Thorne spread himself for Riley. He knew what was coming, and he was afraid he might burst into flames, but it would be a good way to go.

Riley dipped his finger into the tiramisu. But instead of smearing it on Thorne’s cock, he sucked it off his finger. “I want cock with no added flavor tonight.”

Thorne stared, not believing he’d said that.

Riley licked his cock then, little flicks of his tongue down the length of his shaft that had Thorne lifting his hips and begging for more.

“So eager,” Riley purred.

“It’s been too long.”

“Did you jerk off thinking of this?”

Thorne groaned. “God yes. I thought about you, your mouth, your cock.”

Riley grinned. Then he teased Thorne’s cockhead, pushing his tongue into the slit.

“Stop fucking teasing me.”

Riley sucked him in then, taking him deep, swallowing until his face brushed Thorne’s pubic bone. He was going to fucking come any second. Then Riley pulled back and looked at Thorne with a teasing glint in his eyes. No way was Riley going to make things easy on him.

Without speaking, Riley stood and stripped. Thorne watched, eager to see his beautiful body again. When he freed his cock it sprung up red and needy, precum beaded on the tip. Thorne longed to lick it off. It had been so long since he’d tasted Riley.

But Dash—and he was definitely Dash to Thorne now—was in charge, and that wasn’t what Dash wanted. “I want you behind the couch, bent over, hands together behind you.”

“Are you going to…?”

“Restrain you? Yes.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly. Hard and deep. You need that, don’t you?” Dash asked.

“So much. So fucking much.”

Thorne shivered when Dash wrapped the cool leather around his wrists. When he heard the click of the shackle, he couldn’t keep himself from testing their strength. He tugged hard, harder. The bracelets were locked tight. He wasn’t getting loose. “Dash? Um…Riley?”

“I’m right here.” Dash laid a hand between his shoulder blades, gently encouraging him to lie back down. “And I think Dash is the man you need right now. He’s the man who can bring you to your knees, no matter how stubborn you are. Call me anything you want, as long as you do exactly what I say.”

Thorne turned and glared at him, bristling at how much he needed to be dominated.

Dash just smiled. “You remember how this works, right? If you say red, I’ll stop and unfasten you. This is all about pleasure.”

Thorne relaxed and let himself fold in two over the back of the couch. He trusted Dash.

“Remember the first time I had you like this?”

Thorne nodded.

“You struggled. You didn’t want to submit.”

He couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought with Dash right there ready to take him, use him.

“Are you going to struggle tonight?”