[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ He can feel you shift beneath him, and as a result, he can't help but smile into your skin before he's looking up at you. ]
You're so quiet... [ whispering that now as he tugs your ankles up so that your knees are slightly bent on either side of him, before the shadow of a grin touches his lips and he breathes over you.
Not taking you into his mouth yet. Just getting close enough to promise that he will.
[ He's definitely not so quiet now, not with the way that single move on your part made him shudder and wrung a ragged sigh from his throat, and made those hands of his flex like they suddenly want to be on you, or draw you closer. ]
You're a little distracting.
[ Just a little bit. And did his voice quiver there? Yeah. Can you blame him? Given the fact that you're between his legs, probably not. ]
[ That cuts off in a moan, and his hips immediately rise up like his body is, once again, trying to push more of himself up into your mouth. He's kind of past the point of trying to stay in control. He's waited for something like this for far too long, in his opinion --
-- which he'd certainly be able to articulate better in other circumstances. Right now, it's all he could do to breathe right and moan a little more. You'll hear the way your belt digs a bit into his wrists, and holds fast to that headboard. ]
[ You'll hear him hum with satisfaction deep in his chest when you lift your hips to greet him. He's grown well-acquainted with the shape of you between his lips and the rhythm of your body when the both of you get like this.
Your cock is hard and full in his mouth, he lets his tongue rub up against the vein on the underside of it as he attempts to take you deeper, so much so that he'll let the tip of you hit somewhere towards the very back of the roof of his mouth.
In the meantime, his hands have come to anchor themselves on your hips to pin you down; fingers curled inwards to keep you as still as he can manage. ]
[ There's another moan the moment he feels the tip of his dick go that deep into your mouth, and the next moan he that leaves his lips tapers out into a whine between his teeth once he's registered the fact that you're trying to hold him down.
His eyes might be fixed on the ceiling now, his head pressed deep into your pillows, but the only thing he's really seeing and feeling through is you.
It's so remarkably hard to breathe now. You'll get the sense, first hand, of how he's starting to writhe between your body and the sheets. ]
[ It gets him going, hearing you sound that way, feeling you shift beneath his hands and know that he's doing this to you. You'll feel him suck in a breath around you, the barest hint of teeth as he trembles. One hand is moving up, over your stomach and past your navel now, even as he tries to resist rubbing himself off on the sheets.
The way he's focused on you, by the way, is in the manner that he's moving around you and seems to have no intention of coming up fpr air unless absolutely necessary -- and he doesn't even do it by pulling back and away. Whatever retreat he has to do ends with his lips still kissing the tip of your cock and tracing lazy circles over the opening with his tongue. ]
[ All of that's enough to get him to whimper just over the pillow, as he turns his face away and shuts his eyes in an attempt to steady himself (it doesn't work). Said whimpers only end up smaller with each stroke from your end, smaller and a little more desperate.
He feels a bit like he's suffocating, because the air he draws in on the short breaths that he manages to push out from his lungs is hot with his own desire. ]
Josh...
[ Your name stutters out just so. He's started to tremble in earnest beneath you. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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'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. ]
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[ 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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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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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You're so quiet... [ whispering that now as he tugs your ankles up so that your knees are slightly bent on either side of him, before the shadow of a grin touches his lips and he breathes over you.
Not taking you into his mouth yet. Just getting close enough to promise that he will.
Eventually. ]
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You're a little distracting.
[ Just a little bit. And did his voice quiver there? Yeah. Can you blame him? Given the fact that you're between his legs, probably not. ]
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Am I really that distracting?
[ He's going to take you into his mouth now and suck you off slow and steady. ]
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[ That cuts off in a moan, and his hips immediately rise up like his body is, once again, trying to push more of himself up into your mouth. He's kind of past the point of trying to stay in control. He's waited for something like this for far too long, in his opinion --
-- which he'd certainly be able to articulate better in other circumstances. Right now, it's all he could do to breathe right and moan a little more. You'll hear the way your belt digs a bit into his wrists, and holds fast to that headboard. ]
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Your cock is hard and full in his mouth, he lets his tongue rub up against the vein on the underside of it as he attempts to take you deeper, so much so that he'll let the tip of you hit somewhere towards the very back of the roof of his mouth.
In the meantime, his hands have come to anchor themselves on your hips to pin you down; fingers curled inwards to keep you as still as he can manage. ]
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His eyes might be fixed on the ceiling now, his head pressed deep into your pillows, but the only thing he's really seeing and feeling through is you.
It's so remarkably hard to breathe now. You'll get the sense, first hand, of how he's starting to writhe between your body and the sheets. ]
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The way he's focused on you, by the way, is in the manner that he's moving around you and seems to have no intention of coming up fpr air unless absolutely necessary -- and he doesn't even do it by pulling back and away. Whatever retreat he has to do ends with his lips still kissing the tip of your cock and tracing lazy circles over the opening with his tongue. ]
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He feels a bit like he's suffocating, because the air he draws in on the short breaths that he manages to push out from his lungs is hot with his own desire. ]
Josh...
[ Your name stutters out just so. He's started to tremble in earnest beneath you. ]
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