Leo loves it when Chris wears the maid outfit. It’s a roleplay costume. All sorts of devious and sexual stories come out when he wears it. Suddenly Leo is the rich lord of the manor, and Chris the shy maid hired to clean for him. Little does he realize what he’s getting himself into as his employer comes to stand suddenly behind him, breath warm against Chris’s ear, and his hand slowly sliding its way under Chris’s skirt and up his long, lean thigh.
“Sir!” Chris the maid will yelp, turning to look at him with an innocent, horrified expression. “What are you doing?”
And Leo will smile and press him up against the wall, removing the feather-duster from his limp grip. “I’m making you earn your pay,” he’ll whisper. And Chris will protest at first, but eventually he will given in to his handsome, earnest employer.
Chris loves Leo’s police officer costume for much the same reasons. They run through all the bad-boy interrogation fantasies, most of which end with Chris handcuffed to the bed, prepared to be searched. They make the requisite jokes about searching various orifices for drugs, jokes that are really just excuses for Chris to get fingered. But the naughtiness of it really appeals to Chris, as does the sexy image of his lover in a uniform, police cap perched at a very no-nonsense angle on top of his wavy brown hair.
He looks good as a cop. He’s got the muscular form to pull it off (more so even than real cops nowadays). It looks somehow natural on him. And the word “officer” falls easily from Chris’s lips in these situations.
Sometimes, Leo has Chris wear a schoolgirl costume. It’s not that he’s looking for a girl instead of a boy, it’s that Chris has these amazingly long legs that look incredible in a skirt. Usually they play as teacher and student in these games, and Leo invites Chris to earn some extra credit on an exam after class, sitting on the edge of his desk while Chris kneels between his legs and unzips his fly, giving him an A+ blowjob.
Leo loves the way Chris’s lean frame fits into the costume, loves the way it hangs off of his slim hips, and the look he dons, filled with erotic shame, ready to submit to Leo’s wants and whims.
When it truly becomes an issue of wants, however, Leo dons the bondage outfit. Chris loves the bondage outfit. He loves the way the leather looks stretched over his lover’s bulging muscles. He loves the way Leo snaps the whip with the air of a professional. Most of all, he loves the submission of it, the total surrendering of control.
He loves the feeling of walking the line between safety and danger, the way suddenly “no” and “stop” are allowed protestations, words that mean nothing. He loves the terror of being right on the edge, of seeing that gleam in Leo’s eyes that says, “I am going to hurt you, and you’re going to love it.”
But he also loves the firm, solid knowledge within himself, like a stone to which his sanity is anchored, that if he truly wants Leo to stop, all he has to do is say the safe word. This knowledge is based on experience, based on the precious memories of the few occasions when the look in Leo’s eyes truly scared him, it was so intense and dark, memories of calling out the safe word and having Leo cease all activity, unquestioningly. Even once, at nearly the height of excitement, when he was so worked up that at the sound of the word Leo punched the wall and had to go sit down in the next room for a few minutes. Even then, he stopped.
And because of this, Chris allows himself to love being tied up, punished and controlled by his lover. Not all the time, but sometimes. He lets himself go, because he loves the feeling of being in danger, while at the same time knowing that he truly is not.
Every once in a while, Leo will have Chris wear the cat-boy costume. It’s delightfully erotic; Leo loves the delicious obscenity of the dildo pressed into Chris’s anus, from which snakes a leopard-skin tail. Even more so than the ears or the collar, seeing Chris allowing himself to be penetrated so for the sake of a costume really turns him on.
He likes to kneel on the bed with his legs apart and allow Chris to lick and lap, cat-like, at his penis, while he grabs the base of the tail and plunges it in and out of Chris’s ass. He loves the whimpering sounds Chris makes as he tries to concentrate while his prostate is being stimulated.
Most of all, Chris loves it when Leo wears nothing at all. He loves the sight of naked flesh rising over him as he is taken, loves the way the acres of Leo’s bare skin feel pressed up against him. He loves being able to touch, run his fingers across the barely concealed muscle, feeling the tautness underneath the skin. Loves loving that skin, loves feeling his pulse and his heartbeat through the warmth of his flesh.
Leo’s favorite costume for Chris is no costume at all. He likes best the naked body of his lover stretched out under him, loves covering him like a blanket until he feels as though he could smother his lover, loves this feeling of keeping him protected from the rest of the world.
Most of all, he loves being inside Chris, loves feeling him from the inside, loves the way Chris’s legs wrap around his waist, the soft feeling of the flesh on the inside of Chris’s thighs, and the way that its warmth seeps into him. He loves the rhythm of the two of them moving together like a single person, flowing into each other. He loves the sounds that Chris makes, the pants and whimpers.
Chris loves the feeling of being taken care of, of safety, the feeling of being filled to the brim with Leo and with Leo’s love. He loves Leo’s cock, having him any which way but especially like this, especially in this most intimate of embraces, where Leo is buried deep inside him, thrusting in again and again, filling him up, filling him all the way up.
And Leo loves them, them as this unit, them in this bed, them and their naked bodies twisted together, fused together.
And Chris loves this act, this brutal, shining, mesmerizing act that keeps them roped, chained, bound together in flesh. And together they love each other, and make love.