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Rafayel felt like it had been hours since he was last touched. His entire body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and he was panting softly. His normally flawless ivory tone was tinted with red here and there due to the expert knots that decorated his upper torso.
The silk rope was bent and twisted almost poetically around him. Lark head knots melded seamlessly with clove hitch knots, only to be upstaged with the large French Bowline that attached Rafayel’s wrists together at the small of his back.
Every time he shifted the knots moved with him, rubbing his infuriatingly sensitive skin and crowding his mind with a thick miasma of lust and need.
Rafayel licked his upper lip and chanced a shy glance down at the man relaxing underneath him.
Sylus was lazily reclining against the headboard of the solid oak bed, half-lidded eyes raking up and down Rafayel’s prone form periodically. Sylus’ smirk grew when his eyes caught sight of the restrained man’s cock, bright red and painfully erect. Pearls of pre-come trickled steadily from the flushed tip, clear physical evidence that the man above him was enjoying this. If it wasn’t for the cock ring encircling his length, Rafayel would have let go and climaxed already.
Sylus reached out and wrapped a loose fist around the needy man suspended in front of him.
“You like this, don’t you?”
Rafayel whimpered in embarrassment and flushed a deep red. It was true, he loved being tied up and on display like this.
His back was arched beautifully, forcing his chest into the cool air of the bedroom. His legs were splayed wide open; robbing him of his ability to hide himself from that piercing gaze like he so desperately wanted.
His knees rubbed against the jeans that hung low on Sylus’ hips; the rough friction both arousing and irritating to his delicate skin.
Fuck, how much longer was he going to have to suffer like this?
“Stop thinking and answer me.” Sylus demanded in a gentle tone. He tugged once, twice on Rafayel’s over sensitized length for emphasis.
Rafayel moaned and tried to shuffle away from the stimulation. Quick as lightning Sylus’ hand grabbed the leash attached to Rafayel’s slave collar; preventing his submissive from moving very far.
He wrapped the rope around his palm a couple of times as he pulled Rafayel’s face closer to him, looking straight into those large eyes; searching for any sign of discomfort. When Sylus saw nothing but deep dual-colored eyes glazed over in wanton pleasure he closed the distance between their mouths, lips barely brushing.
“Beg for it.”
Rafayel shivered and closed his eyes. But Sylus’ lips were so close... All he needed to do was lean forward and he could finally taste his master after hours of restricted contact.
He sensed movement from beneath him and his eyes shot open when he felt Sylus move away from him.
No, no, no, no!
“Oh god, no Sylus please no, please come back!” His panting increased as he shot Sylus a panicked stare that he hoped looked desperate enough.
Sylus tsked at him, but he slid back into his original position anyway. He wrapped the leash around his hand again and pulled it taut to demonstrate his displeasure.
“Why should I stay? Not only did you not answer me but you tried to kiss me even though I don’t recall giving you permission to do so.”
Rafayel lowered his eyes and whimpered again. Despite the fact that he was ashamed of his inability to answer simple questions he found himself growing harder at his master’s verbal correction.
“I will ask you again and if you don’t tell me what I want to hear, I will plug your ass, turn it on high vibrate and leave you here. Alone.”
Sylus punctuated the end of his sentence with light tugs on the leash.
“Tell me what you want, Rafayel.” Sylus licked his lips and ran his hands up the restrained man’s thighs. He slid his left hand around and teased Rafayel’s opening, still very slick from their earlier activities. Sylus dipped a finger into that tight ring of muscle, and garnered a shocked a squeak from the man above.
“I need you, Sylus... I need you deep inside of me because I can’t come until you do and I need to come. I can’t take it anymore I will do anyth—”
Rafayel was cut off from his wanton pleading when a pair of plush lips crashed onto his. Sylus swallowed the other’s desperate words like they were liquid ambrosia and started pushing two, then three fingers into Rafayel; stretching him wide in preparation for his cock.
Being tied up was wrecking Rafayel’s senses and it made him crave contact even more. As much as he wanted to fall forward and press his overheated body against his master in front of him; the ties that connected him to the support beams up above him allowed for minimal motion. He groaned in frustration only to have it be choked off when Sylus took that opportunity to slide his tongue right into Rafayel’s open mouth.
Sylus broke away from Rafayel’s lips and moved down to the side of his jaw, sucking large vicious hickeys into the flushed skin. His lips ghosted the edge of his submissive’s collar as he reached his favorite spot on Rafayel’s neck. He sucked on the area where neck met shoulder and relished in the moans that he ripped from Rafayel’s throat, that velvety chocolate voice dripping with desire sent twin shivers down his own spine.
