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Grant shrugged. "Some submissives like it. They pretend they're helpless, at the mercy of their dominants. Not uncommon for a top to call his bottom 'boy,' or for a bottom to call his top 'daddy.'"
"That's ... kinda perverted."
Another shrug. Grant apparently wasn't offended. "Everybody's got a kink."
"That's what this is? A kink?"
"No, this is lesson one," Grant said, with a slight grin at Eli's confusion. "Know your sub. Discover what turns him on, and what doesn't. From your reaction, I'd say feeling young and helpless doesn't crank your engine."
Eli laughed shortly. "Gigantic no on that one. Leave fathers and sons out of my sex life, please." He could have bitten his tongue at the sympathetic look Grant gave him.
Damn, I forgot he knows about the disaster that was me coming out to my family. C'mon, Grant, just pretend I didn't say that and get back to the kinky lessons, okay?
Something on his face must have clued Grant in, because the other man relaxed. "Can do." His gaze raked Eli's body, lingering on the bulge at Eli's crotch until Eli's toes curled against the pale Berber carpet.
Grant's eyes flicked up, met Eli's. He smiled, slow and sure. "So why don't you come over here and sit on my lap anyway?"
Eli rolled his eyes. "Because...?"
Grant's throaty voice was pure sex. "Because I want to know how your tight ass feels nestled up against my cock, that's why."
"Oh." God. Before he knew it, he was across the room, sitting right where Grant wanted him, and Jesus, Grant was...
"Hard. You're hard." He was so turned on by that fact, he almost forgot about his own arousal. Almost.
Grant tugged, draping Eliover his body like a blanket. Eli let himself be arranged, a little dizzy from the feel of Grant's bare chest against his back, the rigid length pressed into his denim-covered ass. God, he's ... it's ... Oh man, I want that.