Drew didn't know how to feel when Charlie latched the leash on the front of his collar. When he said he would try anything with his boyfriend, this wasn't exactly on his mind. He looked up at the black haired twink before him who smiled with his usual innocence. He leaned down and kissed Drew before tugging at the leash, making him gasp a little.
Charlie's smile broadened, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he gave the leash a gentle tug. "Come on, big guy," he said, his voice in a teasing tone.
Drew's large hands instinctively reached for the collar around his neck, feeling the snug fit, the subtle weight of Charlie's control. He rose to his feet, the leather of the leash taut between them.
They stood in the middle of Charlie's room. Posters of indie bands adorned the walls, and the afternoon light filtering through the blinds cast slanted shadows across the unmade bed.
Charlie led, and Drew followed, their steps in sync nearing the bed. With each step, Drew felt a shift in the dynamic, a subtle but undeniable change in the way they related to each other. It was exhilarating, the way Charlie took charge.
.
Drew glanced at his cute boyfriend's nakedness as he walked before him, his smooth body, the hint of muscle on his back and his ass which always drove him delirious for a bite.
They reached the bed, and Charlie turned around, his eyes locked onto Drew's. "Sit," he commanded softly, and Drew found himself obeying without hesitation.
"On the floor, on your knees, " Charlie smiled.
Fuck. He can't stop being cute even as a dom, Drew thought.
Drew gulped and took his place on the floor.
Charlie circled him, the leash looped around his hand, his gaze roaming over Drew's form. "You look good like this," he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of Drew's jaw, the curve of his shoulder. "All mine."
Drew's breath hitched as Charlie's touch lingered, his body responding, his dick hardening, warmth pulsing through him. He leaned into the touch, his own hands balling into fists at his sides, resisting the urge to take control, to flip their roles. This was Charlie's show.
Drew is not a small man. He is 6 feet tall, a rugby lad with a wide chest and shoulders. Nor is he the most believable sub. He's always been the dom top and enjoyed using his tiny boyfriend till he was a cute whimpering mess underneath him. But this new shift in roles both confused him and aroused him. On his knees and with nothing on but the collar, Drew realized his cock was fully hard and pulsing between his legs as he looked up at his equally naked boyfriend who only wore thigh high red translucent hold-ups with his smaller uncut dick out.
"Fuck Char..." moan escaped his lips as he took in all of his boyfriend, his hand running up Charlie's thigh.
Charlie leaned in and pressed his lips on Drew's.
The kiss was a dance of tongues and lips, a mingling of breaths and shared hunger. Drew's hands found their way to Charlie's waist, pulling him closer. Charlie's fingers threaded through Drew's tousled hair, tugging gently, the subtle sting making Drew moan into his mouth.
As they broke apart, breathless and grinning, Charlie stepped back, his gaze never leaving Drew's. He moved to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sat, his legs spreading in an open invitation.
