“Either of you ever been tied up?” Will couldn’t seem to look away from Carlos’ hands, or the rope gliding over his skin. The rope looked soft, yet rough, with little threads poking out of it. Will really, really wanted to touch it, to know how— “Will!” “What?” he looked up at Carlos’ lips. Would he get to feel those on his dick? Or God, maybe Carlos would eat his ass until he screamed. Well, not when he’s glaring like that. More like beat my ass, which would be good, too. “Handcuffs,” he got out, surprising himself. He’d forgotten the question, too lost in the need rolling over in his belly, growing with each minute. “So neither one of you have been tied up.” Carlos looked past Will just as Troy pressed his naked body against Will. The delicious heat of Troy’s hard muscled chest rubbing over his back was incredible. Will whimpered and closed his eyes, letting his head drop back as Troy slid a hand around to cup Will’s dick. “Oh,” Will murmured, already feeling a shimmering sensation in his groin, a warning of a rapidly spiralling climax.
