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his buttocks and found the crinkled opening of his rim. Fine hairs curled around it. As he rubbed, Chris jerked in his grip, letting out a hoarse breath.
    “Not hearing anything, Chris. Maybe something’s got your tongue.”
    Geoff changed positions, letting go of his balls to grip his hair instead, turning Chris’s face up to his roughly enough to stoke the fire. He stopped an inch from his mouth, teased him with his breath, his other thumb coursing over his lips. He could sense Chris’s gaze on him, like being close to a flame.
    “You had fantasies like this, but you ignored them, shoved them down. Because you just weren’t sure what it meant about you. You know me, Chris. You know me down to the soul, and so you know all my corners of dark and light. If you’ve wanted me, if your dick’s gotten hard imagining us like this, then me taking over was part of it.” He curled his hands around the belt and tugged on it, letting Chris feel the binding. “Because you know it’s part of me.”
    Chris didn’t respond, but his breath remained uneven, those eyes seeking Geoff’s in the darkness. Geoff came even closer.
    “That sweet mouth,” he whispered. “I’ve thought about ramming my dick into it more times than I can count. Putting you on your knees in the kitchen and thrusting until I come so hard it spills out of your mouth.”
    “Fuck.” A bare whisper of sound, but Geoff’s lips drew back in dangerous satisfaction. The big shoulder flexed under his hand as Chris tested the bonds in involuntary reaction. “If your hands were free,” he said, low, “you’d try to pull me down, because you wonder what my mouth tastes like. You wonder what a kiss from a man feels like. Or do you? Has any other man ever tasted your mouth, Chris? What bastard had the balls to taste what was mine?”
    Chris trembled again, his arms still flexing, straining. He didn’t speak again. Geoff wondered if he could. To have a fantasy—or in Chris’s case maybe it was better to call it a hope, humbling as it was to realize he had considered this moment that way—that lived only in shadows brought to life, even in darkness, might steal words, and leave only a tumble of emotions too strong to contain except through violence or sex. Or violent sex. But this was where being a Dom came in handy. Geoff knew he couldn’t let it go that way.
    Easing his hold on Chris’s shoulder, he moved to trace Chris’s face, gentle as a mother’s touch. Geoff thought he could hear the crash of Chris’s heart like thunder. Leaning down, Geoff found Chris’s mouth with his own. Easy, rubbing, caressing, a tracing of the tongue between the parted lips. Chris’s breath touched his flesh, erratic. Geoff curved his hand around his nape, increasing the firmness of the grip as he deepened the kiss.
    He slid his other hand down Chris’s shoulder, over the biceps, enjoying the strength and beauty of the powerful arm, then down to release the belt from his wrists. He sat back, out of range. God. He knew how he’d felt when he’d first kissed Sam. Now, when he kissed Chris, he compared those two first kisses to all the others he’d ever had and realized Chris was smarter than he’d ever be. There was no comparison. Quantity could never hold its own against quality that pure.
    “Put your arms above your head,” he said.
    A long pause, and Chris did it, another shot of pure adrenaline. Geoff rode it, straddling his shoulders, sitting his bare ass between Chris’s shoulder blades as he rebound his hands with the belt. He wished his friend had a bed so he could wrap the tongue around a headboard, but he didn’t need it. Not really. Chris’s arms flexed against the binding, but he didn’t try to get away. Sliding back, Geoff ran his hand over one buttock, giving it a healthy, bruising squeeze. “You could bounce quarters off that thing, man,” he muttered.
    Chris let out a strained half chuckle. Geoff moved farther down to sit on his thighs and take