Tad groaned in equal parts need and exasperation. "Scott."
"Do it."
Reluctantly, he obeyed, blushing hotter than ever.
Wink … wink, wink.
Scott cursed in approval and rewarded him with a jarring thrust. "Fuck, yeah. Goddamn, you're awesome."
Tad moaned, breathless. "Just fuck me already. I really need to come."
Scott chuckled and sank back inside, mollifying Tad with another vigorous round. He didn't withdraw for more raunchy ogling until Tad was undulating hard. Tad could actually feel Scott's gaze devouring the kinky sight. A soft rumble reverberated through the room. "Mm. Your ass wants me so fucking bad."
Tad squirmed under Scott's scorching stare, getting kind of pissed … and really fucking turned on. But still, Scott lingered, as if addicted to the sight of Tad's pink, exposed channel. The one he'd dominated 'til it stayed obediently spanned. It was degrading and intoxicating all at once.
Tad closed his eyes and let the embarrassment go. He needed to get proactive. Scott promised a motherfucking orgasm. Time to steer the guy back on track. Slowly, seductively, Tad clenched his hole closed, then bore down and pushed it back open. His lusty invitation couldn't have been more blatant.
Scott snarled and thrust himself back in, unleashing a fiery fucking. "Wanna pound you," he ground out, "'til you don't know your name. Wanna own you. Inside and out."
Tad writhed and shuddered, panted and moaned. Somehow Scott's desire was proving as much a turn on as his dick. The guy was clearly into Tad, not just his wanton ass. True, it could be the heat of passion talking, but somewhere deep inside, Tad kind of hoped that wasn't. He'd hate to be anyone's one-night-bang, but for some reason, especially Scott's.
His fingers dug into the leather as he tried to rock his hips. Scott's merciless pounding of Tad's prostate was making his cock all but howl with need. It needed contact. Friction. Release.
"Scott." He shuddered, lungs heaving for air. "Either untie my hand or grab my dick."
Scott growled, then groaned, then slowed his pace-as if downshifting so he could think. He leaned over and restlessly nibbled Tad's shoulder, his pelvis rocking slow but steady. The wet, slippery sound of him gliding in and out made Tad want to fucking curse. That so wasn't helping his need-to-come dilemma. Again, his cock gave an avid buck.
"Scott," he moaned.
Scott moaned, too, then rasped into Tad's ear. "Hold up. I'm gonna flip you over."
And then he was gone, off and out of Tad's body, making quick work of releasing Tad's ankles. After giving each a soothing rub, he rose and focused on Tad's right wrist. Freedom at last. But instead of unbinding his left wrist next, Scott held onto the freed one nudged Tad's side.
"Slide over a bit."
Breathless and barely able to think, Tad did as he was told. When he'd moved about a foot to the left, Scott rebound his wrist next to the other one. Tad frowned, but then understood. Barely breaking stride, Scott undid his left wrist next then gently rolled Tad over. Tender, flogged skin pressed to leather as Tad's body bent awkwardly back. With the wall angled at just over ninety-degrees, it wasn't exactly comfortable.
Scott apparently figured as much and released Tad's wrist to grab under his knees instead. "Legs up, babe," he murmured, giving them a lift. Tad complied without protest, grateful for the relief. Scott propped Tad's heels on the bent wall's ledge, then slid his palms up Tad's shins. "Okay. Now scoot back over."
Tad had half a mind to yank off his blindfold while he had the chance, but the second his free hand twitched to do so, he chickened out. No way could he watch Scott fucking him face to face. That was what gay guys did; watch each other as they came. And Tad wasn't gay. Or into Scott, for that matter. Not Scott. Though the guy did have some serious sexual skill. His stomach churned restlessly at the direction of his thoughts. Ditching the idea to liberate his eyes, he did as instructed. The second he was back to the middle of the wall, Scott secured Tad's left wrist where his right had previously been.
Fresh anxiety surged, dousing Tad in trepidation. Blindfolded or not, he was going to be facing Scott when the guy made him come. Things suddenly felt entirely too intimate. Heart pounding faster, emotions warred in his head. Behind his ribs. Deep down low in his belly.
"Almost ready," Scott purred, positioning Tad's ankles nice and wide.
Blushing furiously, Tad snapped his knees shut.
Scott chuckled, his timbre deep and drugging. "Mm. Shy boy's back."