Kyle stared at his bottle for a second, then raised his amethyst-colored eyes to meet mine. “Exactlylike that.”
“What are you saying, Kyle?” I set my bottle down and waited for his response.
“I’m saying…you’re my best friend, someone I trust implicitly, and I want you to be the one who…makes me feel normal again, sexually. Will you? Please?”
In answer, I took the bottle from his hand and placed it beside mine.
“It would be my honor, Kyle, to share this with you. I can play as hard and rough as you want. It depends on you, and your limits. Would you like a safe word?”
“Orange.”
“Okay. Do you want to do this here? Or would you prefer something more private, say, my apartment?”
“Can we do a longer session at your apartment, and you, maybe, get me off now? I’m so close, Clint, I could burst.”
I looked over at his crotch and there was a distinct bulge.
“Are you, Mr. Rivers?” I changed the tone of my voice slightly, and that got his attention.