“Is that really what you want?” Thomas asked, not convinced he cared either way about what Leon wanted.
“What, you think I’m going to beg to suck you off again?” His body had gone still, but his hands stretched, testing the returned fetters. Fingertips skimmed along Grady’s arousal and froze. The fact that they didn’t pull away was almost worse. “I take it back. It’s not that you can’t get it up. You can’t get it to go back down again.”
Thomas pushed his hips forward, almost automatically, straining for more contact with Leon’s fingers. He wanted to insist that this was Leon’s fault, and Leon’s problem, but he didn’t want to reveal that Leon had somehow managed to work his way under Thomas’s skin. No doubt, Leon would figure out a way to work that fact to his advantage.
“I can think of
