He grabbed my shoulders and guided me, putting me down on top of him, with my legs on either side of his thighs. The heat from the mere proximity to him almost made me reel with newly awakened lust and my breath hitched when he placed his hands on my hips.

"Good," he praised. "Look at me."

I met his sapphire eyes, looked at the gleaming irises and those black widened pupils. Something dark was glowing deep inside them. I slowly caught my breath.

"Do you feel that you're still in control?" he said in a low voice and held my gaze.

Not a chance in hell.

"Yeah, I do."

Why was I lying? No idea. But my mind was starting to lose it, his mere presence made my head spin. Ash grabbed my chin firmly and bent my face down to his and I gasped at the unexpected motion.

"Do you get off on me doing this to you?" he purred and held my chin between his index finger and thumb.

"I... I d-don't know," I stuttered, and I could not for the life of me understand why I was still lying.

My body was screaming with desire, but I couldn't admit it for some reason, even though I was sure he could see it in my face. Ash leaned towards me and slowly licked the curvature of my collarbone, sending waves of heated pleasure throughout me and my breathing got heavier.

"You don't know?" he whispered and looked up at me again. "I think you do."

His thumb left my chin and went up towards my mouth, my lower lip and gently he pressed it inside my half open mouth. He hooked it over my lower teeth, so he had a firm grip on my jaw and then he gave me a wicked smile. My cock had become almost painfully hard now, pressing against the fabric of my jeans and I heard myself let out a quiet whimper. Why was I getting so god damn turned on by the way he touched me? But who cared? This was all too spine-tingling to even analyze, what he did to me just made me crazy horny.

"Are you still in control?" Ash moved his other hand from my hip and stroked my erection over my jeans, I groaned aloud as I shook my head. "Didn't think so."

He loosened the grip on my jaw and placed both his hands on my shoulders.

"Now, what do you want me to do with you, Jamie?"

"Kiss me," I panted and in the next second he had me in a crushing embrace, invading my mouth with his tongue.

I reeled and dug my fingers into his hair, feeling him pressing my body to him, making my cock grind against his stomach and his own erection pressed to my groin. The kiss deepened and he explored every inch of my mouth, gliding the ball of his piercing over my palate and I was hardly getting any air anymore. But I didn't care, my body was on fire. Ash groaned and ended the kiss finally, his eyes teeming with lust. He gripped my sweater and gave me a serious look.

"I want to see your tattoos," he said, voice thick with desire. "I know I said we'd take it easy but need to fucking see you."

His beckoning plea made all that initial uneasiness towards getting undressed in front of another man just melt away. The only thing left was the realization that I wanted to see him too. I need to see him. All of him. Feel his naked skin against mine.

"Only if I can see yours," I managed to answer.

He practically tore off his t-shirt and continued helping me take off my own sweater until we sat there facing each other, bare chested. My eyes were drawn to his sculpted pecs with the toned muscles playing under the skin as he lifted his hand and caressed my chest slowly. His soft touch made me gasp. The feel of his strong hands on my body. For the first time in my adult life, I felt small without being uneasy about it. I felt small under his touch, and I liked it.

"You're not as innocent as you claim," Ash mumbled and stroked along the tattoo I had of a stylized woman hanging upside down in shibari, Japanese bondage.

Not even my sister knew about that tattoo, and I never imagined that anyone would understand what it really was about. But Ash understood it right away and the memory of the ropes in his bedroom flashed by.

Jesus fucking Christ. He knew exactly.

"I... think it looks beautiful," I sputtered.

Ash gave me a smirk.

"Beautiful? Is that all?"

He suddenly pinched one of my nipples hard, making me howl, but the pain morphed into a pang of pleasure cutting right through my body. I growled and pressed him back against the couch and kissed him hard and passionate, without even thinking about it. The reaction came automatically, and he let me do it. But after a short while he pulled me off him by dragging me up by the scruff of my neck and I relished in the feeling.

"I promised that we would take it easy, so I think we should ease up a bit," he smiled and placed my hands on my thighs.

Had I done something wrong? Was there some form of line I had crossed that I didn't know about? I was too riled up to understand what I had done; my usual boundaries were out the window by now and I didn't know anymore. A chilling lump of dread landed in my gut.

"I'm sorry," I said, not even knowing what I was apologizing for.

"What?" He gave me a puzzled face. "No, no, don't apologize again. It's actually for your own sake we need to slow down. Nothing else."

"What do you mean?" I asked confusedly. "I don't have any problems with–"

"I know you want to. But if we don't slow down now, I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you unconscious into this couch and I don't think you're ready for that quite yet, pretty boy."

His unbelievable bluntness left me speechless. His words made me horny beyond words but at the same time incredibly insecure. In my silly excitement I had forgotten all about the fact that Ash actually was a guy. And everything that was implied with that fact. I had never even let myself go that far in my fantasy and that made me so embarrassed that I didn't find any words.

"Your silence speaks volumes," he said with a sly smile, grazing my cheek with his hand. "But taking it slow doesn't mean hands above the cover. Just give me a couple of minutes to get my carnal side under control and–"

"Carnal side?" I couldn't help but giggle.

He grinned and winked at me.

"You obviously have no idea what you're doing to me. You make me horny. Damn fucking horny. And the fact that you like it when I'm physically dominating you is... like a fucking dream. So yeah, I'm getting carnal because of you. But as I said, lets chill a bit. We have all night."

"All night?" I blinked.

"If you want to?"

I nodded, without even reflecting on it. Silently I just sat there while his eyes wandered across my upper body. Finally, he patted my hands that rested on my thighs.

"Just sit still now, ok?" he said in a low voice.

I did as he asked me to. Because even if that carnal side of him was very alluring, I wanted to see it, I didn't know if I really dared to just yet. He wanted to take it easy and then I would let him do just that. He trailed his fingers slowly along the lines of my tattoos, like he was committing them to his own mind. He smiled fondly when he reached the shibari tattoo and continued to my nipples. With feather light touches he circled around them, making the pleasurable buzz in me slowly mount and I let out a quiet moan. He hummed in satisfaction and clasped his hand around my neck, bending me down to him. The kiss was soft and tender, his lips tasted sweet, and he licked and nibbled until I was like a puddle of lust in his arms.

"You taste so good," he murmured and kissed his way down my throat while his arms closed around my back, holding me tighter.

Electricity went through my veins when he drew his fingers up my shoulder blades and the hairs on my neck stood on end. It was getting harder by the second to just sit tight, I wanted to touch Ash, taste him, but his embrace had effectively imprisoned my arms along my sides, and I couldn't move an inch. All I could do was sit there and receive, and it was unbearable and wonderful at the same time.

Like he had read my mind, Ash shifted his position, and my arms were let loose, but before I could form a conscious thought I could feel his hands gripping my butt cheeks, pressing me up in a kneeling position, my hardening cock pressing into his chest and I gasped at the sudden feeling. I clutched at his shoulders and grinded my crotch harder against him.

"Mhm... you're so beautifully hard for me." His voice was oozing with desire, and he grabbed me harder. "You want me to do something about it?"

"Aah... I-I J-uuh..." I babbled, not getting any words out.

"I take that as a yes."