Spencer stared up at him, lips parted as he watched Nick’s face. Nick had to blink a few times to keep his vision clear as he gradually relaxed, gradually yielded to Spencer. This was always the moment when he couldn’t help wondering why he so rarely let other men fuck him; it was intense to the point of breathtaking, dizzying. Except most men tried to top from the bottom when they were like this. Tried to take control. Force themselves beyond where Nick was ready to take them.
Spencer didn’t move. He had some range of motion if he wanted it—he could thrust upwards if he was so inclined—but he was completely still. Even his chest barely rose and fell as he took slow, shallow breaths.
Nick eased himself lower, and let himself groan as Spencer slid deeper inside him. That cock stretched him like no other, and the slow, careful pace kept the dull burn pleasurable instead of painful.
“Oh God,” Spencer whispered. “Oh . . . Nick . . .”
Nick bit his lip. He lifted a little, then came down lower. As he took every inch of Spencer, then slowly lifted off and came back down again, restless muscles trembled in his legs, itching to ride Spencer harder. He could take him. He could take his entire cock without discomfort. He could no doubt handle deep, hard thrusts, but he liked this. He loved this. Long, smooth strokes, feeling every inch and watching Spencer twitch and shiver beneath him.
Beyond those little involuntary responses, Spencer didn’t move. Didn’t try to push himself deeper, didn’t try to alter Nick’s rhythm. He just lay there, perfectly surrendered, and let Nick ride him.
“You feel incredible,” Nick breathed.
Spencer swept his tongue across his lips. “So . . . so do you.”
Nick put his hands on Spencer’s abs and slid them upwards as he continued slowly riding him. Spencer sucked in a breath and squirmed as Nick’s hands approached his nipples, no doubt anticipating the twist and the sting, but Nick let his fingers and palms drift lightly across the hard nubs. He continued upwards, and leaned down as his hands slid along Spencer’s arms, over his elbows, up his forearms.
He was right over Spencer now, their faces just a few inches apart. His hands met the cuffs, and he kept going right over the top of them to Spencer’s hands, which were still gripping the chain like Nick had ordered.
Nick lowered his head a little more, letting his lips brush Spencer’s. “Do you trust me, Spencer?”
“Yes.” Spencer’s warm breath whispered across Nick’s lips.
“Let go.”
Spencer hesitated.
Nick nudged his fingers gently. “Let go.”
Spencer’s fingers loosened. The chain clattered quietly, and Nick clasped his fingers between Spencer’s in the same moment he pressed their lips together. He rolled his hips, not picking up any speed but changing the angle slightly, and groaned into their slow, soft kiss as Spencer’s dick pressed against that sweet spot. This so wasn’t the kind of sex Nick usually had, not even with the leather and the chains on Spencer’s wrists and ankles, but he didn’t stop. This was too good to stop.
Skin brushed across skin, drawing Nick’s attention to their joined hands. That was when he became aware he’d been running his thumb back and forth along the back of Spencer’s. A gentle, affectionate gesture, a touch just for the sake of touching, and he hadn’t even realised he’d been doing it.
He broke the kiss and lifted up a little so he could see Spencer’s eyes. “Does this feel . . .” He licked his lips. “Does this feel all right?”
“More than all right,” Spencer whispered. He closed his eyes and wriggled beneath Nick, the slight lift of his hips pressing him a little deeper inside and blurring Nick’s vision.
Nick bit back an “Oh God.” He kissed Spencer lightly, released one hand, then the other, and pushed himself upright. Holding himself up on his arms, he rode Spencer a little harder, his head spinning faster and faster every time he took all of Spencer inside him. Much more of this, he’d lose it himself, and he hadn’t teased Spencer nearly enough for that yet.
Though the blissed-out expression on Spencer’s face seemed to indicate that he was quite happy with how things were going. But he didn’t call the shots, so Nick slowed down, ground against him, and gathered a clear thought. Spencer gasped and tensed underneath him, so Nick held completely still, regardless of what it cost him. He’d be sore as hell if he drew this out, but right now, he was enjoying the tension pooling in Spencer’s body—and his own.
“Please,” Spencer begged.
Nick placed a finger on Spencer’s lips. “Grab the chains,” he whispered softly.
Spencer nodded and managed on the second attempt.
“Good.” Nick kissed him deeply again, moving just a little, just enough to see stars and feel the tension build further. “Trust me.” He kissed him more deeply, and when he broke the kiss, he shut off Spencer’s breath with a hand over his mouth and nose.