Knight moved the back of his fingers up and down Elliot’s nose, watching him inhale, a small twitch of the wide, well-cut lips. Elliot smiled at him and tilted his head to kiss Knight’s fingers.
“You will have to feed me too.”
Knight grinned, relieved to see Elliot relax somewhat. “You hungry already? You’re gonna become plump at this rate,” he said and patted Elliot’s completely flat stomach through the thick fabric. Briefly closing his eyes as he leaned closer, he breathed in the scent of soap and Elliot’s own musk, which agreed so well with Knight’s taste. “How about a drink?”
Elliot nodded. “I could use one. It’s been one hell of a day. You’re the one who wanted to fatten me up.”
Knight smirked, unable to help himself when he put the mouth of the bottle against Elliot’s lips and gently tipped it. His fingers moved to Elliot’s slender, warm nape and curled into his hair. “I did, didn’t I?”
Elliot greedily drank the alcohol, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. “You did, so you better like the effect.”
Knight put the bottle against his mouth and kissed it before taking a sip. He kept his eyes on Elliot’s and slowly rubbed the back of his hand down the skinny chest. “You couldn’t really stop being tall and narrow, could you? That’s your natural frame. It looks good on you.”
“Not as good as your wide shoulders.” Even with one eye Elliot managed to give Knight a dreamy look that sent warmth to Knight’s dick.
“My shoulders look good on you? Is that what you’re saying?” Knight teased, feeding the beer to his willing prisoner.
Elliot’s cheeks got a rosy tint, and he smiled as if the circumstances weren’t dire. “Your hands look good on me.”
Knight smirked and looked down before draining the remaining beer. “And that cock won’t stroke itself now that you’re a captive in my tower, right?” He loved just how easy it was to get all of Elliot’s attention. As if they were two batteries, and as soon as Knight slotted in, Elliot was on as well.
“It won’t. I’m at your mercy,” Elliot said, but didn’t sound displeased about it at all. In fact, it seemed that his sharp gaze softened, beckoning Knight with sweet molasses that he could drink from Elliot’s mouth.
“Damn, you’re hot.”
Elliot blew some air to push aside the bangs that fell over his eye. “Trying my best without hands, one eye left, and stuck on your hook.”
“It’s a sex hook,” Knight felt the need to add, and his mouth curved into a smile. There was something irresistibly sexy about having Elliot to willingly submit to this kind of bondage. It was a level of trust that one rarely encountered. “And you’re completely at my mercy.”
Elliot bit his lip. “I’m not getting off here any time soon, am I?” He reached for Knight’s leg with his foot.
Knight shook his head and stepped so close their bodies clashed, with Elliot’s wiggling back slightly, due to the hook holding him in place. “No. Afraid not. And what should we do about this?”
Elliot’s black eye glinted, and when his long lashes lowered, Knight leaned in anticipation of the kiss that made him curl his toes the moment his lips met Elliot’s. It started out sweet, like a lazy caress on a Sunday morning, but grew hotter and hungrier with each heartbeat. A moan left Knight’s lips when Elliot’s foot trailed up his shin, snaking its way over the back of his thigh and leaving behind intense heat. With the support provided by the hook, he managed to wrap his long leg around Knight’s hip, panting loudly from the effort.
Knight laughed and pulled up Elliot’s legs until they rested around his hips. The empty bottle dropped to the floor when Knight grabbed Elliot’s ass and squeezed the compact, hard buttocks. “You’re growing on me like ivy.”
Elliot sighed and kissed Knight once more. “I would rather cover you like moss.”
Knight smiled and pressed his nose to Elliot’s. Despite the missing eye agitating him so much, all he wanted was to provide Elliot with comfort, so he held him, slowly kissing the sweet, soft lips while his body heat transferred to Elliot as well. The poor man was far too often cold, with icy fingers, and Knight loved that feeling when they lay in bed and he could sense Elliot’s feet warming up under the sheets.
Elliot’s kisses were intoxicating. They pulled Knight in, made him forget himself in the hungry nipping, or the way Elliot’s tongue sought Knight’s so that they could entwine in a hot, slippery dance. It only made Knight want to be closer still and fill all the gaps in Elliot’s body.
“We’re overdressed,” whispered Knight eventually, rubbing his face against Elliot’s soft, smooth skin.
Elliot leaned in to the touch despite being unable to hug Knight with his arms. “I can’t exactly help you with that.”