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“Can I tell you something?” Wilder asked, gently plucking the condom out of the wrapper. He closed the space between them and lowered his hands, one brow arched. “May I?”

“Yes and yes,” Merrick rasped.

Wilder grabbed his shaft and used it to pull Merrick closer, setting the condom against the tip of his dick and rolling it down toward the root. Merrick shivered at the touch, unashamed, and he bit his lips between his teeth.

“Earlier at Rapture, when I tried to touch myself and you smacked my hand away, I wanted to take you over my knee and spank you until you were bruised in the shape of my hand.” Wilder paused, finishing his work with the condom. “How does that make you feel?”

Again, Merrick faced a hundred different questions and a thousand different answers. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, not sure what to say until Wilder spoke and narrowed down his options.

“Honesty or you can leave,” Wilder warned. “I’m a dominant bottom, Merrick. I am fully capable of fucking myself to the point of completion if that’s what I’m in the mood for, and I’m capable of doing it without assistance.”

“I think I like it.” He forced the words out, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

“And what you saw on my profile?”

“Also liked it.”

“But I have work in the morning,” Wilder said, not quite a statement but far from a question.

Merrick nodded.

Another silence, and then Wilder pushed down the waistband of his pajamas to behind his balls, revealing his thick, hard cock and heavy sac.

“I would like to lead you through my house by your dick, Merrick,” Wilder said like he was recounting his favorite movie or a meal he wanted to make. “Walk you to my bedroom, leave the lights off. What’s your favorite position? How would you want me if it were up to you?”

“I like them all.”

Wilder tightened his hold on his cock and Merrick sucked in a sharp breath, precum smearing into the reservoir tip of the condom.

“If it were up to you.”

Merrick blinked hard, looking down at Wilder’s hands, one around his own cock and one around Merrick’s. The questions from earlier hadn’t gone away. In fact, they’d somehow multiplied, procreated, grown so out of control in their number there was no way Merrick would be able to organize his thoughts long enough to pick one out to ask it. If he opened his mouth, he wouldn’t close it, and his fear of not being able to stop when he needed to terrified him.

He realized, in that moment, he wanted topleaseWilder, not just by fucking him but by being obedient, by doing what he’d been told.

“If it were up to me,” he said carefully, glancing up at the other man from behind the fan of his dark lashes. “I would want you to choose.”

CHAPTER 4

Wilder

Merrick looked like sin,with his latex-covered cock nestled in Wilder’s steady grip, his chest and throat flushed, looking like fresh red shading on his tattoos. If there was one thing Wilder was good at, it was choosing, and if that’s what Merrick wanted, Wilder would oblige him.

At least tonight.

At least one more time.

“Okay,” he agreed, taking a step back and tugging Merrick after him like his dick was a leash—just as he’d promised.

“But I need you to gag me first,” Merrick blurted, almost an afterthought, but enough to bring Wilder to a stop in the hallway.

“Pardon?”

“A gag,” Merrick said. “Please.”

“This is the only time I’ll agree to it until you explain why,” he warned. “I can tell this isn’t a kink, but something you think is a necessity.”

Merrick nodded, gratitude washing the flush from his face as Wilder tried to ignore the way his words made it sound like they were going to do this more than once.