icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[There's another hitch for you to listen to, right there in his throat as his skin shudders beneath your fingertips. He watched the progress of that hand of yours, of course, with half-lidded eyes.

You're like a drug to him, but you probably already knew that.]

Yes.

[He's wanted nothing more but to be brought down by you this entire evening. It's always like that, when the two of you come together. That isn't going to change, not until the both of you end.]

[ He's setting his hand at the base of your throat and using a finger to tilt your head to one side so that he can nip at your jaw. ]

And if I say confess that I think I want to... tie you up again?

[ He's drawing you close. He wants your cock pressed between your bodies, like so, you see. ]

[His throat grows uncomfortably tight at that point, and the air's shuddering in his lungs. There's just enough of it to fuel a hiss of excitement/frustration the moment he feels the heat between your two bodies.]

I'd ask you to tell me what else you want to do to me, after you've done that.

[There's another thing that you've got him hooked on: getting worked up just by hearing you talk to him while you're tangled together like this, by hearing all of the things you'd like to try by using his body for your pleasure.]

[ He doesn't bother to resist the sigh that passes his lips when he feels the hardness of your cock on his skin. You'll feel his hips shift beneath you as well, as he rubs himself up against your ass. For the record: this is as much torture for him as it is to you... or so he'd like to think.

That hand on your throat is sliding down your chest and following the same path from only a few minutes ago. ]

My mouth, [ he'll curl his fingers lightly around you now, his thumb tracing idle circles over the tip. ] Right here.

[ Now to give that ear of yours the attention it deserves. ] I'm still weighing the pros and cons of putting my fingers in you.

Mm...

[That tapers out into a ragged sigh, and it's accompanied by a helpless buck of your boy's hips. Your grip is too light for him, especially since he's rock hard, desperately hot, and straining for whatever contact you have to offer him.]

Please... [Swallowing now, because his mouth has gone dry.] Please put your fingers in me.

[And please fuck him. He really, really needs you to fuck him.]

[ He's going to move that loose grip over you in an echo of how he held you earlier. ]

I'll think about it. [ He's teasing, promise. The way you look, feel and sound right now is making him dizzy with want.

But first: ] Tie or belt.

[ That's followed by the way his tongue traces the outer curve of your ear; the way his teeth graze along your earlobe. ]

[It's hard to tell whether it's your words or the attention you're lavishing upon him that has his breathing quickening. It's probably both.

On that note, please excuse the slight delay on his end. The choice you've given him made his mind go blank for more than a few seconds, and what you're doing to his ear/how your holding him is distracting.]

Whatever can restrain me better.

[Because now that you've mentioned tying him up, he's hoping to Elaine that you plan on really stretching him out, on rendering him as helpless as the way he feels for you.]

[ He's going to turn his attention to your neck now, because your scent, your warmth -- it's so goddamn addicting. ]

Let me go get both then.

[ He'll think on how that came out so easily later. ]

[Let him distract you even more from that with an attempt at bridging the terrible distance between you both and catching your mouth, yet again, with his.

He is, indeed, starved of you. It's almost as if he's perpetually deprived of the feel of your body and the sight/smell/taste of you, but he only really remembers just how bad it is when you come together.]

[ It's so easy to get caught up in the way you take his breath away, drive him to distraction and actually get him to grip you harder in his hand.

He'll take what you give him for the next few minutes, manage to maybe work you up nice and good before he remembers--

Right. Tie. Belt.

--and then break off that kiss. ]

I need to get the... stuff.

[ How eloquent, Mr. LaRue. ]

[ And in those few minutes, you had your boy squirming beneath your hands, and occasionally incapable of kissing you back properly even if he was the one who started it. He had to shy away more than a few times just to breathe, see, and even those had the tendency to end in not-so-tiny sobs of need.

So much for being the one who started it.

Anyway. There's no eloquent response from this one either. Just another swallow, and eyes so full of you that the look in them's practically criminal. ]

[ Sometime ( maybe ) when you're both not so caught up in each other like this, he's going to tell you just how illegal the way you look can be.

He's going to shift you both and push you down so you're flat on your back, catch your wrists and pin both of your hands close to the head board. Yes, he's going to kiss you again and move his hips over yours because there's an ache between his legs that's making him reconsider what he wants to do, but nobody ever really gets what they want if they let impatience get to them, right?

One last, searing kiss on your ridiculously glorious mouth, Hikaru, and he's pulling back and away to rummage through his sock and tie drawer on the other side of the room. ]

[ While you're gone, your boy isn't sure whether it's a good thing that he's been left a little bit of space to recover in, or whether it's a really bad thing because having you close and working him up was glorious in its own terrible way.

It's right about impossible to move, you know, when you're this turned on. When your pulse is still racing, when your skin still feels like it's being covered by the skin of another. ]

[ There is a very brief moment, when he turns back to you and he stops to take the sight of you in.

