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With a final tug of your fingers, the ribbon the shade of periwinkle flowers was tied into a bow. Underneath, the pink flesh gave a meek twitch and you withdrew your hands, satisfied with your handiwork.
Cute.
“Cutie…,” Rafayel murmured. His voice bordered an impatient whine, which came as no surprise considering how long you’d been teasing him for by now — cock hard and leaking from its flushed and glistening tip, threatening to spoil the silky band where pre-cum slowly trickled down his shaft.
“What?” you teased in response and sweetly smiled down at him.
Leaning over with one hand next to him steadying you in the sheets of his bed, you ducked your head to whisper a kiss to the corner of his mouth — this, too, was nothing more than a tease, and your eyes sparkled with mirth at how Rafayel wantonly attempted to chase your lips with his, only to exhale another dismayed whine when he didn’t manage to reach your retreating face.
“You said I could do whatever I want.”
“Well, yeah,” he agreed reluctantly. “Anything to help my busy bee relax for once… But this is…” He trailed off and glanced down at his bare body. “It’d be more fun if you at least untied my hands, no?”
“I’m having plenty of fun, actually.” Another complaining grumble followed, yet all it did was make you smile in satisfaction at having Rafayel become such putty in your hands. Well, not like he had much of a choice. “You’re so cute like this.”
“You’re not gonna leave me like this, right?” he huffed through what clearly was supposed to be a cocky smirk. Somehow, he still seemed to think he had the upper hand.
Inhaling a soft hiss, the corners of his lips twitched and faltered when you raked your nails down his abdomen only to have them come to a halt just before touching him where he really wanted you. Where he needed you.
A valiant yet futile twitch of his cock, and another.
Oh, you could just wreck him like this.
“Right?” The sound was more of a plea now, and the sight of Rafayel’s pink ears showed you well enough that he was aware of just how pitiful he sounded begging for your touch like this.
“I wouldn’t want to deny myself.” You offered him the sweetest smile you could muster and added, “But I do want to have my fun first. You know, to really get into relaxation mode.”
Your words earned you another groan as well as an impatient tug to his bound wrists, as if Rafayel wanted to ensure the pale ribbon by his hands hadn’t suddenly decided to grant him freedom. Amidst futile attempts, he reached them out towards you, eager hands stroking along your thigh.
“Still, I think,” he murmured and shuffled his body slightly closer to yours while offering his most sultry gaze, “it would feel so much better for you if you let me touch you properly, don’t you think, cutie? If I could worship your body with my lips and my fingers… You know they excel at many things. I could eat you out and finger you until— fuck—”
One, two sharp twists of your hand around Rafayel’s leaking cock were enough to melt his expression into one of pure pleasure — all flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, and parted lips so plump you could just bite them. Maybe you should when you next kissed him.
But for now, your attention was drawn to the softly shimmering scales that had long started raising across the skin of his face and neck down to his chest and were only multiplying now that you actually touched him. The soft glow of the sun filtering in through the curtains of Rafayel’s bedroom caught on their fragmented patches and made them flutter with an iridescence rivalling that of the sea on the sunniest days of summer itself. Yet it was the last remnants of the late season that were in the air now, and the breeze summoned goosebumps to prickle along his scaled skin with the wet kiss of early autumn.
Cute.
“I’m being so good right now, you know?” Rafayel murmured as a soft shudder wrecked through him — cold or aroused, you couldn’t tell. Then again, he was used to colder temperatures from the deep sea, wasn’t he? “I could easily burn these restraints...”
“Oh, do you want to be praised more? Is that it?”
“That is not what I said. You do know that, right?”
“It’s definitely what I’m hearing though.”
“You might want to get your hearing checked out then...”
You grinned, happy to see him so flustered to the point that even the tips of his ears had turned proper crimson by now, and leaned down to press featherlight kisses to the pale scales at his bare chest whose translucency his embarrassment had tinted purple. His heart fluttered and stuttered against your lips, and Rafayel whimpered softly when you nipped at the softly hardened skin.
“So pretty.”
Trailing your mouth higher along his neck, where you remained for a few beats longer than necessary just to suck a beautiful purple bruise into his sensitive flesh, you eventually peppered the soft scales on his face with kisses — by his jaw, at his temples, and finally, just under his eyes.
“Please…,” he finally gave in and begged in a trembling whisper before biting down on his lip to stifle any further words from spilling carelessly.
You finally had him right where you wanted.
The pale blue scales contrasted the pink of his flushed cheeks beautifully, and you leaned back ever so slightly to breathe a soft “Good boy” across his face.
The praise made Rafayel swallow down a choked moan, and your gaze flitted towards his wrapped cock that had jumped pitifully in response to these two simple yet saccharine-sweet words of yours.
“Tell me what you need,” you urged further, wanting to see how far you could take him before he would break properly.
“…You know what I need, cutie.”
“I don’t think so… Spell it out for me. Do you want me to tease you more? Is that it?”
He grunted in dismay, which in turn only made your smile widen. You settled by his side, watched as he chewed up the words he was trying yet refusing to speak out loud, and ran your nails up and down the line of his abs, felt how they clenched and shuddered beneath your touch.
“You’re not helping.”
“Pity. I won’t know what you want until you tell me, Rafayel.”
“Just,” he spoke before groaning softly in defeat. “Just touch me — properly. Please don’t tease me. I won’t even complain anymore, so, please.”
Your eyes crinkled with mirth. “There’s my good boy,” you murmured against his mouth, felt his weight settling in your wandering hand twitch, and pressed your lips against his.
