Playing with Fire and Enjoying the Burn

"Good work, you two," Murphy said to us as we walked out the precinct door. "I'll send the check later this week."

I smiled at Murphy, feeling a gigantic weight lift off my shoulders with the capture of a man who had been stalking and killing young women over the last two months. One glance at Bob, who was right beside me as we left--and who had been right beside me, with me, during the whole ordeal of tracking this guy down--told me that he was pleased with Murphy's modest approval of us. We'd used some spellwork to find the guy, and some more spellwork (mostly Bob's) to contain him until the police arrived. It had been good work, and it wasn't hard to admit that Bob and I made a hell of a team.

The minute we were outside the precinct building, I grabbed Bob's hand in my own. "Let's go home, Bob."

He arched a brow at me, but his hand tightened around mine as we walked to the Jeep in the dark. "Why so anxious, all of a sudden?"

"Can't I just want to go home, eat dinner, curl up on the couch with you?"

He didn't even blink, the bastard. "You're scheming. I know that smile, Harry Dresden, and don't think for a minute you can fool me." He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I know every inch of you, dear boy. Body and mind."

He didn't know it at the time, but he'd fallen right into my trap. I had plans for tonight, and it involved Bob discovering something about me that just might deliver a bit of a shock.

"Fine," I said sweetly as I reached to open the passenger door for him. "Then we'll go home, have dinner, and go about our own business."

Bob glared at me, his attention focused on my face and not on my hands. I took that opportunity to shove him against car door and press my mouth to his. His lips parted in invitation automatically, and I nibbled on his lower lip before touching his tongue with mine. Bob grunted and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer to him, against him. I kissed him slow and deep, hands cupping his ass. Wrapped in the warmth of his skin and the smell of him, I felt the remaining bits of tension that had made my body ache simply bleed away.

"Harry." His voice was a whisper against my mouth.

"Hmm?"

His lips left mine and slid along my cheek as one hand massaged the back of my neck. "We're very much out in the open here."

I pulled back and shot him a sad look. "But I want to make out."

He chuckled quietly. "We can do that at home, love."

I bumped my hips against his, getting a moan in response. "We can do all kinds of things at home, not just make out."

Blunt teeth caught my earlobe, making my thoughts stutter. "I think I'd like a night in, you and me on the couch, kissing each other until we're breathless."

"Absolutely." I pushed away from him, reluctantly. The pressure of his body had sent gentle quivers through me, and now, with the cool night air between us, I felt oddly empty. The need to have him back in my arms was urgent, so I nudged him away from the car door so I could open it for him, then scrambled around the Jeep and practically dove into the driver's seat. We needed to get home so we could have dinner, relax, and make out on the couch.

But that's as far as I was willing to give him a plan he thought he was in control of, because I already had some thoughts on the way this evening was going to go.

We were silent for a few minutes, wrapped up in our own thoughts. I couldn't be completely sure of what Bob was pondering, but I was most definitely back at home, with him, on our lumpy sofa, our bodies smashed together as we're kissing. All kinds of kisses--soft, gentle, hard, fast, chaste, dirty, dry, wet, but all of them involving that man's lips on mine.

A loud horn knocked me right out of my happy little world, and Bob laughed at me. "You might want to watch where you're going. I don't fancy being killed in a car accident any time soon, Harry."

I grimaced and braced my hands on the wheel, eyes scanning the roads almost obsessively. "Sorry."

Another laugh, this one deeper, richer, and I felt his fingers brush through my hair. "Quite all right, Harry. You looked rather happy, wherever your mind took you."

"Home," I replied slowly, "with you. That's where my mind always takes me."

"Aren't you sweet." Bob tugged one of my hands off the wheel after I negotiated a corner just around the block from our apartment.

He raised my hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to my knuckles. Another kiss, followed by yet another, and then those warm, soft lips were replaced with a hot, moist tongue that had me jumping in my seat and fighting to maintain control of the Jeep. "Jesus, Bob, a little warning might be nice!"

"Am I distracting you?"

I had enough dignity to snort at him. "Hmm, let me think on that one, Bob. That's a tough question, seeing as how I nearly drove us into that lamppost."

Bob took my sarcasm in stride, saying nothing. He turned my hand over, and I let him do so because I didn't want him to stop, despite my protests. More kisses, on my palm and the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. These were feather-light, enough to drive me crazy but not enough to startle, and I instantly relaxed. I maneuvered the Jeep into a parking spot across the street from our building and turned to him, a goofy grin on my face. "Inside, now."

