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Jamie turned around, concern etched deeply on his face and his voice filled with sincerity. “But how am I supposed to not touch you, if my hands are still in front of me?”

“Uh, w-well…”

Jamie glanced at the bed, then back at Jesse, determination crossing his features. “Can you… try to loop it around one of the bars in the bedframe, over my head?”

Jesse blinked, caught off guard once more. Jamie’s request was insanely tempting, there was no denying it. The question alone sent a fresh wave of anticipation through Jesse’s insides.

But…

Jamie obligingly held his wrists out in front of him. “Please?”

Jesse swallowed hard, his imagination spiraling.

He could already picture how Jamie was lying under him, how his skin would feel beneath his lips, the scent of him filling the air, together with those strange particles that were going to float up from his skin, and the sound of Jamie’s sweet, breathless cries echoed in Jesse’s ears.

…He had to control himself.

While there was no doubt Jamie really wanted this—his eager expression made that clear—it was Jesse’s responsibility to guide him through it, to make sure things were done right.

He did not bind Jamie’s wrists.

Not yet.

Instead, he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Jamie’s lips.

“As I said, this can get… quite intense,” Jesse told him.

“No matter what, you never have to endure anything just because you think you should, or because you want to please me. If you don’t like something, or if you’re simply not sure, if you want me to slow down, or even stop, you need to tell me. ”

“Alright.”

Jesse didn’t have any safewords planned, and in the excitement of the moment, he couldn’t think any new ones up.

But the classics would work just fine. “If the leather on your wrists gets uncomfortable, or anything else does, and you’re starting to feel overwhelmed, say ‘yellow,’ and I’ll pause and give you the chance to figure yourself out.

And if you want me to stop completely, say ‘red.’ Like a traffic light. ”

“Alright,” Jamie said again. His voice was determined, and yet a touch breathless already as he stared expectantly into Jesse’s eyes.

“You could of course also just say ‘wait’ or ‘stop,’ just like you did last time,” Jesse added, and got the belt twisted into as comfortable a position as he could. “The colors are just a more… specific way to let me know you’re okay. There’s ‘green’ as well which means everything’s fine, and—”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence.

Jamie closed the gap between them and kissed him, deep and intimate, as if to silence him. “Just do it,” he whispered. “Red, yellow, green. I got it.”

…Alright.

Jesse felt the heat radiating from their bodies, the tension between them growing thick and palpable.

Jamie didn’t waste any more time. Climbing onto the bed, he laid on his back, raising his arms above his head in quiet surrender. His eyes stayed locked on Jesse’s, and his lips parted in anticipation as his chest was rising and falling with shallow breaths.

Jesse began to bind Jamie’s wrists, working as gently and carefully as he could, while still being firm enough to restrain him. And then—just as planned—he attached the last bit of the belt onto the bed, kneeling over Jamie to fasten the loop.

* * *

Jamie

‘Intense’ had been the right word.

Jamie didn’t quite understand how something as simple as a belt around his wrists could make such a big impact on what was happening, but from the very first touch, he’d been overcome.

Everything felt so incredibly good. Every motion, every trace, every single stroke of Jesse’s hand sent a thrill of pleasure through Jamie, beyond anything he had ever felt.

He found himself writhing in ecstasy at Jesse’s expert touch, as he grew steadily more worked up with every tantalizing move.

Sliding his sweatpants slowly down over his hips.

Untangling the fabric from his feet and tossing it aside.

And then tracing his hands up Jamie’s thighs as he went for the underwear.

One by one, the layers were peeled away, until he was left with nothing on—helpless in his binds and looking up at Jesse from below.

The vulnerability thrilled him.

Jesse’s fingers ran slowly up over Jamie’s stomach to linger for a while on his chest, before the man leaned over him, pressing his body close against Jamie’s.

Hot breath wafted against Jamie’s neck. And then, unexpectedly, he felt the edge of teeth trace along his skin; Jesse moving up slowly to bite, ever so gently, on his ear .

Jamie swallowed hard, a deep sensation lurching in his stomach as Jesse released his ear and left soft, featherlight kisses along his pulse as he trailed lower and lower.

