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He’d lost that part of his life. That wasn’t the bitterness of old talking: now it was cool common sense. But this unexpected gift, a chance to help Paul discover his own nature, had brought him a new lease of vitality. The only thing troubling him was how far Paul wanted to delve into that inner darkness. Adam could only share his journey so far. There might come a time when their paths would diverge.

What the fuck do I do then?

Paul was the best thing to come into Adam’s life for a long time. Adam was only then starting to realize he didn’t want to lose him.

Chapter Eighteen

Paul was jittery as hell.

As the afternoon had worn on, he’d become accustomed to the plug, to the feeling of fullness. Every now and then, however, he’d move sharply, and the plug would jostle against his prostate, sending shockwaves through his body. The inclination to call Adam every foul name under the sun soon passed: Paul had chosen it, after all. He had no one to blame but himself.

Yeah, but Adam didn’t stop me, the sod.

Not that Adam had been the least bit bothered about Paul’s predicament.
He’d
spent the afternoon on his laptop, trying to come to grips with his new software. Paul had kept him supplied with coffee and snacks, doing his best to be as unobtrusive as possible: judging by the swearing and frequent sighs of exasperation, Adam wasn’t find it easy. Paul didn’t doubt for a second that Adam would master it. Adam was a fighter—that much was becoming evident.

The jitters began while he was preparing dinner. Focusing on where the knife was going while his head was filled with dark, sensual images was not the easiest task. His skin prickled each time he wondered what was going to happen. Would Adam want to play straight after dinner? Paul had a sneaking suspicion
he
was going to be the dessert. His choice of toys seemed to have pleased Adam, and the nipple clamps and cock ring didn’t strike him as too extreme. Paul could cope with them.

He hoped.

Throughout dinner he wanted to rush through the meal, but Adam took his time, praising the red wine sauce Paul had created to go with the beef dish. It always warmed him inside when Adam appreciated his efforts. When Adam had mentioned his tutor at Torquay had tried to guide him through basic cooking, it had given Paul an idea. He’d need to see if Adam was receptive and it would require careful planning, but yeah, it was doable.

“You’ve gone quiet.” Adam’s voice cut through his internal machinations. “You’re not thinking about what’s coming next.” It was a statement.

Paul hiccuped and took a drink of water. “How did you know?”

Adam smiled. “I use my senses. It’s amazing the things I can pick up on when I concentrate.” His expression grew serious. “Not so long ago I was berating all those stories about blind people having heightened senses to make up for their loss of vision. It was all lies, as far as I was concerned. But these last few days, I’ve come to realize my tutor was right. It’s all a matter of practice. And having the right incentive,” he added with a smirk.

Paul felt ten feet tall.
He’s talking about me.

As if to confirm his thoughts, Adam looked directly at him. “I’m not the easiest person to live with. I know I’ve cursed a lot this afternoon, but it’s a learning curve, like everything else. I’ll get the hang of it. What it all boils down to, is that I’m contemplating writing a book, something I thought I’d never do again in my darkest moments. I have you to thank for that.” He smiled, his expression relaxed, almost serene.

Paul gazed at Adam, warmth radiating throughout his body. “I’m glad I could help,” he said softly.

Adam pushed back his chair and stood. “Thank you for dinner. When you’ve finished the dishes, I’ll be upstairs in my room, waiting for you.”

That was all it took for Paul’s breathing to quicken, his heartbeat to accelerate.

Adam grinned. “
Now
you’re thinking about what’s coming.” He exited the kitchen, chuckling.

Paul hoped fervently he’d be the one coming.
He wouldn’t deny me my orgasm—would he?
His skin pebbled and his nipples were like bullets. Knowing Adam? Anything was possible.

He hurried through the washing-up, his mind elsewhere. The dishes dried and put away, he gave the kitchen one last check before heading up the stairs, his heart pounding. When he reached Adam’s bedroom door, he had to pause to regain his composure. He closed his eyes, trying to inject a calm he didn’t feel.

It’s just sex, like he said. It’s Adam’s way of thanking me, nothing more.

The last thought crushed him, sending his heart sinking. It was more than ‘just sex’ for him.

Paul pushed open the door to find Adam standing at the foot of the bed, naked, his hand on the wardrobe door.

“Is this a mirror?”

Paul entered the room and walked over to him. “Yes, both wardrobes have mirrored doors.”