His pale eyes narrowed playfully. "I don't remember telling you I was in the mood for orders, Dresden. Let's try that again, shall we, except this time...ask, and ask nicely. I'll comply if I choose to."

Bob is a control freak, but a subtle one. He doesn't try to control me (unless I ask), just the world around him. He was playing with me now, but there was this miniscule part of me that knew Bob was not a man to be toyed with if he wasn't in the mood for it. A rush of adrenaline hit me square in the gut, and thoughts of plans for later wormed their way in, making my breath hitch.

That little quiver of air didn't go unnoticed by Bob, so I made with a hasty reply. "Aw, be nice, Bob. I was just playing with you."

"I know."

And dammit all to Hell if he wasn't using that voice that twisted my stomach into knots and sent heat straight to my cock. So I just batted my eyelashes at him, gave a pout, and tugged on his arm. "Please come inside with me? I'll make it worth your while, ten times over."

He shot me a crooked little smile. "Well, if you put it that way-" and then he was out the door and coming around the side of the Jeep just as I was pulling on the handle of the driver side door. Guy moved like a cat, and he moved fast, when he wanted to. A pale hand caught the edge of the door and flung it open, while another pale hand gripped my arm and practically drug me out of the vehicle. A hard shove sent me away from the Jeep, the sound of a door slamming rung in my ears, and then another shove sent my back against the now-closed door.

It happened in a matter of seconds, and before I could right my thoughts enough to know just what in the name of Zeus had happened, Bob was pressed against me, much like we had been outside the police precinct, except it was his hands on my ass, strong fingers kneading flesh through my jeans, and in turn, making me hard.

"Bob, what the-"

His lips silenced me, his tongue sought mine, and all coherent thought left the building as he pressed into, on, and over me, despite the fact that I'm taller than him. Dominance often has very little to do with physical size and much more about attitude and confidence, and Bob had both in spades. Physical stature be damned, this man could walk into any room and have everyone looking at him. Absolutely stunning, beauty-wise, he was not (except to me, and maybe Murphy, who I think had a little bit of a crush on him), physically imposing he would never be, but Bob had presence. And if you didn't turn into a boneless puddle when he locked those green eyes on you, then you either weren't human or you were simply too damn ignorant to realize exactly who--and what--was staring you down.

Teeth caught my lower lip, tugging, and then the kiss turned erotically dirty. His tongue fucked my mouth as expertly as his cock was capable of fucking my ass, and I was quickly losing my grip on my control and my sense of reality. I ran my hands up and down his back, clinging to him, wanting to rip his belt off, rid him of his jacket and shirt, and just feel his skin. But he didn't let go of my ass, fingers gripping and pulling, clothed cock brushing mine. I moaned into his mouth, willingly giving myself over to him, and he snapped his hips against mine, making me tremble.

So much for useful brain cells. I heard millions of the little bastards die as my body nearly overheated from the onslaught that is Bob. It was a good death, an honorable death, and I would willingly sacrifice millions more to the cause if it resulted in me getting more of this.

And then his lips and body were gone, as fast as they had come, and I was gripping and kissing empty space. He was a few feet away, examining me with lust-filled eyes, lips swollen and begging for more. I reached for him, grunting in displeasure at how abruptly he'd stopped, but he shied away from me, pulling a key ring from his pants pocket and heading across the street. And I followed, rat to his Pied Piper. Or maybe whore to his pimp. I wasn't completely sure.

I had to hurry to catch up with him, because he was already in the doorway as I broke into a full-out run. He'd blindsided me out in the street. It was my turn.

He was already peeling off his jacket when I shut the door behind me, leaning against the chilled wood and glass. Bob turned at the sound, but the look he gave me was of genuinely mild interest, and nothing more. I took it in stride, secretly thinking that he wouldn't be so cool and collected in a little while. When I didn't move from the door, he gave a weary sigh and hung his jacket up on the coat rack, leaving him in black slacks and black shirt. I briefly recalled joking with him this morning, giving him the "You look like you're going to a funeral" line. He'd only smiled at me and left the room. I'd seen that same beautifully dangerous smile make bad guys go weak in the knees, so just imagine what it did to me.

"Bob."

"Yes, Harry?" More fake exasperation.

