“I did. He didn’t laugh.”
“I’ll bet he didn’t,” said Curtis faintly, considering his formidable uncle. “You’ve nerve.”
His hand was running up and down Daniel’s torso, further each time. It felt like an inestimable privilege to sit here, in the dark, touching him. He let his fingers spread and they met something oddly solid. He felt it, not really thinking what he was doing, noted that it was small, round and hard, and realised that he was fondling the nipple ring just as Daniel gave a distinctly inviting purr.
“Oh,” he said, and carefully touched it again, giving it the slightest rub this time.
“Mmm.” Daniel’s back arched, pushing towards Curtis’s hand. He ran a thumb firmly over the little nub. “Mmm.”
“Is it—that is, may I—” He had no idea what he was asking, but Daniel said, throatily, “You may,” and reached up to flick open a couple of buttons. Curtis slid his hand inside the opened shirt, over Daniel’s smooth, warm skin. His fingers made direct contact with the silver ring and the erect nipple it pierced, and both of them jolted at the contact. Curtis rubbed with finger and thumb, not sure what he was doing, but thrillingly aware of the effect he was having on the other man. Daniel’s breathing was deepening, he was shifting under Curtis’s hand, and perhaps it was the shadows of the faint moonlight, but…
Curtis cursed his own mutilated state, but at least the glove concealed his ugly deformity, even if it cut off so much sensation. He leaned forward, still caressing Daniel’s chest with his left hand, and brushed the right over Daniel’s waist and further down.
Yes: Daniel was very definitely excited by what he was doing.
He began to stroke there too, through the dark material, running his hand over the hard arousal. Daniel made a whimpering noise, bucking his hips forward in invitation, and Curtis realised that his two-digit grip would be no use at all for what he wanted to do.
“Hold on,” he murmured, giving Daniel’s nipple a little pinch and eliciting a gasp of pleasure that went straight to his own groin. “Let me just—” He transferred his working hand down to Daniel’s waist, and moved the gloved right hand up to his nipple.
Daniel shook his head at the touch of leather. “Take it off.”
“What?”
“The glove.”
“It’s not a pretty sight.”
“I don’t want your aesthetic judgement,” Daniel bit out. “I want your skin.”
Curtis hesitated, but it was dark, and he wanted to touch, so much. He pulled the black leather off and dropped it to one side. The gnarled scar tissue was black in the dim light. Daniel’s elegant hand met his own mutilation, his fingers closed round Curtis’s scars, and then he guided the hand back down to his nipple.
And after all, finger and thumb were all Curtis needed for that.
He dealt with the trouser buttons, remembering with a shock as the hard cock sprang to his hand that of course the man had no drawers after that hellish night, and wrapped his good hand around Daniel’s erection. It was in proportion to the rest of him, long and slender and smooth, and he caressed it, up and down, as he worked the tight nipple and felt Daniel buck against him with an ecstasy that Curtis could hardly believe he’d created.
“Daniel,” he whispered.
Daniel’s head was thrown back, eyes shut, mouth open, spine arched. He was thrusting gently into Curtis’s hand, but allowing him to set the pace. Curtis realised that he was in control of Daniel’s responsive, willing body now, and the thought made his own cock throb almost unbearably. “Oh God, Daniel. I should have done this before. I wanted to.” And there was something else he’d wanted to do. He shifted and twisted down, keeping his hands working as best he could, till he could press his face to Daniel’s chest. So smooth, so warm, a tang of salt sweat on his lips. He found Daniel’s other nipple with his mouth and kissed it.
“You should have done this before.” Daniel gave a grunt as Curtis sucked, then licked, amazed at his own daring. “We should have done nothing else all week. Oh, yes, like that. That.”
“I wanted to touch you.” Curtis whispered the words, not sure if Daniel could hear, or was even listening. His hips were moving faster and his cock was so hard in Curtis’s hand now. “I wanted to touch you all the time. Back in my room, with that collar stud, I thought you were going to bring me off just by talking—”
Daniel gasped a laugh. “I will. Some day.”
“I want to bring you off. I want you to come because of me.”