A dark haired man with a strong jaw leans forward into a cinderblock wall. He is shirtless, with his kilt settled low on his hips, revealing a thick dance belt. Every cell of his body screams of a tormented soul.
He slammed his fist into the wall as I rounded the corner. I jerked to a halt, staring open mouthed at the vision in front of me. His eyes were closed, nostrils flaring, chest heaving, every muscle tense.
Nerves failing me, I turned to go, but my movement caught his attention. Glaring over his shoulder, he snarled, “What the fuck do you want?”
Now was my moment of truth, and I hesitated…
Tags: undercover agent, little rich boy, Renaissance faire, first time, BDSM light, twink, age gap, coming out, kilts, voyeurism
Content Warnings: dubious consent
Word Count: 18,201
EVENT: Love’s Landscapes