Stage "psychic" and ladies' man Blake Underwood thinks he has it all figured out - until he meets a handsome, mysterious stranger who has this weird way of getting into his head. This story contains 3,385 words including hot m/m action, anal sex, and light bondage, and is for the mature reader only! - Excerpt -Steven was on him in a second, kissing him roughly, teeth clacking together, his tongue firm and insistent. It felt incredibly natural, incredibly right, in a way that Blake had never felt before in his life. The smell of Steven, the feel of him, the way his stubble scratched against Blake’s face, his hands spreading Blake’s clothes apart and away and off, falling to the floor, until he was naked. But really, he’d been naked from the second he walked out on that stage in front of Steven.“Turn around,” Steven said, and Blake did, turning his back to him, leaning over the back of the sofa like he’d done this a thousand times. He felt something rough and coarse winding its way around his wrists, drawing them together tightly.