"You're a tease." My voice came out a little more breathless then I had wanted, but I managed to keep a quiet growl there as well.

"Thank you for that enlightening statement. Any other tidbits of wisdom you care to share with me?"

Oh, snarky Bob had reared his head. Lucky for me, I had experience in this area. "Fine, get sarcastic with me." I shucked off my jacket and hung it beside his, then brushed by him on my way to the kitchen. "No sex for you."

"Is that a threat?" he asked lightly as he followed me down the hallway. "Because if it is, it isn't much of one."

"How so?" I rounded the corner and headed for the refrigerator.

He still followed, close enough for me to feel him pass by as he took a seat at the kitchen table. "Harry, you can't say no to me."

I spun around and saw a smug little smile on his face, his eyes alight with mischief. Oh Bob, you are good. But I've got something better, and I was staking some of my pride and potential, if very limited, sexual prowess on the box I had hidden upstairs. So I settled for cocking an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

Bob watched me grab a carton of Chinese leftovers from the fridge and pulled a face, so I took out a plate of sandwiches I had made earlier in the day and set it in front of him. He went through the normal motions of spreading a napkin on his lap, then accepted the bottle of water I offered to him. "Harry, can you recall one time you've said no to me?"

"Yeah, this morning. I think I remember saying, 'No, Bob, we'd better put the Lorenzo file in the cabinet, in case we lose it.' "

I waited for him to finish the bite of turkey sandwich he was chewing before he answered with a brief roll of his eyes. "I was referring strictly to our sex life."

I stayed standing and ate the vegetable lo mein cold, since every microwave I've ever owned has met its demise in a flash of blue sparks and a bit of flame. It wasn't bad, and it took the edge off my hunger. "Since when aren't you referring to our sex life?"

He smiled at that and polished off one half of a sandwich, reaching for the other half as he replied, "I am simply saying that your threat of no sex tonight is empty, at best." He leaned over the table, eyes swiftly darkening, and continued as I wolfed down the food. "You will never be able to tell me no, Harry Dresden."

I snorted into the carton, flicking my eyes up to see a look on his face that sent shivers up my spine. First snarky Bob, and this time it was fuck-me-now Bob. Separately, they were powerful. Together, it was a duo that always managed to convince me into...things.

I summoned up as much bravado as I could and stared him down. We were like that for a few moments, my mind racing as I contemplated every item in that box hidden upstairs, and the silent contest of wills was broken when I gave a small chuckle. I tossed the now empty carton into the trash can and watched him give me a look of pure curiosity. I'd peaked his interest with my little laugh, and now I was betting on the fact that he was as horny as I was and would wonder just what I'd been thinking about. I walked around the table, kissed him briefly, then said in his ear, "I'm going to clean up the office, love."

I chanced a glance back at him as I left the kitchen. He was still eating, but there was something methodical and mundane about it, as if he were eating simply to feed his hunger and for nothing else. Pale green eyes locked with mine, and I winked at him before disappearing down the hallway. The slightly astonished look on his face, even as well as he managed to cover it as quickly as it appeared, was my one cue.

And if everything worked out the way I planned, Bob was going to be seeing a very different side of me, one that I hoped would make a lasting impression.

Remember how I said dominance, with Bob, is about presence? It's the same in the bedroom as well. Bob takes the helm, and I follow along, a willing participant in whatever he chooses. I have no problems with this, but lately, I'd begun thinking about ways to surprise Bob. It's not that the sex isn't hot, it's not that he doesn't please me or vice versa. He's assured me many times that I am more than capable of making him go nonverbal, and we both know he can make me horny with a fucking glance.

But, just once, I wanted to be the one with presence. And I'd thought long and hard about what exactly might help me turn the tables a bit, and give Bob a bit of shock, the good kind. I'd remembered a comment Bob had made about one of the men in Murphy's precinct, a low-grade detective who had been in full dress uniform for a cadet graduation. Bob had looked at him approvingly, and I had watched him watching the detective. There was no intention of checking out the guy; Bob had been looking at the uniform, and rather intently at that. Cue the thousand-watt spotlight.

If it was a man in uniform that had caught Bob's eye, then a man in uniform he'd get. Along with a few other choice things I'd picked out with Bob in mind. There was only one thing with a looming question mark hovering over it, but I figured by the time I got around to it, Bob would be hot and bothered and probably wouldn't need much gentle convincing. Probably. I was heading into unmarked territory here, and as much as I love Bob, as well as I know him, there were still certain things that were a bit ambiguous. If this failed, then at least the worst I'd suffer would be his endless teasing for a few good weeks.

