Chapter 5

He raised a shaking hand and placed it on Adrian’s hip. The fabric of the trousers was cool under his palm. He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over the hard length straining against the fabric. He could feel the heat radiating from it, a testament to Adrian’s desire.

 

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed his lips against the rough fabric. It was a chaste kiss, a gesture of surrender. He felt Adrian’s hand come to rest on the back of his head, his fingers tangling in Leo’s hair, a firm, possessive grip.

 

It was all the encouragement he needed.

 

He began to explore, his lips and tongue tracing the hard outline of Adrian’s cock through the fabric. He could taste the faint, salty tang of pre-come that had soaked through the material. He could hear Adrian’s breathing hitch, a low groan rumbling in his chest. The sound was a drug, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled his own desire.

 

He wanted this. He wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything.

 

He reached up with his free hand and fumbled with the button of Adrian’s trousers, his fingers clumsy with desperation. He finally managed to undo it, then slowly, reverently, pulled down the zipper.

 

Adrian’s cock sprang free, hard and thick and imposing. It was just as Leo had imagined it, and yet, so much more real. He stared at it, his mouth watering, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him.

 

“Don’t be shy, now,” Adrian said, his voice tight with desire. “You wanted this. Take it.”

 

Leo didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned forward and took the head of Adrian’s cock into his mouth. The taste was overwhelming, a salty, musky, uniquely male flavor that flooded his senses. He swirled his tongue around the tip, teasing the slit, eliciting another groan from Adrian.

 

Adrian’s hand tightened in his hair, guiding him, urging him to take more. Leo relaxed his throat and obliged, taking him deeper, until his nose was pressed against Adrian’s coarse, dark hair. He could feel Adrian’s cock pulsing in his mouth, a living, breathing thing.

 

He began to move, his head bobbing back and forth, his lips and tongue working in tandem. He had never done this before, but he had read about it, fantasized about it, and he knew what he liked. He poured all of his pent-up desire, all of his frustration, all of his submission into the act, determined to please his Master, to be the best he had ever had.

 

He could feel Adrian’s control beginning to slip. His hips began to thrust, his movements becoming more erratic, more demanding. He was fucking Leo’s mouth, using him for his pleasure, just as Leo had always wanted.

 

And Leo loved it. He loved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a vessel for Adrian’s desire. He loved the way Adrian’s hand in his hair held him in place, the way his groans filled the room, the way his cock tasted and felt in his mouth.

 

He could feel Adrian getting close, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his breathing more ragged. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it. He wanted to taste him, to swallow him, to take a part of him inside himself.

 

With a final, guttural groan, Adrian came, his hot, salty release flooding Leo’s mouth. Leo swallowed it all, his throat working, not wanting to waste a single drop.

 

He stayed there for a long moment, Adrian’s softening cock still in his mouth, his head resting against Adrian’s thigh. He felt a sense of peace, of rightness, that he had never felt before. He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

 

Finally, Adrian pulled away, tucking himself back into his trousers. He looked down at Leo, who was still kneeling on the floor, his lips swollen, his face flushed.

 

“Not bad for a first-timer,” Adrian said, his voice a low, satisfied purr. “But we’re just getting started.”

 

He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the space beside him. “Come here,” he commanded.

 

Leo scrambled to his feet, his legs unsteady, and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside Adrian, his heart pounding in his chest.

 

Adrian turned to face him, his eyes dark and serious. “You did well, Leo. You pleased me.”

 

A wave of warmth spread through Leo’s chest at the praise. He had done it. He had pleased his Master.

 

“But the night is far from over,” Adrian continued, his hand coming to rest on Leo’s thigh, his fingers tracing the strap of the harness. “You made a lot of promises. And I intend to collect on every single one of them.”

 

He leaned in, his lips brushing against Leo’s ear. “And I think,” he whispered, his voice a low, menacing promise, “it’s time I took what’s really mine.”