Dean felt Kriss harden under him and ran his hands over Kriss' soft skin. Rising back up, he could see the passion-glazed look in Kriss' eyes and the way heat rose into his cheeks, turning them a deeper shade of red. That look made Kriss seem so much younger than he really was.
“Lesson one… I’m not the only one who likes bondage.” To emphasize his point, the bonds around Kriss' wrists were drawn tighter, but not enough to hurt. The action made Kriss' back arch slightly and a soft whimper accompanied his harsh breathing.
“And lesson two?” Kriss asked breathlessly.
Dean moved until he was straddling one of Kriss' thighs and then ground his erection down on Kriss' making the denim of their jeans rub together deliciously. “It’s not Tabatha that you have a hard on for… it’s me. And it’s not