I reached the office and started straightening files, shuffling around papers, and generally making a pest of myself because I was surely messing up Bob's intricate organization system. I turned to face the bookcase and slammed my knee into the desk.

"Damn!"

Bob peeked around the corner with a concerned expression on his face. "All right, Harry?"

I rubbed my now throbbing knee and grinned. "Yeah, fine. Stupid desk."

He laughed quietly and walked over to me, eyes wide as he saw what I had done to the stacks of papers on the desk. "Harry, please tell me you didn't move all these papers around."

I bit my lower lip and grimaced. "Um, maybe."

Bob heaved an overly dramatic sigh and came around the desk to stand beside me. "Remember me telling you not to touch these stacks?"

"Um, maybe."

His lips pursed, and he faced me. Hands ran down my arms and linked our fingers together, pulling our bodies closer. "Bad boy."

I felt an electric shock snap up my spine, and I barely registered his hands on either side of my face as he brought my lips down on his. As sweet and gentle as he was kissing me now, I could feel an urgency, raw and demanding and screaming for release, just beyond the tenderness.

I held him close, and as the kiss broke off, I murmured to him, "I love us like this."

"How's that?" His voice was no louder than mine.

I ran my hands over his face, bringing his eyes up to mine. "This close, this gentle." I dropped a kiss on his lips, and then pulled back, smiling.

I got a smile in return before he replied, "I agree." I watched his eyes darken a little more than just minutes ago at the kitchen table. "What about all those times when things aren't so gentle, even if we're still close?"

"Even better. Wanna know why?" Pulling back as slowly as I could, willing myself to make the moment last, I gave him my best "come and find out" look, but said nothing. I simply dislodged myself from his embrace and headed for the stairs.

I didn't look back, I didn't pause on my way up to the loft, and I didn't even look down as I heard his footsteps following me up. They were cautious steps, as if he wasn't completely sure of what was going on--which was exactly what I wanted. I sought out the strip of black satin I'd hidden in the pocket of my duster, which was hanging on a nearby hook. I wound the strip around my left hand and put both hands behind my back as I saw a white head of hair breach the stairs. His eyes slid up my body, looking for a sign of tension or failing nerves, and I guess he found none because he came toward me, suspicious curiosity making green eyes twinkle.

"Turn around, Bob."

I had mentally prepared for any combination of exasperation, disbelief, and hesitance on his part. Instead, what I got was a low, velvet chuckle and a turn of Bob's body. His back to me, I froze, my bravado and confidence in my plan wilting suddenly. Doubt had crept into my mind like a grey mist, and all my assuredness that this would work had me stopping cold before I had even started.

"Harry?" It was a gentle inquiry, nothing more. He shifted slightly to look at me. "Everything all right?"

I bit the bullet and stepped up to him, pressing my chest into his back as I laced one arm around his waist. "I'm fine, Bob. I just want this to work out for us both."

"No need to fret, my boy. I'm not."

I bent my head and placed a kiss on the back of his neck as I brought my left hand around us, letting the bit of satin unravel from around my fist. The black sheen of it against Bob's pale skin sent a shiver through me. Bob felt the cloth touch his face, and I heard him suck in a harsh breath.

"Oh, Harry."

The deep-seated lust and awe in his voice penetrated my eardrums, traveled to my brain, and then shot straight down to my cock. I fought not to groan as he pressed back against me. One hand captured the wrist holding the satin strip while his other hand grabbed the loose end and helped me to bring it around his eyes.

Together we tied the satin at the back of his head and once that was done, he immediately turned in my arms. Without being able to see his eyes, one of the most telling (or not so telling) features of his face, I found myself at a bit of a loss again. This had all seemed great when I'd thought about it a few weeks ago, but dreams and reality don't often intermix. The only proof I had that the real and the subconscious could mix was standing right in front of me, dressed in black, temporary and willingly blind, and smelling like a mix of spice and warm flesh and a hint of sweat. I rested my head on his shoulder so I could nuzzle his neck. His arms wrapped around me, tugging me all the more closer to him.

"Harry, this is...intensely erotic." Bob's voice quavered ever so slightly, and I sucked the skin of his neck while I hugged him to me.

