Fear had always been an instant aphrodisiac for him… others' fear, that was. He'd been this way for as long as he could remember. Some would even say he was born this way. That part of his soul was dark from the minute he was born, and looking back at his past, and where he was right now, he would have to agree, because the spike of alarm he'd seen in James' eyes a second ago had him feeling absolutely aroused.
It was intoxicating, that breathless way James answered him, the way his eyes darted around them, searching for escape. Then there was the thick shaft throbbing against his thigh, leaving no doubt that while James knew logically, he should be terrified that he was being held against a wall by his neck, he wasn't about to fight to get free. In fact, he was rolling his hips forward to increase the friction.
With his eyes on his, he quickly unbuckled James's belt and let the ends hang loose as he began to unbutton his pants, and when he went to unzip them, he moaned,
"I can feel your pulse thudding against my hand,"
He told him as he pulled the tails of his white shirt free of his pants,
"I wonder if it'll match your throbbing dick."
He slipped his fingers behind the elastic of his tight boxers and wrapped them around his erection.
The tortured sound that ripped from James's lips at the touch had him silencing him with his own, and as soon as his mouth touched his, he opened for him, and he sank his tongue in, greedy to taste the sweetness tinged with apprehension.
James bucked forward, his hands coming off the wall, but he muscled him back, holding him in place as he continued to lick and devour every inch of his delicious mouth.
He panted as he raised his head and shook it at him. His hand stilled down his pants, and as James stared up at him with glazed eyes, he said,
"Don't. Move. Your. Hands. I won't tell you again."
James placed them back on the wall beside him, and he rewarded him with a long, hard stroke of his cock, which made his eyes shut and his teeth sink into his lower lip. He did it again, and this time, when he drew his palm back up his hard length, he dug his fingertips into the pale flesh of James' throat.
His eyes flew open, and he ground his hips against his thigh. The strangled sound that left him made him do it all again,
"There's something so beautiful about you right now,"
He said in his ear as James's breathing left him in ragged bursts, and he grazed his thumb over the wet head of his dick,
"Your bow tie on the floor, your throat red from my fingers, your pants open for my hand. And your eyes…"
He waited for, and received, exactly what he wanted… James turned his head and looked at him,
"Your eyes tell me you're about two seconds away from coming, but you're just not sure this is right."
He gave him another sure stroke, brushed his lips over his, and said,
"And you're right. This is messed up. But come for me anyway."
He slammed his mouth against his in a brutal kiss, his mouth plundering his as both his hands tightened, and James slammed his hips forward, sliding his cock through his fist.
James moaned under the assault, and he growled in response, thrilling at the honest way he responded to all the new sensations he was experiencing. It was the rush he went in search of. The high that would keep him coming back. And that was how he knew that there was no way that once with him would be enough. He wanted to drown himself in this man's essence until it was no more.
James jerked against him and he was about to bite down on his lower lip when James cursed and wrenched his head back, his eyes found his and he came all over his hand as he stood there pinned to the wall looking absolutely bewildered.
He held his gaze and cock until he was totally spent, and when he stilled, he slid the hand on his neck a little higher until he covered his Adam's apple. He removed the hand he had in his pants and brought it up to his mouth, and then he drew his tongue across his palm and licked it.
James's eyes dilated, and then he swallowed. The feel of his throat contracting against his palm made his dick throb. He ground his hips against his thigh, and James's eyes dropped to what he was doing.
"Oh damn…that was, uhh…"
When words seemed to fail him, he chuckled and released his hold on him. Then he took a step back and brushed a hand over the front of his pants. Tonight had served its purpose, and there would be time for him later. He bent down to pick up James's bow tie, and when he straightened, he noticed that James was still exactly where he was. Back to the wall, shirt undone, pants unzipped, hands exactly where he'd told him to keep them… flat against the surface behind him.
"You might want to do those up now, don't you think?"
He said, indicating his pants.
"Oh,"
He said, and then flushed as he looked down to his open dress pants. He walked forward, dangling the bow tie off his index finger in front of him. James fumbled around, tucking his shirt back in and zipping his pants. Then he buttoned up his shirt and went to reach for the tie.
He quickly snatched it back and said,
"Come here."
James lowered his hand and took a tentative step forward, and he slipped the tie around his neck and tugged him the final step closer. He kissed him hard then, slipping his tongue inside his mouth and allowing him to taste himself on him, and when he raised his head, he said,
"You're mine now."
James nodded, and then gave a shy smile that made him want to take him along with him, strip him down, and use him until he couldn't walk…but instead, he quickly tied his tie, moved to stand beside him, and took his elbow in his hand,
"Are you ready?"
James' lips were swollen, and finger marks were visible just under his collar, but he nodded nonetheless and said,
"Yes."