Adam beamed. “Excellent.” He stepped back until his legs touched the bed frame. Adam sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back, one hand flat to the mattress while he stroked his cock lazily with the other. “Come over here.” Beside him on the bed were the nipple clamps, cock ring, bottle of lube, a couple of condoms—and a thin chain made of steel links, with clips at both ends.

Paul couldn’t help staring at the items. A whole afternoon to fantasize about what Adam had planned, and here the two of them were, everything real, solid…

“Paul.” Adam was smirking. “You’re not moving.”

Paul swallowed. “Yes, sir.” He walked over to stand in front of Adam, his heart still pounding.

Adam slid off the bed and moved closer. When his hands connected with Paul’s chest, he smoothed them over the T-shirt, pausing to pay special attention to his nipples. Paul shivered at the light touch that seemed to have a direct link to his dick. Adam slid his hands lower until he reached the hem of the garment. He slipped his hands under the soft cotton and stroked Paul’s belly, making the muscles there jump and quiver beneath his fingers.

“Hands up,” he whispered, before tugging the shirt up and over Paul’s head, catching it on his ears. Paul caught his breath when Adam bent his head to kiss his bare shoulders, before licking a line down to his nipple. His mouth closed around the delicate nub of flesh and Paul stifled a groan. He was so lost in the sensation that he almost missed Adam unfastening the button on his waistband and slipping a hand between the fabric and Paul’s back, to edge lower until his fingers were in Paul’s crack. Paul let out a soft cry when a single finger tapped the base of the butt plug. He felt it vibrate all the way through him, reaching down into his balls and along his cock.

“Have I mentioned already how much I like it when you don’t wear underwear?” Adam said, pausing in his torture of Paul’s nipple, now swollen and tender.

“Y-you might have done,” Paul stammered out, gasping when Adam moved to the other nipple, lapping at it before sucking it between his teeth. His breathing quickened when Adam worked it until it too was swollen and hot. He pushed back with his hips, wanting more of Adam’s touch.

“Patience,” Adam said with a chuckle. He grasped the shorts and slowly eased them over Paul’s hips, dropping to his knees to kiss Paul’s groin as it was revealed. Paul’s dick sprang free, jerking. He shuddered to feel Adam’s nose pressed into the crease where leg met groin, Adam inhaling his scent. “Fuck, you smell good here.” He lowered Paul’s shorts all the way to the floor. “Step out of them,” he instructed. When Paul complied, Adam gathered up the items of clothing and tossed them across the room. He remained on his knees, his lips inches from Paul’s stiffening cock.

Do it. Do it.
Fuck, Paul wanted that mouth on him again. Adam ignored his dick and placed his hands on Paul’s thighs, caressing them, reaching around to stroke upwards over his cheeks, kneading the flesh. Paul’s legs trembled and a shiver ran through him. He bit back his groan of disappointment when Adam rose to his feet.

“You’re not cold, are you?” He stroked over Paul’s chest, making him shudder.

“No.” Adam’s fingers were warm on his skin.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, right this minute.”

“Nervous. Curious.” He gulped. “Anxious.”

Adam slid his palm lower to meet Paul’s stiffening dick. He chuckled. “
This
doesn’t feel anxious.” His cock jerked in Adam’s hand and he chuckled again. “I think you forgot to add ‘horny’.”

Paul smothered a snort, his nerves fleeing him momentarily. “How could I be otherwise, faced with this?” He stretched out his hands but stopped. “Can I touch you?”

Adam smiled. “Be my guest.”

Paul placed his hands on Adam’s chest, stroking over the firm muscle, his fingers lingering on the hair that covered his pecs.

Adam closed his eyes with a sigh. “You have a nice touch.”

Emboldened, Paul tugged gently on the chest hair, leaning forward to press his lips to the downy covering, laying a carpet of soft kisses over the defined pecs. Adam rolled his head back, a low noise of pleasure escaping his lips, and the unexpected reaction sent heat surging through Paul. He kissed his way to Adam’s nipple, licking over it with a flat tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking it between his teeth, his fingers teasing its partner, tugging, twisting, tweaking.

“Fuck.” The softly uttered expletive and the shiver that accompanied it made Paul’s chest swell. Adam gave a grunt and seized Paul’s wrists, stopping his actions. “My turn. Face the mirror.” He released Paul and moved aside.