"That was kinda the point, Bob," I said against his ear. "And I'm just getting warmed up."

"Wonderful." The word came out as a sexy purr, full of anticipation, and I seriously considered abandoning the plan and letting him fuck me into the mattress, despite my threat from earlier. Steady on, old chap. Don't jump ship now, not when it's just getting good.

"I've got this whole plan, you see," I whispered to him between bites and licks on his neck. "And it involves many elements. But there is one key piece that I'm missing."

There was just silence, save for a quiet moan that escaped his lips as I ran my tongue over his Adam's apple, and eventually he said in a rough voice, "Am I that missing piece, dear boy?"

"That, and your permission to let me...play around a bit."

His head tipped back and allowed me more skin to explore as my fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt. I was in a very single-track mindset by now, spurred on by his silent offering. But I needed to hear him say it, for many reasons--I needed his permission, his trust, his love, and not just now, not just tonight.

I yanked his head down and kissed him passionately, enthralled by the way his lips fell open in invitation to mine. I gave his blindfold a playful yank as his teeth sank into my bottom lip. I groaned into his mouth and drove us backwards, aiming for the bed. He let me steer him across the floor, and a gentle shove sent him sprawling. All laid out like that, shirt half unbuttoned, face flushed, lips pink and twisted up in a flirty, pleased smile, that strip of black satin over his eyes like the last bit of night sky before sunrise, Bob was telling me, again, that I had his permission.

"You do what you will, Harry," he nearly growled at me. Even blindfolded, it felt like he was staring right at me. His words certainly had a similar impact. All the air left my lungs in a heady rush, and I felt fire stoke low in my stomach. My mind briefly flitted over the image of the can of whipped cream downstairs in the refrigerator because my body was screaming want to eat him alive, but I shoved that aside as I crawled onto the bed and settled beside him.

I undid the last of the buttons on his shirt and trailed my fingers over his chest. Bob gasped as I followed my fingers with lips and tongue, keeping it sweet and gentle and not the least bit demanding. The writhing, moaning, sweating, and bucking would come later. Right now, I wanted to do this for him, for us. He was such an attentive lover, and even when I was tied up and calling his name like a siren's song, his attention was on me, always getting pleasure after me. It was far past time for that table to be turned.

"Gods, Bob, you have no idea what you look like right now."

"It's apparently enough to make you sound like that." His breath hitched as I caught one nipple in my teeth, twisting it ever-so-slightly. Another gasp, then a moan, followed by a whisper of my name. I wanted to take possession of him and his body, make him ask for things he had yet to, but I willed myself back into the land of patience. That's what makes it good, I reminded myself. Slow and easy.

I let go of that tender bit of flesh, hands soothing his chest as his fingers dug into my scalp. His face was drawn tight in pleasure, and I was betting his green eyes were shadowed in lust. Climbing over him, I braced myself on my hands and bent down to capture his mouth in another kiss. Just as his tongue touched mine, I reluctantly broke from him. "I've got a surprise for you, Bob."

"Another one? I love surprises, Harry," he growled at me. "Do I get to take this blindfold off?"

"Soon," I purred back. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

His hands grabbed my shoulders, keeping me from moving. "Mmm, Harry," he said, following that up with a snap of his hips against mine.

I moaned low in my throat, easing myself down over him. "Patience."

"Such things wane quickly, Harry."

"Shhh, Bob, just...please."

The pleading tone in my voice made him still. "For you, love, anything."

I nipped at his neck before pulling him up by his arms and ridding him of his shirt. That was tossed aside before I left him and the bed for the box I'd hidden in the closet. Bob rarely went in the closet, preferring to keep most of his clothes folded in the bureau. And he definitely never ventured toward the back of the closet, where I'd rather cleverly disguised the box to look like just another mess I'd never taken the time to clean up. A slob I am not, but I knew Bob would never go near such a disorganized pile of stuff.

It took me only a few minutes to get everything ready, and when all was set to go, I climbed back onto the bed, straddled his hips, and held his head up with one hand while I undid his blindfold with the other.

Bob blinked a few times before his eyes got used to the dim candlelight, and his face registered several emotions at once when he caught sight of me straddling him in a cop's uniform, complete with handcuffs and nightstick.

Bob reached out to me, brushing his fingers over the buttons on my dark blue cop's shirt. He swallowed hard a few times before finding his voice and saying in a hushed tone, "Harry, you have really outdone yourself this time."

