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Tyler had given Josh the idea, but he didn't think he would be the one to feel the consequences of his dirty, perverse idea that had settled in his mind like a parasite without his permission to enter.
“So, is the knot tight?” Josh’s soft voice is like a drug he wants to try again and again, with that sweet tone but a hint of mockery.
He moves his hands—as best he can—Clancy's stole remains firmly on his wrists, so much so that he feels he can't move properly or untie the knot. He moves his hips. A slow but deliberate movement, his gaze scanning Josh's relaxed figure, who is simply holding a small object in his hands and playing with it.
Tyler chokes. “Okay. Good knot.”
It was so easy to get aroused when he clearly saw Josh, powerless and dominant. Even without words and just pointing at him with his hands, he could see how Josh was performing so well that his legs were shaking, forcing Tyler to hold back his anxious moans just by feeling the heated gaze directed at every corner of his body.
He was about to break down and they haven't even started yet. How pathetic is that? All he knows is that he's a total whore.
Rough hands slide over the exposed skin of his hip with a tenderness that leaves Tyler breathless, and he can only lean in. His lips part in a soft sigh that indicates his relief at feeling Josh's warmth against his hips. Josh's thumbs slide along the expanse of his hipbone, tracing the area each time he reaches; soft, loving caresses infused with the sweet devotion he feels for him.
He swear he could die right there in front of that tenderness, in the little foreplay that Josh always has to give him every time Tyler wants to be fucked by him.
“Does that feel okay, baby?” He murmured, his voice coming out like velvet that hits Tyler right in the head. “I need you to use words, Ty.”
“Very good,” Tyler spoke as best he could. “It feels good, your hands are so warm. I like them, mhm.”
His body is at Josh's mercy, half-naked, the only thing blocking his view of Tyler being the thin fabric of his dark boxers. The room heats up, the temperature rising as Josh strokes his fingers over his bare skin so slowly it sends tingles through his within minutes, altering Tyler's heart rate with just a squeeze of the plump flesh of those thighs.
A kiss is placed against his hip. Tyler gasps. It was simply a tender touch, but the sting of his mouth has already lingered like a ghost against the skin of his hip. It's hot and burning, and Tyler's mind is clouded by the craving to be touched, more.
Hot and wet, Josh's tongue runs a wide swath from his belly to his chest. The wetness makes him dizzy, and he only moans when Josh blows cool air over his wet skin and feels the cold sensation as it dries. He feels it, his dick throbbing with the arousal that slowly surges like an electric current throughout his body, blood rushing like a precocious teenager straight to his imprisoned cock.
“Are you hard already? I'm barely touching you.” He slipped his tongue between his teeth provocatively. He reached down against the bed, holding the bottle of lube beneath his palm. “Do you really want to make your idea a reality? Okay. I'll take good care of you. Covering you.”
He did it on purpose. Tyler knew he'd said it on purpose, even more so when he looked into those beautiful hazel eyes. If it weren't for his tied hands, he'd be urgently covering his face as the heat rose to his cheeks, painting them that crimson red Josh loved to admire.
“Josh,” he breathed his lover’s name, bucking his hips as he felt Josh’s palm on his boxers. “Please…”
He sees an almost doubtful expression on Josh's face, and it almost brings tears to his eyes. He realized that Josh had really gotten into his role of wanting to break him until he reached orgasm without being touched. He wanted to try it with Josh; he wanted the sight of him broken and tearful beneath his touch. But when Josh's request reached his ears, it was hard to refuse, especially when those puppy-dog eyes looked up at him, eager and pleading.
He doesn't regret it. Damn it, no. he loves the way Josh takes his time giving his a dripping hardness that wants to come. He can't back down, not when those rough hands and that mouth are rubbing all over his body in a way that only manages to cloud his mind, reduce it to dust.
“You're already leaking,” Josh noticed, touching his thumb to the spot where Tyler's dick rests and the fabric of his boxers slowly forming a stain.
He wanted to speak, to scold him, but it was cut off at the tip of his tongue when Josh's hands pulled down his boxers. The cold air hit him hard, so hard that Tyler moaned breathily, spluttering as he felt the air on his hardness.
The tip is reddish, swollen, and oozing precum in torrents. The same fluid slides down his entire length until it falls directly onto his tense belly. Fine veins pop out, throbbing as Josh blows cold air against his length, emitting a quiet moan.
