Suit and Tie – ghostofgatsby

Trott smirks and slides his hand up the back of Smith’s neck, fingers sliding into his hair. He clenches his hand sharply and tugs.
Smith gasps quietly at the little spark of pleasure-pain that ripples down his spine. “Oh…fuck, yes. Just like that.” He grins back.
Trott kisses him bitingly, and nips his bottom lip. “What else do you like?” he murmurs.
Smith watches through half-lidded eyes as Trott’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Well, I could think of a few uses for that tie,” he replies roguishly.
Trott kisses him again, and they stumble towards the bedroom.

Rating: Explicit

CW: BDSM, mention of drinking, other people smoking.
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