"I try," I said in reply, watching his eyes go black. A jolt of pure need smacked me square in the groin, stealing my breath. "So am I to assume that this is to your liking?"

"My dear boy." Words dripped from his lips with a razor sharp edge of the deepest, most carnal of desires. "I have no words for this."

"Then shut up, Bob," I snapped at him, pushing myself to fall into a more dominant role. That was the plan, after all. He registered the change of gears almost immediately, and when he realized what I was doing, the tiniest hint of a pleased smirk made his lips twitch.

I reached for the handcuffs at my side, and Bob's eyes followed that movement. "I'll behave from hereon out, Harry."

"Good." I just about ripped the cuffs from the leather strap holding them onto the uniform and dangled them over his chest, letting the cold metal brush one nipple. He gasped and thrust up against me. I gave him a deadly glare. "What was that about behaving yourself?"

His fingers danced over mine as I bumped the cuffs against his chest again. "My apologies. It won't happen again."

I knew I was playing with fire here, turning the game around on the master, but he was letting me do this. And from the look in his eyes, Bob wanted this. It was a struggle, but I managed to keep my voice steady and even as I replied, "Make sure you don't."

And I cuffed one of his hands to the bedpost.

Surprise made his eyes widen just a tad, but the moan I got in response to my action made me tremble. "Harry. Gods, Harry."

I didn't respond with words, only with a sinister chuckle that had his eyes rolling back in his head. I grabbed his other hand and snapped the handcuff closed over it, restraining that arm as well to the headboard of the bed. I jerked on the restraint experimentally, making sure Bob couldn't somehow worm his way out of the handcuffs without magic...because if he used magic, I would have to make damn well sure I spell-proofed the next set of handcuffs. "I think I deserve some payback," I replied in a low purr. "You are the one who made the mistake of saying you thought cops were hot."

"I said no such thing," came the huffy, albeit strained, response. "I merely mentioned that the one detective in Ms. Murphy's unit is rather-"

"Hot."

"To use your own simple phrasing, yes."

"He was in full dress uniform when you saw him, Bob."

He glared up at me, giving me a death stare for all he was worth, since he was half-naked and cuffed to our bed, spread out beneath me. I returned the look, trying so hard not to crack a smile, then tugged the nightstick--long, black, and thin-- out from its leather loop and smacked my own palm lightly with it.

"Don't make me use this, Bob." I touched the blunt end of the stick to his knee, pushing his legs apart. "You're not behaving yourself, again."

The heat in his eyes nearly made me fumble the nightstick, and when he whispered, "So punish me, love," I let out a small whimper. I couldn't help it. If he heard me, Bob made no sign that he had. His chest was heaving, and it was obvious that he was sporting a rather painful erection. I put the nightstick beside him and reached for the clasp on his slacks. I took my time, letting my fingers brush over the skin on his abdomen as I undid the button, then the zipper. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of both the pants and his underwear, and slid the two down over his hips and off his body, flinging them to the floor. A little tugging and some help from Bob as he shifted his lower body up enough for me to free him of the rest of his clothes, and then he was naked. Naked and handcuffed to the bed and begging for more, his half-formed pleas lighting my body on fire.

"You know this isn't just a nightstick, right?" I asked in a darkly playful voice as I palmed the thing. "I mean, it looks like a nightstick, but I had other ideas in mind when it came down to designing this little getup for you."

He turned those endlessly black eyes on me, licked his lips, then replied, "I wouldn't have expected anything less from you, Harry. I knew there would be a time when you would put that wonderful mind of yours into overdrive and come up with something like this."

"Glad I didn't disappoint." I bent over him and pressed kisses to his chest and belly, marking him in all the spots I knew would make him keen and cry out, but I didn't touch him with my hands or press into him any more than I needed to. Too much Bob-touching would lead me to notice the sorry state my own cock was in, and I didn't want to get there. Yet.

So I instead righted myself and made sure he was watching. A flick of my wrist on the handle of the nightstick, and out popped something black, curved, and designed to fit Bob in the most intimate of ways. I looked down at him and raised one eyebrow, my mouth twisted up into what I hoped was a devious smile. Slowly, his eyes flickered between mine and the toy in my hand, and I saw him swallow hard.

"Do I still have your permission, dear Hrothbert?"

