Call me kitten (boyxboy love) ✓

10. Buttons (NSFW)

When we got out in the street Ash called for a cab and I asked if we could swing by my place so I could pick up some clothes. I had no intention of walking around in the same clothes three days in a row. But I couldn't drop the fact that Ash had grabbed my hand in front of my sister, and I told him that. He just replied that she had already figured it out at the dinner table, no harm was done according to him.

"But did you have to be that fucking obvious?" I said when we entered the elevator to my floor.

Ash pushed me against the elevator wall with his entire body. The heat from him vibrating between us and I breathed in quickly when he leaned his arms on either side of my head. His face was so close that I could feel his lips moving against my mouth when he spoke.

"I didn't have to. But I wanted to. What are you so damn afraid of?"

Those sapphire eyes were watching me closely and he was still just inches away. I had no idea now that I thought about it. And right now, it was hard to even come up with a reason, even if I had one. His proximity made my knees weak.

"I don't fucking know," I mumbled.

"Then quit being afraid."

The elevator came to a halt and the moment was over. Ash followed me to my door, but waited in the hallway while I searched through my bedroom for clean clothes and something to put them in. It hit me that I hadn't even reflected on the fact that I was spending another night at Ash's place. It had felt so natural when he had said it at the dinner table, and it was hard to hard to even comprehend that I was feeling so calm about it. Then I remembered the rest of the sentence and a shiver ran down my spine, ambivalence and excitement mingled together. I was supposed to make it up to him. Whatever that meant, I wanted to. Hastily I shoved my clothes into a plastic bag that I found crumpled in a corner and turned around to walk back.

The door to the bedroom was blocked by Ash, who was playing with a black neck-tie in his hands. Where did he get that from? It was from the coat rack, I realized. I had one hanging there in case I needed it for work. He looked me up and down and a devilish smile grazed his lips.

"Drop the bag," he said calmly.

"What?" was the only thing coming out of my mouth.

He took two steps towards me and took the bag from me and dropped in on the floor.

"I found this in the hallway," he said, holding up the tie in front of me. "So I thought why not have some fun with it?"

He took another step, and another, making me walk backwards until my knees hit the end of my bed. I was stuck between the bed and Ash, and he placed his index finger under my chin, angling my face up to him.

"Cross your wrists in front of you."

His voice was like honey. I obeyed in an instant and Ash wrapped the tie around both my wrists, finishing with a double knot. Things started to quiver inside me. He looked at me with a gaze that would have burned me to ashes and licked his lips. Then he pressed me against him with one arm around my waist and kissed me, fierce and intense. My hands were squeezed between our bodies, and I could feel both my own hardening cock and his erection press against them. My desire for him blazed up inside me and I wanted him to touch me, wanted to feel his skin, the strength of his hands. He bit my lip hard, making me moan and I grinded myself against him. If he touched my cock now I would cum in seconds. The tie was chafing, and it made me turned on and frustrated all at once.

"Please... touch me," I breathed.

"Aww, you ask so politely," Ash purred, licking the skin just beneath my earlobe and a flash of pleasure shot right down to my aching cock. "But we have a cab waiting."