing and again made him feel like he didn’t have to be in control. He liked it. It made him very self-conscious. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and folded it in half, placing it on the small table next to the chair. He looked up to find Rafael still hungrily staring at him.
“This is weird,” Daniel tried to break the tension in the room while he undid his belt.
“No, it’s very erotic to watch you. You have such a beautiful body.” Rafael flipped open the clasp of his own jeans.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Daniel did the same. A soft groan came out of Rafael, spurring him on, and he stepped out of his slacks and placed them with his shirt. He took a step closer, but Rafael shook his head.
He slid his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and shimmied them lower, exposing the close-cropped dark patch of hair above his groin and shot Rafael a flirty look.
“I see you have a bit of defiance in you, boy. Asking for a punishment?”
“I was doing what you ordered, Sir, giving you a show.” He inched them down till the base of his erection showed. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Rafael reached out, pinching Daniel’s shorts to pull him forward by them. “Off. Now.” He didn’t raise his voice, but there was a command to it that did something to Daniel.
He dropped them and stepped out of the shorts, leaving them on the floor. He dropped his eyes, knowing Rafael was surveying him, and letting him.
“Shh. Your body is magnificent.” Rafael’s fingers traveled over his hip.
“I’d like to see what you’re hiding under those jeans.” He was used to taking the dominant role, so he leaned forward to brush his fingers over Rafael’s bulge.
“You like what you feel, boy?” Rafael’s nails dug into his hip.
“God, yes.” Daniel hissed, trying to slide the zipper on the male’s pants down.
Rafael caught him by the wrist. “Go lay back on the bed.”
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