 Taren sat back and studied Ian for a few seconds, biting back the urge to laugh outright. “Good sex. I’ve always gotten off on watching, being watched. You know that. Multiple partners are a non-creepy way to do that. And it’s fun.” “Really? That’s all?” When Taren nodded, Ian continued. “You spent all those years since we met being denied that?” “Ian, I had plenty before we met. I love you. I want to do things that make you happy. If I’d wanted threesomes more often so badly, I’d have said so. When was the last time I didn’t tell you what I wanted?” He leaned forward and took Ian’s hands in his own. “I will admit, I was more excited seeing Kevin touch you than I thought I’d be, that was a very pleasant surprise.” “Do you want to change our rule on fucking?” “Do you?” Taren countered. “I asked you first,” Ian said and smirked. “No. I don’t like bottoming, and I’ve got no desire to screw Kevin. I absolutely don’t want to see him take you. It drives me crazy, in the good way, watching him lick you or suck you and seeing how you respond. It’s how your body reacts that is what I want--love--to see. But if you feel differently? You’re the one in control of this situation.” “I don’t,” Ian said in a hurry. “I want to be sure you get what you want, too.” Taren gripped Ian’s hands more firmly and stood up, stepping as close as possible to Ian. “Do you know what I want, boy?” Ian dropped his gaze to Taren’s feet and smiled in that soft, almost shy way he knew stoked Taren’s fire. “Show me,” he whispered. Taren pulled Ian to his feet and let go of his hands. “Strip.” He nodded to the middle of the room. “Stand over there. We’ve kept our guest waiting long enough.” Ian was never slow to respond. He shed his clothes and stood in the middle of the room, wearing only a silver chain around his neck and his codpiece. Ian could easily get an erection with the codpiece on, but it prevented any sort of stimulation, keeping him nicely on edge with or without the addition of a plug. Tonight, Taren had chosen to leave him without the plug. The first thing on Taren’s list was nipple adornments. Holding the simple, erotic, and effective jewelry in one hand, Taren turned to Ian. “I’ll allow you to choose if I should apply your equipment before Kevin arrives, or would you like him to put them on you, or watch me?” Ian swallowed and licked his lips. He was clearly considering which scenario he’d prefer. Ian always thought everything through thoroughly. “I think I’d like you to watch whatever you’d like.” “Well then.” Taren paced around Ian and gave his rear a few quick swats. “I can get behind that.” Ian rocked onto his toes for a split second and laughed. Taren continued, “I have a few things to add.” He pulled a leather collar, ankle and wrist restraints, a Y-shaped chain from the bag, and Ian’s favorite cock and ball torture device, laying them on the bed. His final item was a leather bag. He bounced it a few times in his palm, and Ian smiled. He’d obviously recognized the sound as anal beads. “I brought both sets.” Ian raised his eyebrows. “Oh?” “You enjoyed them so much. I thought I’d give it a try.” He set the bag on the dresser, pulled a bottle of lube from their bag, and set it beside the leather bag. Methodically, he took the other items from their bag, lining everything up on the dresser. The final item was a portable restraint kit. “Give me a hand?” Taren lifted the mattress up, and Ian adjusted the restraints under one side. They repeated the task on the other side of the bed, so there were restraints on all four corners. He was in the mood for complete submission from Ian, now with Kevin, and later when they were alone. Ian picked up Taren’s phone and held it out to him. “Thank you, boy.” Taren sent his text to Kevin, telling him the room number and that they were ready. Once Kevin responded, the phone was tucked away in their bag. He motioned to the spot in the room Ian had recently vacated. “Stand there, boy.” Nodding, Ian followed Taren’s instruction. He stood, facing the door, hands clasped behind his back. Taren took their few final minutes alone, appreciating how Ian’s chest expanded and contracted and how his belly quivered. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.      
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