“Do you want to punish me, Andrew?”
Andrew jerked his hand down. He must not like his darker side, but Isaac wanted to know it better.
“It’s okay,” Isaac said, slowly retrieving Andrew’s hand to bring it up again. “I broke into your home. Why don’t you punish me for it?”
“A criminal who likes to be punished…?”
“With the right partner.”
Isaac liked to be in control too, but finding balance was a rare treat, someone he could rail against and conquer, while also feeling completely comfortable letting them dominate him.
“Go on,” he urged, spreading his legs to box Andrew between his thighs. “Punish me.”
“You’re sick.”
“I prefer eccentric.”
Andrew laughed, but it was more like an exhale of desperation. Gradually, he tightened his hold on Isaac’s neck, until Isaac had to tilt his head back to get in enough air, but never once did he believe Andrew would push things too far.
He stroked his thumb down Isaac’s pulse point. “What if…what if I told you to suck my cock?”