My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

Turning his head to the side, Knight opened Elliot’s lips with his tongue and simultaneously pulled down the zipper of those skinny jeans that had recently become tight around Elliot’s long legs.

Elliot moaned into the kiss and arched his hips, begging for more touch. Knight was finding out he rather liked Elliot in bondage. It only contributed to the sense of being needed by him and filled Knight’s veins with excitement. He was the only one to give Elliot what he craved, the only one to give all the pleasure Elliot could wish for.

Knight was aware of his ego inflating somewhat, but how could it not when a man as hot as Elliot was so set on him?

His hand slid inside Elliot’s underwear. When the warm, damp cockhead rubbed against his palm and trailed up his wrist, he moaned into the luscious, warm mouth, sucking on Elliot’s tongue until his lips went numb.

He’d never kissed a man before Elliot, but now he wouldn’t even consider stopping. Elliot’s skin was warm, smooth after the morning shave, his tongue long enough to tease Knight’s palate with ease. He offered himself with so much dedication it made Knight want to fulfil any dream Elliot might have. The pulsing cock in Knight’s grip was long rather than thick, smooth and so sensitive that when he gently moved his hand up and down, Elliot’s entire body stirred against him.

“Can I fuck your hand?” Elliot whispered in the faintest of voices.

The question surprised Knight but didn’t displease or worry him. Sure, he’d had girls being active in sex and riding his dick. He’d even had guys fuck themselves on his cock a few times, but he’d never actually been ‘fucked’ in any way, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. But where his mind stalled, his body knew what to do. He squeezed tighter around Elliot’s dick.

“How could I refuse a Mercier?” he whispered and licked Elliot’s mouth with excitement burning his veins.

“I sure fucking hope you can’t.” Elliot kept his gaze locked with Knights when he made the first few thrusts. It was the strangest of feelings to have another man push his cock into Knight this way, and yet to have Elliot so helplessly bound in the straitjacket. Two different types of forces melting in one body. One craving to yield, the other clearly wishing to fuck Knight’s brains out.

Knight swallowed and rolled his head so that he and Elliot both looked down with their foreheads touching. Elliot savoring the moment, pushing his way between the mostly dry fingers, so when the grinding started creating a bit too much friction, Knight spat into his free hand and grabbed Elliot’s dick with it instead.

It was so new to actually pay attention to another man’s cock. Not that he didn’t notice them before, but never in such detail. Jerking off his partner had always been an afterthought for Knight, but now that he could sense Elliot move on his own, it added another layer to sensation as the cock thrust through the damp digits, creating a hot, overwhelming feeling that was already climbing up Knight’s arm.

“You ever fucked another guy? You know, his ass.”

Elliot’s forehead felt even warmer than Knight’s, and when he frowned, Knight could sense his skin and muscle moving against him. “Only a few times. I guess it’s more my nature to spread my legs for the guy I like. But it was hot too.”

Knight exhaled, briefly closing his eyes and petting Elliot’s shoulder. Elliot’s cockhead emerged from between his thumb and index finger in a particularly hard thrust, and the fuzzy balls slapping against the side of Knight’s hand made his toes curl yet again. He watched Elliot’s hips move, cock barely visible because of the long straitjacket, and he found himself unable to look away, excited by this new experience.

“Oh, damn.”

“I liked to rim him first.” The seduction in Elliot’s eye made Knight glad that there was only one, because he wasn’t sure how he could handle Elliot looking at him that way with two of those coals. Elliot’s voice wove itself into the fabric of Knight’s sexual fantasies, invading them with those new ideas.

Knight choked out a moan and slowly twisted his hand around the stiff shaft that kept pushing through his fingers, making him both uneasy and exhilarated. “Yeah? You like licking a guy’s asshole?”

Elliot nodded and pulled on Knight’s lip with his teeth. “You know I’m a naughty boy.”

Knight practically choked on air as he gave Elliot a fast, deep kiss. Then his knees softened, and he slid down to face Elliot’s dick. It twitched in his grip, the tip damp with precum oozing out of the small hole making the smooth cockhead look like hard candy.

Warmth filled Knight’s head and prickled his cheeks as he watched, completely breathless. Elliot uttered a gasp, but Knight didn’t dare look back at him yet. He’d never really felt like sucking a guy off before. It seemed too much like submitting, and that didn’t align with how he identified. With Elliot though? In the straitjacket and strapped to the hook, Elliot had no control of the situation while Knight had it all. It felt safe to wonder how Elliot’s dick would taste if he took it into his mouth. He wanted to feel it slide in and watch the slender body above him writhe with desire only Knight could satisfy.