When Vic Braunson came home from work on his birthday, he was met in the hallway by his lover Matt diLorenzo, who wore nothing but a pair of leather shorts with a breakaway crotch, his arms hopelessly tangled in the straps of a leather harness. He greeted Vic with, “Help.”

Vic laughed as he shut the door behind him. But before he moved to assist his lover, he took a moment to savor the sight of so much naked flesh. “Damn, you look good.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Matt said with a laugh. “I feel like a pretzel.”

“Is this my birthday present?” Vic asked as he shrugged out of his work shirt.

Matt pouted. “It was supposed to be a surprise. You gonna help, or what?”

Vic crossed the hall. The harness was an old fetish item of his, something his lover must’ve dug out of their closet… Vic couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn it. Way before he’d met Matt. Vic used to get off on the smell and feel of leather, but since he’d been with his lover, there was so much about the guy that excited Vic that he didn’t need anything else to get off. Though at the sight of Matt in leather, he wanted nothing more than to clamp the harness between his teeth and let his lover fuck him senseless. Sweet Jesus.

Once the harness was settled properly on Matt’s shoulders, Vic cinched the belts tight for a snug fit. The leather molded snugly to Matt’s crotch and ass. Before he could stop himself, Vic leaned against his lover, one hand fondling Matt’s slight erection through the leather, the other squeezing his firm buttocks. Vic bit at the strap that ran over Matt’s shoulder, his teeth sinking into the supple material, his saliva turning the already black strap a shade darker. The taste of leather filled his senses, enflaming them. With a low growl in the back of his throat, Vic gnawed on the strap as he hugged Matt close.

His lover snickered and tried to extract himself from Vic’s sudden embrace. “You need to suit up first. No loving until you’re dressed.”

“Suit up.” Vic laughed, a rumble against Matt’s neck that made his lover grin. “That makes me sound like a superhero.”

Matt laughed harder. “The Adventures of Leatherman and his sidekick…”

Vic quipped, “Sexy Boy.”

Leatherman and Sexy Boy. Matt grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

After a quick shower, Vic breezed past Matt into their bedroom, the towel around his waist falling to the floor at his lover’s feet. Matt followed, as Vic knew he would. Keeping his back to his lover, Vic stepped up to their bed, where Matt had laid out a few choice items for him to wear—a black leather thong and a leather vest. Vic took his time, drawing out the motions because he felt Matt’s desire gathering like thunderclouds around them. First he stepped into the thong, allowing Matt fleeting glimpses of his cock and balls from between his legs. With measured movements, he pulled the thong up over his knees, over his thighs, and arched his back as the thin leather strap slid between his buttocks. Then he tucked the length of his dick into the pouch, savoring the supple feel of leather on tender skin. With a final snap of the straps to ensure the thong was in place, he reached for the vest.

He shrugged into it and pulled the lacings tight; they created a hash mark of leather down the center of his chest, accentuating the line that divided his pects, the cut of his flat abs, and the black, jagged saw blades tattooed around his navel.

Suddenly, a belt whipped out to smack across Vic’s bare ass.

He whirled around—Matt stood there, a devilish gleam in his eye, a slim belt stretched taut between his hands. With a sexy grin, he asked, “Do you know how much I want you right this minute?”