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Chapter Four

As much as Liam wanted to go directly to his room, he didn’t. Instead, keeping his gaze firmly fixed ahead, he wandered around the house, acutely aware of Zeno’s presence just two steps behind him.

Reactions were all he could have wanted and more—envious glances, heated glances, Doms reaching to pull their subs close, or subs leaning into their Doms, Liam relished them all. As he passed Adam, his friend looked closely at him, then at Zeno, and nodded slowly.

Liam didn’t acknowledge the gesture, but he felt a thrill that had been absent for a long time. Liam didn’t stop until he was outside his room. He opened the door but didn’t walk inside.

“Last chance.” Liam didn’t look around. He didn’t want Zeno to feel pressured. Nor did he want to see him walk away if he decided not to proceed.

“May I come in, Freyr?” Zeno’s voice was soft and his hand warm in the small of Liam’s back, and Liam let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d held.

“Yes.” Liam went into his room, then stepped aside for Zeno to pass before putting up a “do not disturb” sign on the door handle and then locking it. “Let’s get a little more comfortable.” Liam took off his mask and helm, then sauntered over to Zeno.

With care, he eased the elaborate headdress and mask free, stroking along Zeno’s brow where he noticed it had rubbed, chafing the skin. Liam ran his fingers through Zeno’s hair, teasing back some of the volume it had lost.

From the way Zeno closed his eyes, Liam guessed that the younger man liked head massages. Moving behind him, Liam began to knead Zeno’s skull, earning a low moan of appreciation. The sound seemed hot-wired to Liam’s cock, which tried to twitch in its confines, and Liam envisioned Zeno making that sound again, under much more intimate circumstances.

Liam took a few precious seconds to rid himself of the kilt, then resumed the massage. He couldn’t help but smile at the way Zeno unconsciously leaned back, his ass pressing against Liam’s tortured cock.

Deciding to up the ante a little, Liam moved his hands to knead Zeno’s neck and shoulders, feeling the way the muscles had tensed, and hoping to urge them to relax. His slid his hands down Zeno’s arms, then around to his chest, toying with the peaked nipples.

From there he trailed them lightly to Zeno’s hips, then to the leather encased cock. He traced its length, cupping the ball sac encased in thin leather below, absently wondering just how long Zeno had kept his cock imprisoned.

“How long?” Liam asked, feathering a fingertip the length of the taut flesh.

“Since an hour before the party. I did it to show I didn’t need a Dom, and that no one could touch.” Zeno’s voice was the right side of breathy, and Liam smiled unseen.

“Then it’s past time you had some relief. Stand and watch.” Liam stepped out from behind Zeno and stripped out of all except the shorts. Instead of removing them, he simply lowered the zipper and let his cock spring free, watching the way Zeno’s eyes widened, then darkened with desire.

Already the dark eyeshadow and mascara Zeno had painted around his hazel eyes had smudged, but it didn’t detract from his beauty.

“Come here.”

Zeno obeyed the command, and Liam released Zeno’s cock from its confines. Zeno shuddered as his dick was handled, but he didn’t speak or otherwise move. Liam stepped back to appreciate the full view. Zeno’s cock jutted out from very well trimmed brown curls. The notion of completely shaving Zeno flittered through Liam’s mind, and he filed the idea away for future consideration.

“Lie on the bed and stroke yourself. As I said, I want to take the edge off things.”

“Yes, Sir.” Zeno stretched out on the bed, leaned back against the pillows and reached for his hard cock. At the touch of his own hand, his hips jerked slightly, ready to thrust at any moment into the willing grip. Zeno started a rhythm neither fast nor hard but just enough to make it look good.

“Very nice, Zeno, I want you to make yourself feel good. But I also want you to show me how you make yourself come.”

“Yes, Sir.” Zeno turned his head to stare at Liam, who nodded.

With a gulping breath, Zeno shifted and switched hands from left to right. At the new grip a small moan escaped him, and he slid his left hand over his stomach and over his smooth chest.

“What are you thinking about?” Liam asked again, wanting to hear what was in Zeno’s mind.

“I’m thinking about you watching me.” Zeno’s breath came in short gasps. “Of you touching me, fantasizing that you like what you see.”

“That’s good.” Liam walked to the bed and kneeled close to Zeno, never breaking eye contact with the other man. “And I do like what I’m seeing.”

Zeno didn’t speak, but his skin flushed s at Liam’s revelation and he slowly closed his eyes

Liam’s mouth almost watered at the sight of pearly fluid leaking over Zeno’s hand. He watched as Zeno’s hand reached to trace over his lips.

“Tell me. What are you thinking?” Liam waited for the younger man to speak.

“Your kiss. I’m thinking about … the kiss, of how your lips felt. Whether you wanted me the way I wanted you.”