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**Brief summary:** ***[Garrett](https://www.reddit.com/u/bing_bang_b0ng/s/cg7isMZ7fe) was sought out by [Victor](https://www.reddit.com/u/bing_bang_b0ng/s/3rm05t24fl), the wealthy CFO of TannerCorp, to work for him, quickly developing into a secret relationship. Now, Garrett is trying some new kinks with Victor’s guidance.***
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I snuck back to the bedroom, where Victor was bent over, stretching. I got a really nice view of his ass, so smooth it was almost shining. He caught me staring, and he stood up with a smirk.
“I need to go shower, if you don’t mind. You may certainly join me after I use the restroom and… prepare for the evening. Give me a few minutes, darling, and then you can join me if you’d like.” He winked at me, kissed my cheek, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.
My dick twitched as I thought about the fact that he, apparently, wanted me to fuck him, too. Once more, I found myself growing nervous about the evening’s upcoming events. Would I do it right? What if I hurt him?
But before I could spiral too much, the bathroom door opened, and Victor smiled at me.
“You can come in,” he said.
I didn’t think twice before following Victor, for what was now my third shower. As the rainfall of warm water fell on us, Victor pulled me in for a tight embrace.
“I really missed you today. It was strange,” he sighed. “We’ve had days apart before, but this one was hard. What did you do all day?”
I rubbed my hands up and down his back as we talked. It was calming to know I wasn’t alone in feeling that way.
“Is that bad?” I asked, sincerely. “Like, we haven’t been together that long, but I felt so empty without you today.” I chuckled a bit. “But this, right here, is making it all worth it.”
“Mm,” he grunted, nuzzling his wet head in the crook of my neck. “I feel the same way. So… So what if we’re codependent already? We’re adults. We can function without each other just fine, so why is it bad that life is so much better together.”
I felt butterflies in my stomach, yet again.
“I agree.” I placed my hand on the back of his head, cradling him close to me. My hair, sopping wet again, clung to us both as the shower pattered down upon us.
I imagined standing in the rain with Victor. Dancing in the rain with Victor. Kissing in the rain with Victor.
“Let’s dry off,” he said after a few moments. We washed ourselves, and then Victor turned on the dryer. After it cut off, he looked at me, a strand of hair pulled taut across both eyes, and he asked, “Would you like a brush? I’m sure I have something here.”
“Maybe once it dries more,” I replied with a smile. But that gave me a thought. “Should I keep it up? I don’t want to get wax in it.”
I didn’t want to offend him, but it was certainly something I was thinking about. The thought of removing candle wax from my hair was less than ideal.
“Probably,” he smiled. “I’ll just have to use my imagination.” With a wink, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the bedroom door and down the hall.
Inside the room, he flicked the lights on.
“Where’d you get the lotions?” I asked, noticing two jars near the bench.
“When you were talking with Karoline, I went to tidy up some things from yesterday, but I saw you already had. Thank you, Garrett. I absolutely did not mean to leave that task for you.” He squeezed both my hand in his.
“No, no,” I said. “I needed something to do to stay busy. I promise.”
“Okay,” he sighed.
“So… How does this go?” I sat at the foot of the table, and Victor hopped up next to me.
“Well, we have a matchbook, and I’ll guide you through which candles to use. And there’s a towel and a bucket of ice cubes—thanks to Karoline, admittedly—as well to help with cleanup at the end. Remember: I trust you. And this is something, selfishly, I really want.”
“Then I want it too,” I said, turning to face him.
“Then, let’s get started,” Victor’s soft voice came, soothing.
I stood up, both of us totally nude.
“The only thing is that You’ll need to let them burn for a while.” He handed me the matchbook and instructed me to light three candles: a squat taupe candle in a red jar that had clearly been used before, a tall blue one that looked unscathed apart from a black wick, and an unburied green candle that was in the shape of a pyramid. “Red is a massage oil candle. Blue burns just a hair warmer, and the green one is, apparently, quite hot.”
I was thankful to have done some research beforehand. As we waited for them to light and melt down, Victor had me rub some balm on his body. Needless to say, I took my time and enjoyed myself as my fingers glided along his torso, his chest.
“So how was work today?” I asked, somewhat teasing, trying to pass the time and hide my nerves.
“Apart from missing the hell out of you,” he cooed, tracing his fingers along my forearm, “it was fine. A bit boring, really. There was a meeting that got postponed to next Wednesday, which helped in my decision to leave early.”
“I see.” We chatted a little more, and the room started to warm up as the candles melted.
At last, it was time. After days of wondering what was even in this room, it was time to try it out.
“Start with the red. The massage oil. Even though you already massaged me.” Victor grinned.
I grabbed the red candle off of its shelf, and I blew it out. I knew to give it another moment to cool a bit. But I walked it over to him, noticing a new glint in his eye. This was, after all, his most private kink—that I knew of. And he trusted me to partake in it with him.