Josh placed a chaste kiss against Tyler's oozing tip, eliciting a gasp from him. “You have a nice cock, Ty.”
Tyler only responds with a pitiful moan, almost fragile from the stimulation against his dick. They don't last even a moment; Josh pulls away and applies such an exaggerated amount of lubricant against his cock and belly that the cold sensation invades him to the bone, and only his body responds with small spasms, while his bound hands move with the restlessness of his action.
Josh's fingers are just beginning to drizzle Tyler's skin with the lube, which flows from his belly to his dick, passing through his inner thighs, in the slippery liquid. Josh only murmurs praises between each caress and slide of his fingers, admiring the trembling that runs through every part of Tyler's body with just his hands, reveling in the worthy sight.
“Do you want to feel something here?” A finger brushes against the singer's anxious hole, rolling in circles with mockery embedded in its gait. “Ah, ah. You're restless, I need words again.”
Tyler cursed under his breath, digging his nails into the skin of his palms and feeling the burn beneath them, moaning pathetically when Josh pretended to enter him, but then pulled away. He just cried, murmuring his name and bucking his hips, anxiety gnawing at his chest in ways he didn't think possible.
“Y-Yes,” he stifled a moan. “Please—fingers, please. Josh, I’m d-dying... Fuck me, fuck me.”
His mind drifted off into another world for a second when Josh, without permission, inserted two fingers into his hole. The lube made the task easier, curling his fingers into each spot inside him with a dexterity that made Tyler moan raggedly as his body spasmed. He breathed in the growing desperation at his inability to move and unable to hold on to the sheets; all he managed to do was claw at his palms.
Thrust after Thrust. Tyler rolls his eyes back as those same two fingers bottom out and plunge straight into his prostate. Heat courses through him, the words leaving his lips with a plea in his voice. He doesn't hold back; he's eager to be heard by Josh, wanting to show him how much his body accepts every touch his fingertips offer, the way he touches him, or the way he tenderly kisses his damp skin, even though his actions tortured him until he saw him broken, shattered from head to toe.
Josh admires the sight of Tyler. Tearful and shaking, legs spread as he only takes two of his fingers properly, choking on moans every time he feels him hit that spot that makes Tyler scream and see stars, and the only thing that manages to leave his lips are constant pleas for more, wanting to feel Josh's fingers hitting every corner of his insides even further.
“Josh!” He yelled his name, bucking his hips. “Yeah, t-there... Right there—fuck, fuck.. hah—another one.”
Josh couldn't deny Tyler anything.
Three fingers fully buried inside Tyler in a way that made it easy to feel the tightness of his hole, feeling how with each thrust he made, Tyler tensed and wrapped around his fingers even tighter in a way that made Josh just grunt, eager, dying to feel the singer squeeze his cock every time he hit that pleasurable spot.
His other hand reaches out for the small object left on the bed, a small vibrator Tyler had bought for this occasion.
He pours lube all over the vibrator again, feeling how easily it slips out of his hand after nearly wasting it again. His fingers continue thrusting Tyler, fucking him and opening him up, hoping to be fully lubricated so he can take him properly.
He turned the vibrator on to normal intensity, sliding it firmly over Tyler's completely soaked hole with a small amount of rubbing. Just a single rub, but Tyler was already trembling from the vibration, the pleasure washing over him like an intense wave that drowned him in his own spit, as well as in the small tears already wetting his shattared face.
“Do you want me inside you, Ty?” Josh slides the vibrator into Tyler, replacing his fingers with the object. He watches him twitch and writhe beneath the white sheets as he intensifies the vibration and his fingers push the object a little deeper. “What happened? Is it too much?”
“N-No!” He bit his tongue, suppressing the urge to beg him to loosen the stole tightly tied around his wrists. “It f-feels good! Very... Very good, mgh–”
Josh hums contentedly, slowly glancing at the small ribbon he'd forgotten between the sheets. He takes it between his fingers, toying with it for a few more minutes, and soon slides the strip from Tyler's heaving chest to where it ends over his cruelly neglected cock, oozing and pooling on his belly as precum continues to drip. The sight is a delight, a work of art Josh takes pride in.
The ribbon slowly wraps around Tyler's dick, a gentle pressure that makes him moan and murmur a small, breathy “no,” knowing his orgasm would be halted. He's tied with a small ribbon, like a gift, and he watches as Tyler's cock twitches at the pressure of the ribbon.
