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“Look at him, detka, it is good to look, that's what we are here for.”
That alone was enough to bring a blush to John's cheeks.
His eyes slowly raised from near Nik's shoes, the flush spreading to his ears as he took in the sight again.
Nik made a mental note to compliment Soap, when the Sergeant could appreciate it properly.
He really was exquisite like this.
The rope was perfect, a soft light shade to stand out on his tanned skin, the beautiful sun kiss fading across his chest under dark hair.
It would leave stunning welts, an indented map of where he pulled and felt the bite of nylon.
Simon knew what he was doing. A clever twist here, a specific knot placed there, a coiled loop, he'd framed Soap’s hard body perfectly, softening his angles and showing off all the things he adored.
The clip snapped as Simon pulled the slack away firmly, leaving Soap resting on his knees, the weight taken comfortably by the rope and the padded table top.
Nik hummed in appreciation at the display. “I think this is my favourite so far,” he moved forward and patted Simon on the arm, “you are an artist Chuvuh, he looks beautiful.”
“Spasiba Nikolai.”
Nik beckoned John forward, “what do you think, detka? Is he not stunning?”
John was hesitant, shy of admitting to what he liked. But his eyes burned, the blue bright with intrigue and curiosity.
“Iss' proper pretty.” He mumbled, tipping his head to look at Soap’s thick legs.
“It's called a mermaid tie,” Simon offered, pointing to the line of knots securing Soap's leg, keeping it firmly folded in half, calf to thigh, his foot made into an almost elegant point.
“May I?” Nik shrugged out of his jacket and gestured to Soap’s prone form.
Simon smiled, none too proudly, and nodded, moving back to the sideboard and grabbing a drink. Happy to admire his work.
“John, here, look.” Nik stood at the end of the small padded table, sliding a hand gently along the rope over Soap's face.
He cupped underneath his chin, feeling the dampness of drool and lifted.
John swallowed loudly as Soap's eyes opened to lock with his. Bright, almost feverish, a haze of arousal and lust.
“It is beautiful, no?” Nik said softly, “the calm of a willing surrender, the anticipation of use.” He felt John shudder next to him.
“Do you wanna watch the first one?” Simon approached, one hand on his drink, the other reaching to trail a finger over the rope.
Soap shivered, goosebumps rushing over his skin.
Nik nodded as he put an arm around John, trapping him against the table. Keeping Soap's head in his hand, gripping his chin to stop him from looking away, “eyes on Johnathan zaychick, let him see the first in your eyes.”
A tiny noise escaped around the rope gagging Soap's mouth. He shifted minutely, unable to move in his bindings, his fingers flexing as Simon kneaded the free portions of his skin.
Simon dipped two fingers in his drink, dragging them across Soap's cock and into his folds. The Bourbon would leave a burning, tingly trail. Soap's eyes rolled back, his body arched with a quiet moan as Simon pushed those two fingers deep into his cunt. The first orgasm was quick to crest.
John gasped, his fingers digging into Nik's arm, watching Soap free fall in real time.
Simon's thrusts were slow and firm, drawing out the tension, filling the room with the wet sound of pleasure. He whispered praise as Soap shuddered again and another quiet moan leaked around the gag, Nik's palm now wet.
"So pretty," Nik cooed at the younger man, keeping his grip firm as he felt Soap's head get heavier. "Eyes up, Good Boy."
The praise made Soap keen behind the rope, his brows pinched together as Simon withdrew his hand, hushing the noise.
Nik rubbed a soothing circle into John's tummy, reminding him to breathe. Listening with quiet glee and the shakey breath mirroring Soap's.
"Another?"
Soap's eyes flicked from Nik to John, waiting, shivering.
"Do you want to see another?"
John glanced at Nik, the flush turning the tips of his ears crimson, "yeh? Yeh, fuck Nik, tha' was....was somethin' else."
"Tell him."
"I wanna watch 'nother one, make him do that again, Simon."
"Yes Sir."