My dick started to twitch at the sheer intimacy of it all. I realized my breathing was shallow and ragged as the nerves and excitement came to a head.
“Relax, love,” he said. His eyes got wide. “I mean…” He started to sit up, his own breathing noticeable now.
“It’s fine, Victor,” I smiled. “Let’s both relax, yeah?”
He swallowed hard and nodded, lying back down. “Okay. So just tip the candle over. Don’t worry about it spilling on the bench or the floor. It’s fun to scrape the wax off sometimes. Plus, this first one is just massage oil.”
I tried my best to steady my hand. I wanted to know what it felt like, at least a bit, so I knew what I was doing to him—which was my philosophy with topping and bottoming, too. So I held out my forearm, dripping a small amount of the white, oily wax.
It was hot, but it wasn’t terribly painful.
So it was time. I turned back to Victor, and I tilted the red candle slightly, watching as a river of white cascaded down, pooling on his chest.
“Ohh,” he groaned, the corners of his mouth creeping up into an almost devious smile. “More.”
So I spilled a trail down his chest toward his stomach.
“Good,” his gravelly voice replied. I watched as his cock inflated to full-mast. “Now rub it in. Please,” he breathed.
So I set the red jar back on its shelf and returned to Victor. As I touched him, the oils were quite warm still, and I rubbed them in, massaging a little deeper than I had with the balm. I rubbed his chest first, then down his stomach.
As I felt down his abs toward his pubic mound, I had to stop myself from touching his cock. By this point, I was erect, too; I was practically throbbing as though I hadn’t already cum twice.
But, to my delight, he whispered, “You can definitely touch it. Just not with the other wax. I’ve tried it, and that part isn’t for me.”
So I wrapped one hand around his shaft, the massage oil on my hand allowing my skin to slide over his sensitive head. His legs shook as I massaged his chest again with my other hand.
“Whoa,” he hissed, lightly grabbing my wrist, pulling my hand from his cock. “We don’t want it to go off just yet.”
So I moved back up to his chest with both hands, staring down at the beautiful man before me. He smiled, closing his eyes in ecstasy.
I just couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and placed my lips on his, just barely. I watched his eyes open and I felt his lips curl into a smile again before parting to kiss me.
I stood up with a smile, stepping back to show off my own hard-on. Yet again, it was difficult to keep my hands off of his cock. I just really loved making him cum. But he was so turned on by this activity that I couldn’t let it end early.
“Let’s try the blue one.” He licked his lips. “This one is mostly wax with some oils in it. It burns hotter, definitely, but I quite enjoy it.”
So I picked it up and blew it out. When I returned to Victor, the amber light from the remaining candle and the lamp hanging above flickered in his hungry eyes.
“Can you…” He started to say something, but he stopped.
“What, Victor? You could probably ask me to shove one of these candles up my ass, and I’d do it without question.” I winked at him.
After another deep breath, he said, “Could you pour this one around my nipples? I like them played with just fine, but hot wax is on another level.”
“Hell yeah,” I exclaimed eagerly.
“I’d say touch my cock, too,” he breathed, “but I fear I’d be hovering too close to the edge.”
I smiled, and I readied myself. I decided, once more, to rest out the temperature on my forearm.
It stung. Quite a bit. I winced, I’m sucking in through my teeth.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely,” he replied, his tone one of encouragement.
I nodded, holding this candle a bit closer to him. Then I slowly tilted it, watching as blue wax fell down onto his chest. I had to fix my aim, but I found his left nipple quickly.
“Ohh, my *god,*” groaned Victor through gritted teeth. His legs started to tense up.
“You okay?”
“More. More, please!” His eyes were glued shut as his body started writhing.
I splattered a line of wax across his pecs to the other nipple, eliciting another guttural moan. I peered down at his cock, watching as a large bead of precum dripped down to his pubic area. Before my eyes, the edges of the wax started to harden, splattered lines across his chest. I poured more down his stomach a bit, then back to his nipples.
“Good lord, Garrett,” Victor huffed. I looked into his half-lidded eyes as his chest rose and fell rapidly. “This is incredible. I’m not just saying that.”
“You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?” The wax on my forearm had cooled, so I flaked it off.
“It does, and that’s the best part. I would never put you in a position where you’d have to actually hurt me. I promise.”
I had an idea.
Above him, I drew a large heart in blue wax, the point at the bottom nearly reaching his cock. Then in the middle of the heart, across his chest, I wrote in large letters **G + V**. Victor moaned again, and I watched as a tentative hand reached down for his cock.
“I’m aching for release,” he confessed. “But there’s one more candle.”
So I returned the blue candle to its place and reached for the pyramid shaped green candle. Its peak had melted down quite a bit, a large amount of wax having pooled, so I blew it out and carried it over to him. I didn’t dare pour this one on myself—largely due to the wide base and angled walls being difficult to hold in one hand.
