Chapter 25
The storm burst free and cheered, triumphant, rattling windowpane glass. Raine’s eyes were warm and trusting. His tattoo shimmered over muscles, luminous, ruby and onyx.
“I want you,” Don said. “If you need me to stop you can move your hands, got it? And don’t come, but feel free to touch yourself, to keep yourself right there. Actually, you can open up those jeans and show me, okay?”
Raine moaned a little, and did as instructed, awkward with bound wrists but successful. His cock jutted out, long and graceful as the rest of him, maybe not quite matching Don’s in girth but a delicious deep color and already wet enough to drip against his fingers, leaving shining streaks.
Don had to forcibly remind himself of the current plan. Too tantalizing, so much he wanted to do. But for now—“Yeah. Do that.”
Raine whimpered, and rubbed hands against himself, the purple of his belt bright against fair skin and stardust freckles.