Paul stood in front of the mirror, regarding his reflection. His cheeks were flushed, his chest rising and falling, his dick poking up, stiff and thick.

“Have you ever had sex in front of a mirror?” Adam asked him.

“No.”

Adam stepped behind him, so close that Paul could feel his chest hair tickling Paul’s back. “Brace yourself, arms out, palms flat to the glass. Keep your eyes fixed on the mirror.”

Paul complied, staring at Adam’s reflection, eyes widening when Adam reached under his arms, the leather strap between his fingers. He was conscious of Adam’s erection, pressing against the plug. He could feel its heat.

Adam held the leather against Paul’s chest. “It can be very erotic, watching yourself being touched, fucked… ” Paul caught his breath when Adam edged the leather lower to brush it over his nipples, catching it on the nubs that stood proud. He watched its journey as Adam maneuvered it over his torso, until finally, it reached the base of his cock.

From behind him Adam chuckled. “I don’t need to see to do this.” He disappeared from sight and Paul moaned to feel Adam’s warm breath on his lower back. His arms circled Paul’s hips, his fingers slipping the leather strap under Paul’s balls and around the base of his dick. He pulled it snug and fastened it. Paul glanced down at his cock, already swollen and flushed with blood, poking out toward the mirror, stiff and aching.

Adam stood, leisurely stroking his way up Paul’s body until he was once more at his nipples. Paul couldn’t tear his gaze away as Adam rubbed over them softly with the pad of his fingers, the movement maddeningly slow. Something deep inside Paul was coiling in his gut, making him shiver. The constant rubbing caused no pain, created no pressure, but the deliberate, sensual stroking was driving him crazy, sending icy tendrils of desire and need spreading through him. Fuck, he wanted more than it could provide.

He could have screamed when Adam brought the sensual torture to a halt and his hands disappeared from view, but that knotting in his gut was back when Adam reached around him, a clamp in his hand. Paul groaned to feel that first bite of the clamp, but the sensation dulled. Adam repeated the process and when both nipples were gripped by the shiny clamps, he attached the thin chain to hang from them.

Before Paul could question Adam’s purpose, the breath died in his throat when Adam stepped around him, lowered himself down to his knees before Paul, took Paul’s rigid dick into his hot, wet mouth and proceeded to slide his shaft in and out, humming around the hard flesh.

Fuck
. Paul stared into the mirror, transfixed. Adam on his knees, his head bobbing on Paul’s cock. Adam’s hands, reaching up to stroke his belly and chest. Paul placed his hands lightly on Adam’s head, feeling each gentle movement, waves of pleasure rolling through him, from the tip of his dick along his shaft and into his balls, making them tingle. His nipples ached, hot and hard.

Adam pulled free of his cock and turned his face upward. “Look at yourself, Paul. Look at your body while you fuck my mouth. Can you see the ecstasy? Is there a bloom on your cheeks? How do you feel when you see yourself like this? Are you ashamed?” Adam’s voice was rough with desire. He licked a path along the underside of Paul’s shaft, which jerked, betraying the excitement that swelled inside him. Adam nipped at Paul’s cock, catching the soft skin with his teeth.

Paul had never felt so vulnerable, so… exposed.

Adam took the head of Paul’s dick between his lips, licking over the stretched skin, before sucking him deep again. He stroked his hands down the length of Paul’s body and around him to grab his arse, squeezing his cheeks.

Paul glanced down to stare at his hard cock glistening with saliva as it slid between Adam’s lips.
Oh, my God,
that was fucking
hot
. When Adam began to move faster, tightening his mouth around Paul’s shaft and sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing, Paul grabbed his head and pulled him in tight, his cock going deep. Fuck, the
sounds
Adam made, wet sounds, erotic as hell, sending blood surging to his dick.

When he raised his head to look in the mirror, his heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, God,” he cried out hoarsely, “Fuck, Adam, that’s… ” Paul’s chest was flushed, his cheeks pink, his fingers scrabbling for hold in Adam’s short hair.

Adam growled around his cock.

“Fuck, you look so hot on your knees, your head bobbing faster on my dick.” Paul gazed at his own reflection. “God, my eyes. My pupils are huge. And those clamps… Christ, they look amazing.” His gaze flickered down. “My cock looks… obscene. I’ve never seen it so hard, so thick.”