'Beautiful' doesn't do you any justice, but it's the one word that comes close.

Crawling back onto the bed now, two ( yes, two ) ties and one of his belts in his hand. ]

You're really sure about this? [ Those are his lips over yours again. Kissing you is addictive, sue him. ]

Yes.

[ You love the way that you look at him, don't you? He's doing that again, and his mouth is back to wanting yours close. ]

God. Yes.

[ It's telling when someone as eloquent as your boyfriend always finds himself short on words when it comes to anything that has to do with you. ]

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[ He's all but feasting on your mouth and inhaling those words as he sets the ties and the belt down on the bed. His hips are also pinning yours in place, as he's rubbing his hardened cock right up against yours. ]

You really do have a thing about restraints, don't you?

[ You... don't really need to answer that. It's rhetorical, and you know how this one actually has a tendency to talk to you when the both of you are in bed. ]

[ He doesn't have to, but: ]

You don't seem to have a problem with it.

[ You might have him dizzy and spread out over your bed, locked in where he is by your weight, but that doesn't stop him from murmuring that question into your ear. ]

[ And that you talk right back is one of those things that get him going. Have another kiss, babe, just as he's kneading a path down to your wrists and then pinning them back right above your head. ]

You know what I'd like better?

[ The look in his eyes are dark, and the look in them is a mix of focus and lust. Go on, ask him what it is that's put that particular expression of want on his face. ]

[ You'll have to excuse the smile that crosses your boy's lips at the way you're holding him down, even if it's obvious that breathing right for him takes some serious effort.

He loves it when you get that particular look on your face. He's already so at home under your weight/under your gaze. ]

What?

[ This is right by your ear as he reaches for the ties. ]

I'd like it if you tied yourself up while I watched.

[ A tug on your ear now and a following kiss to your cheek as he presses both into your hands. ]

[ Well, well, well: who's the kinky one now, mm?

You've certainly managed to surprise your boyfriend, Mr. LaRue. Surprise him and give him something new to chew on. To get excited about. ]

Then how do you want me, sir?

[ Speaking those words over your mouth. ]

[ The laugh you'll hear from him is low, breathless and more than close enough to a sigh. ]

Don't 'sir' me, babe. [ Skimming a hand over your stomach now and taking you in his palm again. ] Just my name, [ a pause as he feels you up ] Please.

[ He'll work you up a little and watch your face while he does that. And then: ]

I just want your wrists on the bedpost, gorgeous. However you prefer, I'm good with.

[ He'd prefer it, actually, if you're game. He's seen how you've been tied up before. He's done a bit of it himself not too long ago. But he wants to honestly know which way you'd choose, at least, when it comes to you both, here and now. ]

[ It is so very difficult to focus on what you are telling him when you have him, quite literally, within the palm of your hand. ]

You're the nicest man whose ever had the privilege of tying me up, and the first who had me do the heavy lifting.

[ And then he's nibbling on your bottom lip, just so, before taking the rest of your mouth with his. He'll keep kissing you, even as he's lowering himself back down on that bed.

You're welcome to chase after his lips. Maybe it'll keep you from noticing the fact that the belt you fetched? It's moving all on its own. By the time your boy finishes with your mouth, he's flat on his back with his wrists crossed together and over his head, firmly attached to your bedpost. There isn't enough slack for him to go very far up if you ever choose to be a terrible tease. Was that deliberate? Who knows?

That leaves two more items that are subject for your approval. Although... ]

Your move, Mr. LaRue. [ His eyes stay right on yours, even if they've grown far too heavy with desire. ] If you need more ties, I can always fetch them for you.

[ Later, he might just tell you that this is the first time that he's used his abilities for something like this. ]

[ He is very much distracted by your mouth and the way you feel right up against him. When he does note that the belt has your wrists tied to that headboard, you'll be pleased to note that he's actually temporarily lost any ability to think beyond how much the sight of you like that turns him on.

When he does get his vocab back though: ]

Let's play this by ear.

[ This is new, this isn't exactly something he would have expected to want, but there you are, restrained and laid out for him to take.

He'll smooth his palms down your thighs and then over your knees, while he bends down to nip along the inside of one thigh. Those hands will move down further, until he can curl his fingers around your ankles, in time to the way he shifts himself so he can track the movement of his mouth closer to where your thigh meets your hip. ]

[ And he watches you that entire time, and watches, by extension, the way his own body tries to follow the progress of your hands by arching up into your touch.

By the time you're down there, his stomach is drawn in taut and the air is trembling in his lungs. His lips are parted, like they already miss having yours on them. He's starting to look dazed again, like it's hard to register the fact that he's actually in this position, and you're actually there.

There are so many ways that this could go, and all of them are pleasant. He's also thinking about nearly every one of those possibilities, and it has his cock hard and twitching in full view of you both. ]

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