“Ready?” I asked in a more devious voice. I was really enjoying myself, in spite of some strong apprehensions.
“Beyond.” His fingers delicately wrapped around his shaft, slowly milking out a thick stream of precum. With his other hand, he reached for my cock.
I shuddered. “Ohh, shit,” I hissed with a grin. I hadn’t expected it, so the physical stimulation was quite intense.
“Where sh-should I pour this one?” I asked between gasps as he stroked me.
“Wherever. Just not my dick.”
So, inspired by the rich green color, I drew the shape of a pine tree, flaring out in angular points as I went down his body. I even poured some wax on his hipbones, and his moans were getting louder. I imagined it was, in part, due to the heat, but the way he stroked both of us told me he was close.
“Oh, Garrett, I can’t hold back much longer,” he breathed, his strokes synchronized and slow. “When I say, can you pour this on my nipples again? And be ready for an explosion.” He chuckled softly, punctuated by a soft whimper.
He jerked us a bit faster, and I poured more wax up his chest and stomach, watching as it pooled and cooled. Finally, Victor’s strokes were fast, and I could feel myself approaching the edge.
“Now!” He grunted.
So I eagerly angled the top of the pyramid toward, aiming for his nipple.
“Oh, ohh! *Ohh, fuck!*” His hips were bucking wildly, and then a huge fountain of white erupted from the head of his cock, splattering on top of the wax, even spraying onto his chin and upper lip. More and more cum flowed out like a bubbling brook as he stroked us both.
That was powerful enough to bring me to my third orgasm of the day.
“I’m gonna cum!” I yelped. Victor, eyes squeezed shut, kept cranking my dick, and I shot a few ropes of my own across his mess.
Both of his hands fell to either side of the bench with a heavy sigh. With stars in my eyes, I returned the green candle to the shelf and walked back to Victor, bending over to lick his nut from his chin and lip.
He grabbed my face before I could pull away, the two of us viewing each other upside down.
“That was, undoubtedly, the most incredible I’ve ever felt. I don’t know if you even did anything different, but I think it’s just the fact that it was… *you,* Garrett.” He had a dopey smile, his eyes halfway closed as the two of us caught our breath. He let go of my face and I stood up.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I smiled. “I’d love to do it again. And maybe someday we can try that red candle on me.” I raised an eyebrow and winked.
Then I stared down at his chest, covered in a kaleidoscopic collage of colors and sheens, glazed in pearlescent white.
“How do we clean this up?” I wondered aloud.
“Well, one towel is for the cum, mostly. And ive found that the ice cubes help harden the wax enough to come off in larger pieces. Otherwise, we may have to use a butter knife or credit card to scrape it off.”
I thought he was joking, but the glint of a metal knife caught my eye, next to the towels.
I reached for the towels and wiped as much cum up as I could. Some of the blue and green wax stained the towels, but I figured Victor had an excess anyway.
Then it was time for the ice. I dipped my hand into the cold bowl, grabbing a slippery cube between two fingers. This time, I just tried what made the most sense, gliding the ice across the wax and his skin.
“Mmm, that feels so nice,” he breathed.
After a few more ice cubes, I even dipped another towel in the cold water and draped it across Victor’s torso. Ice-cold drips fell on my feet, but the smile on Victor’s face was motivation. With my minimal fingernails, I began to peel chunks of wax off of him, discarding them on the floor.
He started to help me, and I was endlessly thankful we’d shaved him, because the thought of pulling this wax off of hair was stomach-turning.
And before long, almost all of the wax was gone.
“Use the knife. I trust you. It’s not serrated at all.” He licked his lips, teasing my hipbone with his fingertips.
So I picked up the flat silver utensil. In my mind, I resolved to treat this like shaving. I pulled his skin taut, scraping wax off his oiled skin. It was almost as intimate as the whole shaving routine, and I inspected his body with my eyes closed, reading him like braille.
He propped himself up with a big smile.
“That was perfect. You’re perfect.” Then he stood up and pulled me in for a hug and a peck on the lips.
“Let’s get back in the shower. They recommend warm water just to get any excess wax and to soothe the skin.
After our shower, I applied some more moisturizer to his entire body, standing, almost waking my both of our cocks in the process.
*That was fucking hot,* I thought. *Who would’ve thought I’d ever do something like that?* I grinned.
Victor clocked me in the mirror.
“What’s got you all happy?” He whirled to face me, grabbing me around the waist.
“I’m just thankful I found someone who encourages me to try new things. I feel so safe with you.”
We watched another movie before bed, cuddled up together. I was mindful that his skin may be sensitive, but he was all over me, and I had a hard time *not* groping him. And as we settled in for bed, I dressed the return to work.
But I knew I’d be waking up in Victor’s arms, so I could face whatever the day brought.
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