“I'm going to let go of your wrists. You did well,” Josh said with a warm, radiant, puppy-happy smile. “I'll let go and you'll turn over, okay? I want you on your stomach, Ty.”
Tyler nods between a thousand gasps, the vibrator still thrumming inside him. Relief floods his wrists as he feels the knot undo itself, and he twists them as he feels the joint snap back into place. But the relief doesn't last long, not when he has to comply with Josh's second request and turn over. He bucks his hips, the sensation of the vibrator intensifying even more as he raises his ass into view of the drummer, dropping his face back against the soft pillows on the bed as he buries his wet face into one of them.
He can feel the ribbon pressing against his cock, the sting is slight but he can feel himself throbbing to cum but the ribbon prevents him from doing so, held back from the pleasure and his eager release that was getting closer and closer.
He just told him what he wanted, but he didn't expect Josh to do other things so different from what are now making him a mess, more than he imagined.
“Lift your head,” the drummer murmured against the skin of Tyler's neck, making Tyler shudder. “That's good.”
Josh might be a man with all the personality of a golden retriever, with all the sweetness and tenderness hidden among the toned muscles he'd acquired over the years. But inside that caring side, there was him—a completely bossy and obscene side that melts Tyler's heart and shatters what Tyler once called having everything under control.
His head lifts. His eyelashes flutter in a feeble attempt to brush away the tears that have gathered beneath them. The respite is worth feeling, smiling tenderly as Josh places a pile of loving kisses on his back. He wants to look at him, to gaze into his hazel eyes, but the stole that held his wrists moments before now obscures his view of his face.
He gasps contentedly at the firm but gentle grip behind his head. Everything is dark, and all he can manage to murmur is Josh's name.
“Josh...”
He let his head fall back onto the softness of the pillow as he felt his hips rise higher and his dick no longer brush against the silky fabric of the sheets. The sensation was uncomfortable, soaking the stole he wore to concerts with tears.
“It's okay,” Josh replied hesitantly. “I'm here. Hold on a little longer. I know you can.”
Tyler simply nods against the pillow, hugging it with the desire to feel grounded. He can only listen, feel Josh's touch, perceive the change in his breathing and the click of the lube cap. He simply listens, waits patiently, gasping each time he returns his focus to the vibrator still inside him.
A brush. A bump. The soft, wet sensation against his hole makes itself felt as Tyler bites down desperately on the pillowcase, bucking his hips higher as he feels the pressure of his drummer’s cock against his hole, even as the vibrator inside him continues to thrum with an intensity he knows Josh felt when he heard him moan, a broken, desperate sound that remains etched in Tyler’s mind, repeating itself over and over again with intensity.
“Ah! J-Josh!” Tyler moans incoherently as the brute force of his thrust hits him and his whole body falls back against the bed, completely wrecked by the feeling of completeness, of feeling two different things inside him in a way he welcomes, like he was made for it.
Well, maybe he's not metaphorically a whore.
“Do you want me to stop?” Josh gasped, stunned by the vibration he also felt in his cock. “Fuck... You're squeezing me so g-good, Tyler.”
Tyler moves his hips, fascinated by how he takes an object and Josh's cock. “No- it feels good, I'm so full... Josh, move.”
Josh enters him gently, and Tyler gasps breathlessly as Josh pushes deeper into him with that slow motion. His hips twitch, whimpering as his ass is completely flush with Josh's hips, him all the way inside him, hard and hot, Josh's tip lightly kissing the sensitive spot inside him just by having him inside.
His head remains buried in the pillow. At this point, he's lost all the dignity he'd had since the moment he asked the drummer to fulfill his sinful wish. His dignity fell through the window when they both talked it over, when he decided to buy several vibrators, and, among other things, when he allowed himself to be the one ruined by those firm, skillful hands who know how to play the drums. He lost all traces of dignity from the start.
Josh places his hand on Tyler's hip, squeezing his tanned skin. His other hand rises to Tyler's head, pushing it deeper into the pillow and setting a rhythm. Their hips bump together as he thrusts again, the vibrator moving in time with his cock as he sinks deeper into Tyler's tight hole. He fucks him slowly, savoring the vibrations his cock receives.
