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A few minutes later, they stood outside beneath the cool breath of night. The air was thick with the smell of impending rain and the static hum of everything left unsaid. The streetlight overhead washed them in gold, catching the gleam in Daniel's eyes and the flush still warming Liam's skin.

"I will drive," Daniel said, tossing his keys into the air and catching them with practiced ease. "But I have one condition."

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silk blindfold, letting it unfurl between his fingers like a secret he was ready to share. The fabric slid across his knuckles, smooth and suggestive. He held it up with a knowing smile that curled slow and deliberate at the edges.

Liam's brow arched. "You carry that around often?"

"Only on nights when I expect to be obeyed," Daniel said, voice dipped in velvet. He took a step forward, enough for his presence to press in. "And tonight," he added, "I want your full attention. No distractions. Just feeling."

The blindfold dangled from his fingers like a dare. Liam didn't reach for it. He simply watched Daniel, letting the silence stretch, heavy with the things neither of them were willing to admit out loud.

"Trust me," Daniel said, softly but firmly.

Liam tilted his head, the faintest smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes burned with something darker, something deeper. "Do I look like someone who trusts easily?"

"No," Daniel said, stepping close enough that their bodies nearly touched. "You look like someone who's forgotten what surrender feels like."

He leaned in, his breath hot against Liam's skin, and whispered near the curve of his ear. "And I would like to be the one to remind you."

The words slipped beneath Liam's skin like smoke, curling low in his belly. He swallowed hard, every inch of his body suddenly aware of how close they were. The space between them shimmered, fragile and hot.

"I shouldn't," Liam murmured, but his voice betrayed him as it was soft, pliant and trembling on the edge of want. Then his chin lifted, an invitation painted in restraint. "But I will."

Daniel smiled, slow and decadent. "Good boy."

With deliberate care, he slid the blindfold over Liam's eyes. The silk caressed his skin, cutting off the world in an instant. Darkness settled, not cold or cruel but rich and inviting.

Liam was not afraid instead he became aware. Aware of how his heartbeat throbbed in his throat. Aware of the electricity sparking across his skin. Aware of Daniel, who seemed to know exactly how to strip him down without removing a single piece of clothing.

"Keep still," Daniel whispered, lips grazing his temple. "I want to take my time with you."

Each step Daniel guided him through felt like foreplay. His hand didn't just lead. It claimed, possessive and confident, igniting something deep in Liam's chest that fluttered, coiled, and begged for more. He guided him through the dark like he had done it a hundred times, until they reached the car.

Liam heard the door open before the soft press of leather met the backs of his legs. Daniel helped him lower into the passenger seat with surprising gentleness, his touch firm but careful, almost reverent. The door shut with a quiet thud, cocooning them in a hush that made Liam's breath sound louder than before.

Then came the soft click of the seatbelt, pulled smoothly across his chest and fastened by Daniel's own hand. The gesture should have been simple, yet it wasn't. Liam felt the warmth of Daniel's fingers brushing against his side, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

The engine purred beneath them, a low hum that threaded through Liam's nerves like a current. He sat back, blindfold still snug, every sense on high alert. Without sight, every brush of Daniel's fingers became louder, heavier, unbearably intimate. The car's interior felt smaller somehow, tighter, thick with heat and the quiet sound of breath and shifting leather.

Daniel's hand drifted along Liam's thigh again, slow and deliberate. He traced lazy circles, inching higher with each pass. Liam inhaled sharply when Daniel's fingers skimmed just beside where he needed them most. His hips shifted, subtle and instinctive, a quiet offering, but Daniel didn't take the bait. Instead, his touch ghosted higher, across the hem of Liam's shirt, brushing against bare skin with maddening patience.

"You're torturing me," Liam breathed, his voice hoarse, strained from holding back. "Why?"

Daniel chuckled softly, the sound low and wicked. "Oh, I am," he said, his palm sliding up the inside of Liam's thigh before pulling back just as he reached the edge of want. "Because you look so beautiful like this. Needy. Waiting. I could drive like this all night just to feel you squirm."

Liam bit down on a moan. His cock throbbed behind the fabric of his pants, aching for Daniel's hand, for even a little pressure. "You're a menace," he muttered, hips shifting again. "Touch me already."

"Not yet," Daniel said, leaning in close enough for Liam to feel the curve of his smile against his skin. "Patience, sweetheart. Anticipation makes it sweeter."

The car slowed to a gentle stop, bathed in a crimson wash as the traffic light ahead glowed red. The world outside faded, blurred by the heat inside the vehicle. Daniel's fingers stilled on Liam's thigh, but the burn of his presence remained. Liam's breath caught. The air was thick with tension, with heat, with the unbearable ache of wanting.

Then he felt it. Daniel's breath, warm and steady, ghosting along his cheek. Liam turned toward it instinctively, chasing it like a man starved, a soft groan slipping from his throat before he even realized.

And then Daniel kissed him.Firm. Hot. Intentional. There was no hesitation, no prelude of uncertainty. It wasn't a question, it was a claim. A possession. Liam's lips parted beneath his automatically, the kiss deepening with a fierce hunger that stole every bit of air from his lungs. His hand reached blindly for Daniel's suit, gripping the fabric like an anchor as Daniel's mouth moved over his, coaxing and devouring in equal measure. Daniel kissed him like he wanted to ruin him. But just as he leaned into it, chasing more, Daniel pulled back. Not far, just enough to leave Liam breathless and aching. His lips brushed over Liam's again, lighter this time, coaxing instead of claiming. A soft hum of pleasure escaped Liam as Daniel kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, then just beneath his ear.

"You taste better than I imagined," Daniel murmured, his voice thick and velvet-soft, fingers stroking up Liam's inner thigh again. "And I have imagined a lot."

Liam let out a trembling breath, lips parted, body strung tight with need. Daniel's hand skimmed higher, his knuckles grazing the bulge in Liam's trousers, just a whisper of contact, maddening and deliberate. Liam's hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing more, but Daniel moved his hand away with infuriating calm.

"Please," Liam whispered, desperate and raw, barely recognizing his own voice.

Daniel's thumb pressed into Liam's thigh, slow circles melting into teasing strokes. "I said patience," he said, leaning in close once more, his mouth brushing Liam's ear. "You want me to touch you there so badly you can hardly think straight. But it will feel so much better if I make you wait for it."

A whimper built in Liam's throat, but he swallowed it, pressing his head back against the seat, heart racing.

Daniel chuckled, low and rich, pleased with the tension unraveling between them. His hand returned to Liam's thigh, then slid to his stomach, palm hot and flat against his shirt as he slowly traced the hem. Every movement was calculated, coaxing Liam further into a haze of lust.

As the light turned green, the car rolled forward again, the city lights blurring past them in a wash of color. But inside the car, time slowed, stretched out, strung tight with anticipation. Daniel's touches remained light, always near, never quite enough. And Liam, blindfolded and burning, could only wonder what would happen when they finally stopped.

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