Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

Jared tied down, whereas usually he had Casey tied to a knot.
    This was a very bad idea.
    "And how can I make sure I behave well enough?" Jared smiled at the expression on Casey's face; satisfaction and amusement, though they both knew how the night was going to end. Jared would have his way, he always did. Every time. And without a doubt he knew Casey liked it just like that.
    Casey played with the spoon, licking the ice cream from the small metal cup, and every movement of his tongue got multiplied in Jared's head. He could almost feel that tongue on himself, against his skin, against his cock. The one now growing hard and hungry, and Casey massaged his ass against Jared's hips, smiling to himself.
    Very fucking bad idea.
    "You ask nicely if you want something."
    "Don't I always?"
    "No. Usually you just tell me to roll over."
    "I do not." Oh, now Casey was just being evil. "I don't need to tell you to roll over, Case. You're perfectly capable of doing it without me asking."
    "Maybe so…" Casey shrugged and glanced at Jared. There was a wicked beam in his eyes, the chocolate brown shade turned into dark deepness and the intensity sent shivers up and down Jared's spine. Casey tilted his head, swirling his spoon in the box before bringing it up. Jared saw the lump of ice cream sliding lower towards the metallic tip before it dropped, hitting his skin below his pecs. The cold against his warm skin made his twitch, but not because of dislike. On the contrary; he tensed his muscles when Casey leaned closer, bending lower and licking the ice cream from Jared's skin. "I won't roll over this time, though."
    "No?"
    "Na-a," Casey smirked. Another drop and another lick, and Jared was close to forgetting he was even tied. Yes, he liked ice cream while served from his body, because Casey took it all in just as self-indulging as ever; slowly, enjoying the taste and the texture. His tongue was hot on Jared's skin, wet and slick, sending all kinds of nice and provoking vibes through Jared's body. And those little massaging movements he kept making with his hips were really turning into rocking, not so tender anymore.
    "But if you want something, you gotta ask nicely, remember?"
    "Uhum." Clearly all Jared could get out now as another tiny lump of ice cream splashed against his chest, straight against his right nipple. Casey stretched the impact with holding back, letting the ice cream melt some more and slide down against Jared's skin before he leaned down and licked his way higher, until his tongue reached the nipple, and he sucked it right in. The combination of cold ice cream and hot mouth colliding in his mouth, straight against Jared's nipple.
    The best bad idea ever.
    Ask nicely? Jared wasn't sure if he could ask, period. Forming words right now seemed like an impossible task, when Casey pulled back, sucking on his nipple, biting his teeth around it to stretch the tender spot before releasing. He dipped his finger in the ice cream and then drew vague lines over Jared's skin, licking his creations off after every stroke. And all the while his buttocks were grinding Jared's groin, his shaft getting rubbed real good.
    "Casey…" Just that, nothing else coming out when Casey moved to the other nipple, the box forgotten now and just the touch of wet tongue and hot mouth bringing up sensations. "Yes?"
    "Ah… nothing. Just Casey." Jared waited for the next touch, dreaded it, because he was beyond pleading. He never asked for anything, and right now, he was afraid he might be forced to do just that. There was something different about Casey. They'd played around with food before, with ropes; even occasionally did the power-switch thing which was nice but Jared could definitely live without it. But the way Casey moved was different. The way he touched Jared, the way his eyes gazed and the way his body pressed against the man beneath him. More aware, more strength, more power. More determined, more willing. Just going for it, not thinking if he could or if he even should. No holding back. Not giving a shit. And still caring so much it made Jared's heart ache.
    Casey pushed the box on the nightstand while his other hand pushed against the side of Jared's hip. Fingers spread on his skin, digging in just enough for it to be more than just a casual stroke. Jared swallowed when he saw Casey glance up at him, grinning with a devious shine in his eyes before he sank his teeth into Jared's skin, biting hard enough to leave marks lasting for