His hands moved in slow, deliberate strokes, mapping out every inch of Jamie’s body as if committing it all to memory—while the muscles in Jamie’s arm quivered and twitched, pulling instinctively against the leather that bound him to the bed.

Sure and steady fingers continued to travel over him, barely grazing his skin.

Over his ribs, his sides, following the sharp curve of his hips…

Jamie sucked in a breath as his muscles tightened under the lingering touch. “J-Jesse,” he panted, arching his back without fully even meaning to, as he felt a chill travel up his spine.

The way Jesse kissed him sent a shudder through him, hot and overwhelming in the best way possible.

Jamie couldn’t help the moans that slipped from his lips.

Jesse’s breath was warm against his collarbone, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin before he bared his teeth again, biting down just hard enough to make Jamie’s hips buck up instinctively.

Dragging his lips lower, Jesse left soft, open-mouthed kisses down Jamie’s chest before his tongue flicked over one of Jamie’s nipples.

Jamie couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the shock of the wet touch, and the chill that immediately settled upon him as Jesse lifted his head to give a soft blow only made it even more pleasurable.

He arched his back once more as he moaned louder—only for Jesse to pin him back down with one firm hand on his stomach.

Jamie’s breath stuttered and his heart hammered; his mind clouded with the heat building between them.

Each kiss Jesse left, each soft, lingering touch seemed to make the air thick and heavy, like a settling fog.

Jesse’s fingers brushed over him again, more firmly now, while his mouth traveled even lower, and when Jesse pressed a kiss against Jamie’s belly, his abs clenched involuntarily.

The tension between them hummed.

But then Jesse pulled away, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, and the sudden loss of heat sent a chill over Jamie’s flushed skin.

What was he doing?

“I’d like… to try something,” Jesse murmured. Letting his fingers trace over Jamie’s inner thigh, he dragged slow, deliberate patterns that sent a fresh wave of shivers through him.

Then Jesse leaned over him once more.

Trailing kisses to his ribs.

To his stomach.

Then right below his navel.

Then came the first touch of Jesse’s lips to his tip.

Jamie gasped, his stomach tensing before Jesse’s hand moved up and came to rest over it, grounding him in a sensation that was so new, and yet so overwhelmingly good that Jamie couldn’t get enough of it.

But then… Jesse stopped.

Confused, Jamie lifted his head, his breath ragged and his heart pounding against his ribs, and found that Jesse was watching him—as if he was waiting for something.

Green , Jamie realized, barely able to think past the heat fogging his mind. Jesse was waiting for him to say it.

“G-green,” Jamie managed, his voice shaky but certain.

Jesse’s lips curled into a smile.

Jamie didn’t expect what came next.

The sudden sweep of Jesse’s tongue over his length sent Jamie’s head falling back.

A breathless moan was torn from his throat as a shock of pleasure shot through him.

It spread from deep within; running in waves across his skin and into his every nerve, over his chest, over his shoulders, rushing up his arms and into his hands and fingers.

Desperately trying to control the sensation, Jamie curled them into fists, his wrists straining against the leather.

He barely had a moment to steady himself before Jesse took him in, the warmth of his mouth hot and wet and maddening around him—growing even more intense as Jesse began to take him deeper .

Jamie’s moans filled the space between them, growing louder with every dip of Jesse’s head.

His hips moved instinctively, following Jesse’s rhythm as he worked him closer and closer, until Jamie felt like he was about to explode the very next second—

But Jesse pulled away.

Again.

Jamie gasped, an intense tingling all over his skin. Every inch of him was aching for more . He bit back a whimper, almost pleading for Jesse to continue.

But he didn’t.

He knew there was something even better waiting for him.

Jamie parted his legs as Jesse kissed his way back up; over Jamie’s stomach, his chest, until their lips met again, messy and feverish. Jamie moaned into it, the taste of himself on Jesse’s tongue and the warmth of Jesse’s body pressed flush against his making him shudder once more.

He wanted to have Jesse inside of him so badly.

“J-Jesse,” Jamie panted. “Please…”

There wasn’t much need for talking.

Not this time.