Without warning Sylus bit down on the sensitive area, drawing blood and whimpers from his restrained partner. Sylus smirked as he lovingly lapped at the blood that swelled from his small bite mark. Sylus forced himself apart from Rafayel and leaned back to admire his handiwork.
He loved seeing Rafayel like this. Sweating and desperate for cock. Kiss swollen lips parted so his breathy ah ah ah!’s could escape. Hips grinding uselessly into the air in an instinctual plea for stimulation. He licked his lips and reached over to the top of the side table and grabbed the shears that they kept in their rope play kit.
The scissors were only supposed to be used for emergencies, but Sylus was feeling impatient and he didn’t want to take the time to untie all of those lovely knots before he fucked Rafayel open nice and slow, so he settled on the shears.
“Oh you are going to cut these? They’re expensive!”
“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”
He wrapped and arm around Rafayel to support the younger man as he cut the support ropes up above. Rafayel fell forward and fit his head into the crook of Sylus’ neck.
Gentle fingers tested the knots that were still tied securely to his body, a silent signal asking if Rafayel wanted the rest of the rope removed or not. He shook his head no after a second of deliberation.
Sylus shifted Rafayel around and forced the younger man onto his knees. He pressed a large hand onto the upper part of Rafayel’s back and pushed him down into the mattress bending Rafayel into a beautiful arch and setting his tight opening on display.
Rafayel groaned and buried his face into the pillows as best he could. He could feel Sylus’ sharp gaze study him and although it make him feel uncomfortable; like an object in a shop window; it also spiked his anticipation up tenfold.
Heat settled all around them as Sylus reached inside of his already unzipped pants to pull out his leaking erection. After taking a second to apply some lubricant, he leaned over to position himself right at Rafayel’s needy entrance. Sylus licked and bit at the whorl of Rafayel’s ear before uttering three of Rafayel’s least favorite words.
“Don’t move.”
Rafayel held his breath as Sylus slowly entered him. It was only the fear of not being properly fucked that kept Rafayel in place even though he so desperately wanted to shove his hips backwards and impale himself onto the thick cock currently entering him at a snail’s pace.
Sylus smirked into Rafayel’s hair when he felt the man beneath him shiver and fight to keep still. There was nothing better than making his partner lose control and Sylus was aiming just for that.
Sylus abruptly pulled himself away from Rafayel once he had embedded himself inside of his partner. He then started lazily thrusting into the man below him, drawing more trembles and half sobs from Rafayel with every withdrawal.
Rafayel felt like his whole body was on fire. The fact that Sylus had pulled away and left his cock as their only point of contact did not help at all. He let out a low moan when Sylus changed his angle and brushed near that one spot inside of him; the one spot that could make him literally see stars.
“Tell me how it feels.” Sylus grabbed a handful of Rafayel’s silky purple hair and tugged the man’s head up out of the pillows.
“It feels exquisite master,” Rafayel whimpered. All Sylus needed to do was angle his next thrust to the right and Rafayel would be gone. He would collapse in a pile of nerves and sounds and pure un-concentrated want.
Rafayel tensed when he felt Sylus’ right hand reach around to grasp his poor neglected cock.
“I’m going to remove the ring here.”
Rafayel could have jumped for joy, but he was ordered to stay still.
“But you are still not allowed to come. Not until I say so.”
Rafayel’s mind was already too far gone to even think about being upset.
This is torture.
Rafayel was so close he could taste his impending orgasm on the air and if his master’s familiar heavy breathing and quiet moans were any indication, that meant that Sylus was close as well.
“Come. Now.” Sylus gasped as he thrust in deeper than he ever had before, slamming into Rafayel’s prostate and making the younger man beneath him scream and abruptly climax all over the sheets beneath him.
“Don’t fall. I never gave you permission to move.”
The command cut through the fog of pleasure and satisfaction that invaded Rafayel’s body and he caught himself before he collapsed completely. Sylus took a deep breath and draped himself over Rafayel’s back, the rope rubbing against his nipples and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. The change in positions made Rafayel whimper pathetically into the pillow; deep penetration was never something that Rafayel could take for long.
Sylus gave one last grunt and filled Rafayel to the brim, the warm release sending extra shockwaves throughout his entire body. Rafayel whimpered as Sylus continued to fuck his load deeper into his pliant body; the excess fluid dripping out with every slow withdrawal; trailing down his thighs to mix with his own sinful white come pool on the sheets from earlier.
Sylus pulled himself from Rafayel and grabbed the emergency shears from the far corner of the bed.
“Hold still.” He said as he cut away the rest of the ropes and bindings seeing as how Rafayel was no longer conscious.
Sylus smirked as he gathered Rafayel up and carried him into the bathroom.