Rafayel moaned into the kiss and you squeezed his leaking cock between your fingers to offer him a measly few strokes — slow and torturous. But it was more than he could handle right now anyway, what with how strung up he’d become having been at your mercy for so long. You knew with the right twist of your wrist, he’d come in an instant — which was a nice idea too, really. But maybe more so for another time. Right now, swallowing his needy whimpers and moans between your kisses as you barely gave him what he craved was far more to your liking.
His cock lay heavily in your hand as you stroked him steadily, pulling your fingers all the way to his sensitive tip, where you gentled your touch into near non-existence, before pushing them back down towards his groin where the purple ribbon by now rested soiled in the copious amounts of pre-cum Rafayel had been leaking. The clear fluid glistened against his skin, rivalling even the shimmer of the silk, and Rafayel bucked his hips eagerly into your closed fist.
You smiled into the kiss, were about to murmur more praise for the boy you held so dear, who willingly offered himself to you time and time again, when a hint of pain suddenly registered in your brain. Blinking a few times, you pulled back slightly, lower lip trapped between Rafayel’s teeth before it slipped free.
Panting unevenly, his dark pink eyes gazed back at you dazedly. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes narrowed when your hand squeezed his cock in lieu of a soft reprimand.
“Cutie—,” he choked out and canted his hip upward into the emptiness of your fist. “Please.”
“You bit me,” you pointed out, slightly breathless yourself by now. “I thought you wanted to be good? No complaints and such?”
“I am— being good...”
You simply hummed, not believing a word of it, and brought your head lower, back to his neck and the soft scales that sat there. Your hand continued its soft caresses of Rafayel’s cock, fingers trailing along the underside so lightly he could do little but pant and grunt needily, and your mouth latched back onto his throat before you, too, sank your teeth into his flesh.
Rafayel keened at the sudden pain entering his system and his cock throbbed heavily against your fingers, jumped and twitched so eagerly he might just come on the spot if you weren’t careful.
“You’re— so greedy,” he choked out, although the complaint turned into a whined moan on the last syllable in the most pathetically endearing way.
“You bit me first,” you retorted lowly against his skin. “You’re the one who’s greedy.”
His breathing came in short sharp gasps, eyelids fluttering over glazed pink and skin so beautifully flush you could just eat him up.
He loved this.
There was the intrinsic knowledge that Rafayel could easily turn the tables, but wouldn’t — because he loved being at your mercy like this. Yours, and no one else’s. He wouldn’t mind being tied up by you, to you, with you, so long as it meant he’d be by your side. He never cared about the consequences.
“Well, no more biting for you,” you murmured with a quick kiss to the bite mark left behind and let go of his cock, which merely meekly twitched where it now rested against his abdomen.
Rafayel’s chest heaved with exertion, and his eyes — pupils blown, teal so dimmed it blended with the pink into something utterly foggy and dazed and addicted to nothing and no one but you — followed your every movement as you settled between his legs, lowered your head. It was almost like he wanted his mere gaze to convince you of staying as close to him as physically possible, like a siren luring in a sailor from the shore to drown together with them in complete bliss.
Yet it was Rafayel who gasped for air when you blew a small wisp of your breath across his leaking tip, and it was his throat from which a keen tore free as his hips bucked upwards, into nothing at all, and cum began to dribble pitifully from his slit.
“How pretty,” you cooed as Rafayel’s hips jerked and his abdomen tensed further.
His keen morphed into a whined groan as you, gracious as you were, wrapped your hand around his cock to stroke him through his high, slowly, steadily, even though you knew well enough it was already ruined. You could only imagine how terribly unsatisfying it must have felt, but you didn’t have it in you to feel much pity — not with how gorgeous Rafayel looked right now.
He was flushed to his chest, quivering all over, and from his eyes, soft pearly tears rolled to the sides of his cheeks and down onto the pillow underneath.
“That was,” he grunted, tried to find his voice amidst the huffs of air leaving him, “horrible. Downright awful.”
“But you looked beautiful coming like that. You still do.”
Any further protest from him was swallowed by the hiss leaving his lips as you squeezed him more tightly, and despite his best efforts to be mad at you, Rafayel’s hips bucked into your fist, his cock still hard, still leaking, and his face contorted into a blissful expression of pain.
“Sensitive?” There was no point in asking, of course, yet you did. Anything to hear him whimper more.
“Please, don’t,” he whined.
You delighted in it.
Smiling, you eased your grip, albeit only marginally, and leaned close to kiss the corners of his eyes, tasting salt.
“You’re so cute,” you mumbled against his skin and, when Rafayel was about to speak up, twisted your hand around his cock, his words once more dying on his tongue. “So pretty, just for me. Such a good boy.”
Whether it was because you were too tuned into his pitiful gasps or because the taste of his tears distracted you, you barely gathered how your world suddenly managed to turn upside down as Rafayel yanked your hand away by your wrist and flipped you onto your back, tightly pressing you down under his bare body.
Dumbfounded, you blinked up at the man who had just freed himself, the last burned remnants of silk fluttering softly onto the sheets, and you knew you were done for the moment you caught his gaze — lust-drunk, deep magenta, and predatory.
“Now, that’s quite enough, don’t you think?” Rafayel spoke, voice low and raspy as he heaved. He was still trembling, much to your satisfaction. “You don’t want to spoil your own relaxation by overindulging yourself to the point of boredom. It won’t be effective that way.”
“I don’t think I would ever get bored of it, honestly,” you retorted despite the position you found yourself in. Not that you minded it, of course.
He smiled — genuinely, even if that dark glint remained within the pink of his eyes.
“Mh-hm, I’m sure. But let me return the favour first, just to make it a bit,” he mumbled and leaned down, lips hovering at your throat, ready to bite, ready to mark, “more exciting.”