He hears him groan muffled against the pillow, almost a smothered sound, to which Josh responds with a grunt and thrusts again. It feels good. Tyler's body appreciates each slow thrust, making him gasp every time his glans collides with his prostate. Every time he thrusts, Tyler tenses and envelops his length in the sweltering heat inside him.
“Please, faster... Harder.” Tyler sounded close to tears as he spoke, his voice hoarse and pitiful as he held his breath. “Ah- so good, you’re f-fucking me so good.”
Josh tilts his head, admiring the mess Tyler makes against the pillow. “Yeah? Is that how you want me to fuck you?” he replies, pulling out of Tyler's hole a bit before slamming back in, the obscene sound echoing around the room.
“Yeah, yeah!” Tyler moans into the pillow.
Each thrust hits Tyler's hole hard, growing more intense, more urgent, the heat now concentrated only in their minds. The vibrator makes them moan in unison when Josh decides to turn up the heat; the wave of pleasure courses through their bodies in a way that makes Tyler cry out in pleasure and Josh feels himself plunged into desperation, gathering momentum to grab him by the hips and fuck him.
Wet and obscene, the sound falls through the room in an almost pornographic way, becoming much more like one when Tyler moans in a high-pitched tone, curses, and claws at the sheets beneath him like an animal in heat every time Josh thrusts deep inside.
Josh leans him over, holding him at his disposal, just taking each thrust. The lube helped, too, making it easier to slide in and out with that vibrator in time with the rhythm his thrusts hit every spot inside Tyler. Tyler just moves his hips whenever Josh stops, eager for more, so greedy even though he knows Josh will give him whatever he asks for if he just asks nicely.
The heat increases with the minutes that pass between each thrust, Josh's hips stuttering and his legs weakening as he feels himself close to cumming with each thrust. He can feel Tyler's, who uselessly yearns to be touched.
Tyler moans, begging to be touched, though his goal is to cum without contact. But that's impossible when he's got a damn ribbon tied around his swollen, red cock. The tingling in his belly intensifies, the little bit of precum oozing out from between the tip, nonstop, desperate to cum.
“I-I'm close, Josh... Please, r-remove the ribbon-” He begged, biting down on the tear- and drool-soaked pillow again, bucking his hips as he felt his cock ooze more more.
“Hold on,” came Josh's terse reply.
Tyler trembled, frowning. “I-I can’t! No- I can’t, Josh, please.” He could feel the drummer's gaze on him, even though the dark fabric of the stole covered his eyes. He knew Josh was looking at him doubtfully.
Then he felt it.
The ribbon unwound, releasing the pressure his cock had been holding for several minutes.
Tyler collapses, his body shaking, and he can only moan and repeat over and over that he's about to cum. The thrusts remain strong, and the vibration increases with each passing minute. He can't take it anymore; he breaks into a ragged moan that burns his throat as the orgasm hits him with an unbearable intensity that reduces him to dust.
Josh keeps thrusting, the tension inside Tyler envelops him and he too feels close to cumming.
Without thinking, his cock slides out of Tyler, and he pulls out the vibrator. Slowly, he wraps his palm around his dick, setting a precise rhythm until his orgasm hits him in a wave, cumming in thick, hot jets of cum against Tyler's back; a mess. A few more thrusts against his hand are enough until his cum stops flowing and his body collapses against the bed, falling without a murmur onto the soft sheets.
They both gasp, shattered by the intensity of the orgasm. Josh reaches out, undoing the makeshift bandage made from the stole and staring into those glassy eyes. It takes Tyler a moment to look around before he blinks a few times.
“You fucked my brains out,” Tyler replied with a husky laugh, moving closer to snuggle up to Josh, longing to feel the warmth of their naked bodies. “It was good, I liked it.”
Josh simply runs his fingers through Tyler's brown hair, moving the hair out of the way so he can admire how precious he looks in his arms after a moment of unbridled euphoria.
“We can try it with me another day,” he murmured, trailing kisses all over Tyler's face and helping him clean up the fluids with the fabric of the sheet, cradling his body and listening to him just laugh in the quiet.
“Fuck yeah, I want that,” he responded to the kissing attack, tangled in each other's legs and arms on the bed, which was a mess and soaked with fluids. “Mmm, we have to clean everything up and shower. But not right now, I want to stay like this a little longer.”
They both simply remained snuggled up, enjoying the body heat they gave off, listening at the same time to the sound of their harmonious breathing, filled with a domestic atmosphere.