all of you but me.”
Zen claimed Braylin’s mouth in one of his deep, hungry kisses that always made Braylin’s knees wobbly.
Once he broke away, Zen stared down at him through hooded eyes. “I do believe I asked you a question.”
Braylin blinked several times, still too intoxicated by Zen’s taste and scent, his strength, to remember what the hell he was talking about.
“Oh, right.” Braylin peered up at Zen. “Sorry. I’m feeling lots better, thanks.” He’d been so tense all morning. The emotional results of the monumental life change had been catching up and he’d reached the breaking point. “I don’t think I’ll ruin our day now.”
Zen furrowed his brow. “What? That’s not what this was about. I want you relaxed for you, not so I can make love to you for the first time. There aren’t any rules when it comes to that part of our relationship. I might tease or try to seduce, but I’m not going to manipulate you to get what I want.” Zen pressed his lips to Braylin’s forehead. “I’m making sure my baby is taken care of, got it?”
Braylin leaned against Zen’s solid frame. “I do. I know I need to get better at letting go.”
Zen squeezed his shoulder. “Allow yourself the chance to get into the groove, baby. You’ve had a lot of major life changes happen at once.”
Braylin laid his hand on Zen’s chest, loving the soft skin that covered the hard planes of Zen’s amazing body.
“True. I guess I have to learn not to try and make everything happen all at once, to try and make it perfect.”
“No such thing as perfect. And you give all your cares to me, remember?”
Braylin let out a relaxed sigh. “Yes, Sir. I will.”
Zen wrapped him in an embrace, cradling the back of Braylin’s head. “Such a good boy. You’re my treasure.”
Braylin gasped as Zen scooped him up in his arms, carrying him toward the massive bed. He’d never seen one so big. The first time he’d entered the room, his eyes had gone right to the impressive piece of furniture. Then he’d noted the iron rings drilled into the mahogany wood wall headboard.
He’d almost come at the sight.
Zen gently laid him on the bed, arranging his still-damp hair so it was above his head instead of lying cold against his neck.
“Mmm…” Zen smiled down at him. “What a sight. My beautiful boy, naked and waiting for me.” Zen leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Let me get rid of this unnecessary clothing.”
Zen winked as he shucked off the sleep pants that seemed to be his indoor uniform. No shirt, no underwear, just a colorful variety of satiny bottoms that hung just right to accentuate Zen’s delectable V-line.
After Zen had tossed the pants on the chaise longue across from the bed, he made his way toward Braylin, his stride slow and sensuous, as if Braylin were prey he was stalking. Braylin couldn’t tear his gaze from Zen’s thick cock and heavy balls, swaying and bobbing as he drew closer. He’d become quite familiar with that part of Zen’s anatomy and couldn’t get enough of tasting and touching such a gorgeous dick.
And now, Zen will finally be inside me.
His butthole clenched. Zen had spent a lot of time fingering his ass and helping him discover the joys of his prostate, but damn. As much as Braylin wanted to tear up his V-card and experience what it was like to be joined with Zen, he couldn’t imagine that magnificent cock fitting inside him.
As if reading his mind, Zen said, “Going slow, baby. Not doing anything unless you want it.”
“Oh, I want it. Want you.” Braylin cleared his throat. “But going slow is also good.”
Zen leaned across him and retrieved a purple satin belt that must’ve come from one of his robes. He dragged it across Braylin’s abdomen then up to his chest, swirling it around, teasing him with the feather-like touch. Zen continued by trailing it along his torso again, barely skimming Braylin’s leaking erection before completing the journey at his feet.
Zen lifted his gaze and locked on Braylin’s. “Arms above your head.”
Braylin’s breath hitched and he did as he was told. Zen moved to the top of the mattress, and out of Braylin’s line of sight. He crossed Braylin’s wrists then tied them together with the belt. They’d already used the fur-lined cuffs that Zen attached to the iron rings, but somehow, this seemed more intimate.
The same way he felt about them fucking