Bob's lips parted and he sucked in a few deep, trembling breaths before he whispered, "Yes. God yes, Harry." His leg nudged mine, setting me off balance a bit, and I let the force of it carry me down over him. He clamped his legs on the outside of mine, trapping me over his body, and he said in a voice that all but forced me to touch him, despite my reservations, "Fuck me with that thing, Harry. Fuck me with that little toy you picked out with me in mind. Make me scream for you, Harry, make me beg."

His words sent me into a mindless haze of lust, and I kissed him, hard and brutal and punishing, tongue invading his mouth, teeth staking their claim on his bottom lip. He moaned and bucked against me, rattling the chains of the cuffs and, consequently, the headboard of the bed. Bob wanted hard and fast, I wanted to give him hard and fast. I wanted to watch him fly apart, split at the seams, and lose all that quick wit and old-world charm in the face of raw, carnal desire and need.

"Well, only because you asked," I purred as I withdrew from him enough to find the lube in the nightstand drawer. His eyes never left my hands as he watched me coat the toy with lube. I motioned to him with one hand, and he automatically brought his legs up and bent them at the knee while spreading them apart, opening himself up to me. It looked rather painful, the position he was in, so I zapped the cuffs with a bit of magic, and his arms fell heavily at his sides.

"You didn't have to do that, Harry." His voice was soft, far gentler than it had been moments ago. "I have no problems with being tied up."

I smoothed a hand over his leg and grinned. "Yeah, but you know me. I'm only playing a part here, and not doing so great at it. I don't think I'm cut out for this whole dominance thing." Then I narrowed my eyes at him and said in a sharp voice, "But then again, I think maybe you need to learn some self-control. You may not be tied up now, Bob, but if I see your hands move away from your sides at any time, you will be punished."

This time, my switching gears didn't even phase him. He quickly pinned his arms to his side, then wiggled down toward me. "Yes, Harry, love. I promise."

I gave the inside of his knee a tender bite. "Good boy." A tremor rippled through him at that. "But you're allowed to make noise, Bob. I want to hear you come apart for me."

My hand brushed his cock as I touched the toy to his entrance, and he nearly lurched off the bed at that little bit of contact. "I don't think me making noise will be a problem," he panted, letting out a groan as the first ridge of black rubber entered him once the muscle gave way.

I pulled back on it, then pushed it in again, my other hand on his stomach. I saw his fists clench and unclench in the sheets, but he didn't try to touch me or his sadly ignored cock, which was looking fit to burst by this point. I pulled out and pushed in a few more times, letting him get used to the feel of the toy, and by the keening sounds he was making, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.

The second ridge, then the third slid home, and he was making the most wonderful little noises, grunts and pants and moans that had me quivering. I bent my head and licked the tip of his cock, and the way he said my name had my eyes crossing in pleasure. As erotic as this had been in my dreams, the real thing had the imaginary beat and walking away with a hell of a payday.

"Harry, please, love, I can't take this teasing," Bob practically yelled.

I caught his eyes, half-lidded and begging for me to end his torture, so I rose up on my knees and bent over him. Just as our lips touched, I gave the black rubber toy one more push, full seating it inside him. His back arched, but his hands had a death grip on the sheets, and he spread his legs as far as they could go, aching, pleading. A low moan started up in the hollow of his throat, slowly building into a crescendo as I worked the toy in and out of him. When I knew he was close, I gave the toy one final shove, making sure it was in to the hilt, then I fisted his cock and started to move my hand up and down. His hips followed my hand, struggling to match the rhythm I'd set.

Helpless noises bubbled up from his throat, and I whispered to him, lips against his, "You begged me to fuck you with this thing, and now I want you to come. You're being fucked six ways from Sunday, and I want to see you fall apart." I grabbed his hair with my other hand, yanking his head back with one swift movement. Neck bared to me, body trembling, eyes black with lust, he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Completely at my mercy. I skimmed my lips over his jaw and down his neck, took a deep breath, then bit the skin right over his jugular vein.

Bob came with a choked cry of release, a wordless sound that echoed off the walls and made my ears ring. His release splattered my hand and his stomach, and his body gave one long quiver as he was rocked by aftershocks. I grabbed one of his hands in my own, then gently pulled the toy from him.

"Harry." His voice was rough but steady, and I took his other hand and pulled him to me. He accepted my embrace readily, and I brought us both down on the bed. "Oh, Harry, love, that was..."

