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asked.
    “Wanting to touch you.” Shaking his head, Simon dipped his mouth to nip at Max’s nipples, making him jump. “When did you first know that you wanted me?” Max asked him.
    Simon lifted his head, and his brow furrowed as if he was thinking about his answer. “Sometime last year. No, I remember when it was. When you came back from that trip you took with your co-worker. The one you said you weren’t dating but made you cry a few weeks later when he-”
    “I remember,” Max replied sourly. “I lied. We were dating. Sort of.”
    “I got that part. It was a complicated mess. But he made you upset and I stood outside your door, listening to you on the phone with him, hearing you cry but knowing you wouldn’t have wanted my comfort right then.” Simon shook his head. “I want to go find him and punch his face in for hurting you.”
    Max laughed. “I bet you could.” He took a breath. “And I wish that you’d have come in that night. I wouldn’t have turned you away.”
    Simon kissed his collarbone, then his sternum and down his ribs. “I’ll have to remember that the next time some asshole makes you cry.”
    “I don’t plan on there being a next time,” Max replied, rolling his eyes. Simon flicked his tongue out and Max laughed as it tickled his belly.
    “What do you think of being tied up?” Simon asked him. He moved his mouth further down, leaving a wet trail over Max’s stomach and hips with his tongue.
    “I wish I could touch you,” he answered honestly. “I’ve always wanted to run my hands through your hair, to touch your face.”
    Simon nodded. “You will.”
    “Really?” Max was ready to get his hands free. The position wasn’t uncomfortable or anything like that, but he wanted to touch Simon. An open invitation to do whatever he wanted to him would be a nice treat.
    “Yep.” Simon winked. “Tomorrow.”
    Max groaned and scowled down at him. His expression didn’t stay like that for long though as Simon opened his mouth and swallowed his cock deeply. Max gasped as he felt Simon’s nose press against his lower stomach. No one had taken all of him before. He stared down, not believing his own eyes as he watched the thin line of Simon’s lips lift a few inches before coming back down again.
    He worked Max with his tongue, the wet warmth sliding over the hard ridges of Max’s cock. Frustrated, Max shook his hands in the ties, desperately wanting to touch Simon.
    “Easy, Max,” Simon said, lifting his head. “Relax and enjoy this. You can touch me after. I promise I won’t go anywhere. Just try to trust me now.”
    Max pouted. “I want to touch you though.”
    Simon nodded. “And you will. But right now I need you to relax and just simply let yourself feel. Can you do that for me?”
    Slowly he nodded. He could. He didn’t understand Simon’s game, and he could trust him long enough to believe that if he didn’t struggle then Simon would let him go after they were done. He’d let him go anyway, though. Max didn’t believe for a moment that Simon would leave him tied up. But if he relaxed, then maybe Simon would keep going.
    After a moment Max got his wish and Simon lowered his mouth back onto to his cock. Max relaxed against the pillow and focused on the sensations Simon was causing in his body. He could do this. He didn’t have to control everything. At least in here. He smiled, thinking that maybe Simon could be right about a few things at least. He’d give the idea a chance to start off with. No reason to jump in right away. It was just a game after all.
    His hips lifted off the bed when he suddenly felt Simon’s hands cupping his balls. He looked down to see Simon swirling his tongue around the head of his cock, a big grin on his face.
    “I like your mouth on me,” Max admitted.
    Simon laughed. “I thought you might.”
    Max rolled his eyes. “Ego much?” Simon shrugged and took Max’s cock back into his mouth. Gasping, he watched Simon rise up on his