Snippet Number 7

"Get on your knees." Jim's voice was husky, thick with hunger. Blair stared at him for just a moment, then sank gracefully to the floor, his head bowing for a moment. Jim took that opportunity to stare at the graceful curve of the younger man's neck, and the hair that flowed over it. He pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants and reached down to bind Blair's wrists, securing his arms behind his back. "You know you're mine. You'll do anything I tell you to, won't you." 

Blair sighed raggedly and raised his eyes to meet Jim's, hunger arcing within him when he saw the unfocused blue staring at him with ravenous need. 

"Anything," he whispered quietly. "I'll do whatever you want...however you want it."

Jim smiled at him and rubbed his fingers through soft, thick curls. "I know you will," he said hoarsely, rubbing his swollen groin with his other hand. "And you want it like this, don't you?"

"*Yessss*" The word was hissed, full of heat.

"Then do it, Blair. Show me how devoted you are to this. Suck my cock, baby." Jim thrust his pelvis forward. He groaned softly when Blair's face nuzzled at him, rubbing and petting him through the denim he was wearing. A muted clicking noise rose around them, and the bigger man shuddered hard when he realized Blair was dragging the tab of his zipper down with his teeth.

Jim moaned softly as heat caressed him through the fly of his pants. His dick was hard and aching already, and Blair's hot breath on him was almost more than he could stand. His fingers tightened a bit on the grip of hair he had, and he rubbed his groin harder against his partner's mouth.

Blair opened his mouth wider and sucked on him through the thin cotton of his boxers, forcing a low, harsh groan from him. Teeth settled gently, carefully over him, through the cloth, rubbing very softly up his hard, ridged length.