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“The worst outcome for tonight isn’t not coming, you know that right?”
He rolled his eyes, defiance pouring off him in waves despite his prone position. He was tied up so pretty, ankles attached to the chair legs and hands bound at the small of his back. He kept absent-mindedly grabbing the rungs along the back of the tall wooden chair from the dining room. His bare chest stretched with every deep breath as he gently tested the ropes again.
“Use your words baby, I'm already being so nice by letting you talk at all.”
“You can't be serious,” His face split into a disbelieving grin.
Without responding, you reached down to run your fingers over the wet spot on his briefs. He inhaled sharply, eyes darting between your face and where your hand was brushing over him feather-light. His hips canted upwards towards the touch and you pulled back.
“Be good for me, ass to the chair,” You finally looked up in time to watch him carefully school his face into a disinterested expression. Every line of his poker face showed the wear of constantly having his mask as you could read him clear as day. His eyes were solid, cold and blue, but his eyebrows pinched slightly in the middle in damn near a pout on his cool visage. You ran your fingers through his hair.
“You do want to be good for me, right?” You dragged your nails along his scalp in long soothing pulls. After a moment, his eyes slid shut. You trailed your hand down from his hair to cradle his face in your palm, “You want to be so good for me. You couldn’t pretend to be anything else if you tried, Every fiber of your being wants to obey, to turn off your pretty little brain and let me tell you what to do.”
A quiet sound of protest rumbled out of his chest but it was in sharp contrast to the pink blush painting from his cheeks to his collarbones and the nearly blissed-out look on his face. Your hand returned to his hair as the other one tilted his chin up. You leaned in and met him in a sweet, almost chaste, kiss. You pulled back and a pitiful noise echoes in his throat.
His shoulders started climbing further up the more you leaned back, returning all the tension you had been leeching from his frame. You tsk’ed to yourself.
“Nuh-uh, parade rest soldier. I’m not going anywhere,” You smoothed your hands over his broad shoulders. You took a step forward to settle yourself on his lap but the carefully cultivated peace was broken. He had a cavalier look on his face and was slowly working himself up to a smarmy smirk.
“I don’t think you would be able to keep your hands to yourself for long enough to actually keep me from coming tonight. Face it, love, I’m irresistible to you.” He curled forward to plant kisses along your neck. If he could move his hands, they would be planted firmly on your waist with his steel grip. The hand returned to his hair with a sharp pull as you yanked him back.
“I told you, whether you come or not shouldn’t be your worry,” You slipped your free hand into his briefs and pulled them back, exposing him to the cold air. You spit down into your hand and set a punishing pace, barely noticing his awed expression. Using the hand twisted in his hair, you directed him into a cruel kiss. The hand on his cock slid over him, occasionally running over the head to catch the precum leaking from his tip.
“What a good little whore for me, so wet. You really were made for this. Instead of keeping you up in that sniper’s nest, maybe I should keep you here with me,” You looked him in his eyes as you spoke, watching arousal cloud his gaze and his hips pressed up. His thighs tensed under you and his abs twitched. You kept the breakneck pace on his cock and released his hair. He sagged forward into your neck again, as small noises fought against his iron control. Your other hand ran over his chest and rubbed small circles over his nipples. You watched as his abs jumped, his breathing sped up, and heard the noises pick up ever so slightly. A cruel smile splits your face as you continued the punishing speed until he finally fell over the edge then immediately pulled your hands back. The loss of all stimulation had him jerking against the ropes and looking up with big, betrayed baby blues. His cock pulsed weakly against his stomach, muscles still tense but struggling through his orgasm without the feel of your hand.
While he caught his breath, he tried and failed to put a sentence together, merely whining out why.
“I told you, not coming isn’t the problem,” You slid off his lap, settling in between his spread legs. You start pressing kisses along his inner thighs, tracing new bruises and old scars. The closer you got to his cock, a low whine started in his throat. Your tongue darted out to lick up his cooling cum, dragging up his sensitive shaft. His thighs jumped and his abs tensed as you ran long licks up the lines of white left by his pitiful display.
You planted kisses up the shaft, occasionally running your tongue over the tip. You kept your hands braced on his thighs to keep him from squirming. He could easily buck you off but watching him submit anyway was intoxicating. His quiet noises were picking up, breathless whines catching in his throat. The wood of the chair creaked under his iron grip. His head was thrown back and the tendons of his necks stood out. You went from teasing touches to swallowing him down.
“Darling, I can’t- I- please, love,” His words were broken with deep pants. You hummed in response drawing out an audible moan. You moved one hand up to his abs, pushing him out of his deep arch, pressing his back to the chair.
“Sweetheart, I can’t, it- it’s just so sensitive,” He stared down at you with big blue eyes, damn near in tears.
You pulled up back, licking your lips, “Just one more for me, be good for me baby. Come in my mouth, make me choke on it.”
His legs tensed as you swallowed him back down, shaking with exertion. Cries and moans poured out of his mouth as he got closer and closer. You got as much of him in your mouth as you could and wrapped your hand around the rest. A hum rumbled in your throat through him and he curled forward as he came again. This time you played nice and eased him through it as he caught his breath. You looked up, watching his face as you continued to stroke over his cock. You could see the moment the uncomfortable ‘too-much-too-soon’ sensation hit, his brow furrowing.
“Can you give me one more, baby?” The sound of spit and his own come over his cock mixed with his whimpers. He was too gone for words at this point, but he nodded once before throwing his head back. It only took a few more strokes before he was coming again, weakly and barely covering your fingers. You pulled your hand back and started to lick your hand clean before pausing.
“Will you clean me up baby?” You stretched your hand covered in his own come out and watched him tiredly lap at your fingers. You felt arousal curl in your stomach but taking care of your tired boy took precedence. You wrapped your arms around him, releasing his wrists them then moving to his ankles. You took the two steps away to grab a water bottle and a cloth off the bedside table, chuckling as a quiet whine started up in Simon’s throat.
“I’m here baby, don't worry. Can you take a sip for me?” You cleaned him up and encouraged his arms up to take a drink. You fully stripped off his briefs and pulled him to his feet. Bracing him against your shoulder, you moved him to the bed.
“Wanna brush your teeth?” He shook his head and rolled like a massive bear onto his side. You crawled in behind him and spooned up against his back.
“You finish?” His voice creaked out like a rusty door.
You nuzzled into his shoulder, “Not important, Si, tonight was about you. Let me just take care of you sometimes.”
“Takin’ care of me is one ruined handjob and the meanest blowy I’ve ‘ad in my life?” His accent broke though, deep and thick. You chuckled while running a hand up around his chest to rub over his collarbone.
“You sassed me, you whiny bitch. I keep my promises,” You felt him shift before rolling over and trapping you against his chest. HIs nose buried in the hair at the crown of your head and a content rumble echoed out of his chest.
“I love you,” You murmured against his collarbones. You felt him trace an absent pattern against your arms and he hummed back.
A jaw-breaking yawn cracked his mouth open before a quiet “love you too” joined you in the dark.