Damien… I need…” Silas’s voice trailed off, his words lost in a moan as Damien’s fingers traced the curve of his jaw, a gentle touch that belied the cruelty of his actions. Damien leaned in, his lips brushing Silas’s ear once more. Gay sex The blindfold Damien had placed over his eyes plunged him into darkness, stripping him of sight but amplifying every other sense. Feel free to comment below or email me—my inbox is always open.If you’d like to support my writing, I have a Ko-fi where even a small donation ($1!) can make a big difference. The cold metal bit into Silas’s sensitive flesh, and the suction pulled, tugging at his nipples in a rhythm that mirrored the pump’s relentless grip. Silas moaned, his body arching against the restraints, the sensations overwhelming. The game of touch had only just begun. AUTHOR’S NOTE Thank you for reading Part 2 of touché.I believe in honesty with my readers, so I won’t sugarcoat it—being a writer, especially a smut writer, in a world run by money and visibility is hard. Feel free to comment below or email me—my inbox is always open.If you’d like to support my writing, I have a Ko-fi where even a small donation ($1!) can make a big difference.
