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The ebony scrap of lace swathed over this eyes is a dainty dichotomy, rough and soft all at once, blacking out his vision yet allowing gentle gleams and glints of saffron light to drip through the delicate tatting, like cabochons of coruscant citrine and handsome heliodor.
He tips his head, angling it just so, to try and catch a glimpse, no matter how small, of the radiant plains of Paytai's flawless face, the lithe lines of his beautiful body, the direction his heuristic hands are reaching for next.
A small breath of a laugh from above has Ramil twisting beneath the weight of him, where Paytai is straddling his thighs, his ear turning towards the amused sound, his senses heightened into overdrive with the way Paytai has been teasing him — how long for, Ramil doesn't know; it feels like days, weeks, eons.
The restraints jingle above his head when he fists his hands, like prayer bells hanging in the eaves of a temple, supple leather bound together by unforgiving metal, fastened tightly enough to pinch the skin at his wrists.
Gasping, open-mouthed and debauched, he arches up into the sudden gnash of teeth at his chest, his shoulders almost leaving the bed entirely, chasing them as Paytai pulls back.
The hot, wet heat that follows sends Ramil's abdominals twitching, Paytai's tongue leaving a trail of ice in its wake as his saliva cools cruelly in the room's air-conditioning, raising goosebumps along every inch of his flesh.
Then, Paytai closes his lips around Ramil's stiffened nipple, his tantalising tongue circling the sensitive bud, his teeth sharp and unrelenting.
Slowly, he sits up, and Ramil mourns the loss of his sinful mouth, audibly grumbling his displeasure.
Huffing a fond laugh, Paytai grabs for something from the mattress beside them, the sound of it unrecognisable, tinkling gently in his hands, like a small bunch of keys, or a parure of gold and gemstones.
"This will only hurt a little," Paytai tells him, his voice so sultry and full of arousal that it sends a wanton shiver down Ramil's spine.
He nods eagerly, his breath coming faster as his galloping heart skips several beats in his chest, the luscious lie that oozes from Paytai's mouth, so achingly sweet that he can almost taste it, decadent as a plump, ripe fig.
Cold metal skims over his diaphragm, making him flinch, his breath catching in his throat, his body instinctively trying to move away from it as it tickles at his skin, sinking himself into the mattress.
The pain that follows is instant, keen as a well-whetted blade, as Paytai fastens a biting clamp over one of Ramil's nipples, followed swiftly by the other.
Ramil sucks several harsh breaths through his teeth, his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-come onto his stomach, where Paytai has been pointedly ignoring it for what must be hours now.
He struggles fruitlessly against the restraints, grunting when they only seem to grow tighter, nipping at his skin and mercilessly plucking the hair from his arms.
A callow complaint is on the tip of his tongue, stained in silver as it is, yet all his thoughts are forgotten when Paytai gives the connecting chain looped between the clamps an abrupt, pitiless tug.
“Fuck,” Ramil cries out, pain blooming like a ruthless rose across his chest, the curse turning to a moan when Paytai finally swallows his cock.
Paytai hums around him, the vibration sending another moan from Ramil's lips, his nails digging carnations and crescent moons into his palms when he desperately clenches his fists.
“Paytai,” he breathes, twisting and turning his head towards his bicep, to rub at the blindfold, to pull it from his eyes so he can watch in lovestruck awe as Paytai deftly brings him to his climax.
Again, Paytai pulls at the chain, and Ramil imagines the delicate links of argent wrapped securely around his slender fingers.
Ramil whines, reedy and embarrassing, the shock of pain pulsing in his cock and both of his nipples like a feverish heartbeat, his balls drawing up with how close he is to coming down Paytai's throat.
Pulling off of Ramil's cock, the lewd pop echoing lasciviously in the room around them, Paytai clicks his tongue in annoyance.
“Didn't you promise me you'd be good?” he asks on an audible pout as he puts pressure on the clamps once more, a warning, not quite the chastising pull from before.
“I will, I will,” Ramil pants, oxygen elusive as he works to catch his breath, his body flushed crimson and slick with sweat.
“Hm…” Paytai considers his answer, “I’ll give you one more chance, but only because you're so pretty like this,” he coos, running his manicured nails over Ramil’s torso, making him whimper.
Then, he sobers and the dangerous demand returns to his tone, “keep the blindfold on or you don't get to come”.
Ramil nods desperately, willing to do absolutely anything to have Paytai's luscious lips around him again, “I will, I will,” he repeats, breathless and frantic, as his eyelids flutter under the displaced fabric.
There's a pause, stretched out and loaded, like a starter pistol, before Paytai takes Ramil into the heavenly heat of his mouth once more, easily bringing him over the edge into blissful nothingness.