I smoothed down his hair and spooned him against me. "Shh, Bob, no need." The slick heat of his skin soaked through my uniform, and fabric of it rubbed against my suddenly sensitive flesh. Ignoring my body's plea, I comforted him with touches and kisses until he started to drift into a satiated sleep. When I was positive Bob was asleep, I left him only long enough to rid myself of the uniform and crawl back into bed beside him.

It took a good deal of willpower to simply curl up beside him and ignore my erection, but I did. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the hand that rested on my chest.

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"Harry, love, wake up."

I grunted my displeasure at being shook awake, but when I opened my eyes, all I saw was Bob's face hovering over mine. "Wha-Bob, what is it? Somethin' wrong?"

Gentle fingers massaged my shoulders and Bob gave a contented sigh. "No, nothing's wrong, Harry. I just realized something."

When he didn't answer my questioning look, I said, "Bob?"

"You never got what you needed."

I ruffled his hair, which earned me a playful glare, and I tried to pull him to me, but he resisted. Without a word, he pulled me into a sitting position, crawled onto my lap, and took a hold of my cock. My erection had long faded, but the desire was still there. With a quirk of his eyebrow, there was a flash of green light, and then all I knew was unadulterated pleasure. That little bit of his power had me arching off the bed so far it felt like my spine was stretching, and Bob pressed me back down. I felt blood rush to my groin, and when I looked down, my long-ignored erection was back.

I yanked on him, smashing our lips together. I took his mouth hungrily, my hands roaming every inch of exposed skin I could reach, and he responded in kind, rubbing against me, making me moan.

"No magic," I said against his mouth. "No handcuffs, no costumes, no toys. Need you."

"Whatever my love wants." A finger under my chin pushed my head back, and our eyes met. What I saw in those pale green eyes made me shiver. "Close your eyes, Harry."

Without hesitation, I did as he asked, and waited. There was some movement, dipping of the mattress, his skin on mine, his fist around my cock--and when he sat down on my lap, he sheathed himself fully on me. My eyes snapped open and I looked up. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted, face completely relaxed. His hips thrust against mine once, twice, and he slung his arms around my neck as he rode my cock.

I was rendered speechless by the picture he made. That didn't last long, however, because he started moving at a faster pace, his cock skimming my belly. I put one hand on his waist and used the other to cover his own erection, and I just watched him move...over, above, around me. Pulses of need hit my body, setting nerve endings on fire, making my eyes roll back, but I forced myself to watch him as he took both of us near that edge. The flames on the candles roared and I could smell rum and spice on the wind that was caressing us, but I paid no mind. I was wrapped up in this man and the way he was showing me his love.

"Fuck, Bob, please," I whispered hoarsely.

His only response was to moan my name as he tripped over the edge, taking me with him as he fell.

When my brain reformed into some semblance of matter, I pulled his head down and brushed a kiss over his lips. "Did I ever tell you thank you?"

I felt him smile as we kissed. "For what?"

"For taking care of me the way you do. Not just this." I traced a pattern down his chest with my fingers. "Well, I mean...the sex is hot, don't get me wrong-"

He slugged me in the shoulder. "I never want to hear that word used in that context ever again, Harry. It will always make me think of you in that uniform."

I grinned at him. "Cops make you hot, huh?"

"You are evil," he hissed at me, reaching down to pinch one of my nipples, making me jump.

"Hey, I'm not the one makin' with the magic during sex."

Bob linked our hands together and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "Remind me to teach you how, and I'll let you experiment on me."

"Experiment, huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him and he laughed. I helped him crawl off of me and as he made a move to pull me to him, I laced an arm around his waist, rolled us over, and trapped him beneath me. "What kind of experiment?" I leaned down to nuzzle his neck before saying, "A sex experiment?"

He huffed. "And you call me a dirty old man."

I chuckled against his skin, bathing the already bruising mark I'd left there with my tongue. "Looks like I gave you one hell of a hickey here, Bob."

"Oh well," he said airily, snuggling into my arms. "That just means I'll have to get out the ascots again, at least until the bruise fades." One warm hand brought my face up to his. "That could take days."

Despite how exhausted I was, a slight tremor ran through me at the thought of Bob and those damn ascots. "That would be awful."

"I agree." He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and ran his hands through my hair. "Shall I break out the polka dotted one for you?"