“I’ll make this good, I promise.”
“I know.”
Ian pushed up on his arm and kissed a line down Sam’s back, trailing his tongue.Sam shivered.Ian lifted himself up off the bed, got the rope and then grabbed some pillows and a black towel to cover them with.He shoved the pillows and towel under Sam’s hips until his ass tilted into the air.Ian let his eyes wander all over Sam’s skin on the dark sheets while he stood beside the bed.Finally, he took one of Sam’s pale, bony wrists in his hand, stroking it before wrapping it carefully in soft nylon rope.
He tied Sam at both wrists and ankles until his body was spread out, all his pale, seductive skin on display.Just the sight of Sam’s fingers gripping the ropes made Ian’s blood pound harder and spots dance in front of his eyes.He sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress and laid his hand on Sam’s back, stroking it in long sweeps.
Now that he had Sam like this, he was almost too excited to go through with it.Afraid he’d come while he had his tongue inside Sam, tasting him and (hopefully) making Sam yank on his bonds and sob in pleasure.
“Ian, please,” Sam whispered, and then it didn’t matter to him if he did come that way, as long as Sam was happy.Crazily, out-of-his-mind happy.Ian trailed fingers down his long spine and watched Sam’s toes curl and his calves flex.
“Oh, kiddo,” Ian whispered, watching other muscles in Sam’s body tense at his touch.Could Sam hear the beat of his heart?Was it loud enough?He wouldn’t be surprised.“Just hang on.”
He tried to go slow, but he might have hurried the trip his mouth took from the nape of Sam’s neck to the end of his spine.Ian couldn’t wait to get there, and guessing by the soft noise Sam made every time he exhaled, neither could he.Ian’s fingers trembled when they pulled Sam’s cheeks apart, and he couldn’t make himself tease anymore.He tasted, swirling around Sam’s hole and making his body jerk.Under the slight bitterness of old lube, Sam tasted like growing things.Which was a weird thought, but seemed so perfectly him.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” Ian groaned, the whiskers of his chin scraping Sam’s skin, leaving his mark on Sam.Oh fuck.
Moving slowly, Ian worked his way inside Sam, and soon he had Sam moaning.Ian fucked Sam’s hole with his tongue, and lost himself in it for a while.He felt Sam’s glutes tense next to his face, like he was trying to trap Ian there and never let him go, to keep him fucking and sucking on his ass forever.Ian rolled Sam’s nuts between the fingers of one hand, using the other to stroke Sam’s lower back.He soaked in the taste of Sam and the smell of him in the air and the sounds they made—Sam’s noises and the sucking, licking sound of Ian working him with his lips and tongue, and the occasional scrape of teeth.
Sam was tied too tightly to thrust his hips more than a little, but soon he was nearly sobbing.His every other word was “please,” and most of the rest were incoherent.Then Ian heard him cry, “I’m gonna—” and he looked up to see Sam’s shoulder blades lifting from his back like wings trying to burst from his skin.
I’m going to make him fly.
Ian stopped.
Sam groaned, gripping the ropes until his hands were white.Ian couldn’t crawl up his body fast enough, or lube his dick quickly enough—he’d give thanks for the no-condom thing later, when he had the time.His cock met barely any resistance pushing into Sam’s ass, and he watched Sam’s back muscles strain, trying to reach out for Ian and bring him inside.
It was hard as hell, but Ian slowed himself down.Making Sam vibrate with need, his arms taut and his shoulder blades vividly outlined under his skin.Sam was whimpering incoherently by the time Ian had sunk all the way in, his balls pressed up tight against Sam’s.
He stayed still, propped on his elbows over Sam, shaking and gulping air.“I don’t know how long I can—”
“Oh God,” Sam groaned.“Please.”
Ian fucked him.Each stroke in reverberated through him, like shocks from an earthquake or a tidal wave, forcing his lungs to gasp out air and his toes to curl and his hips to jerk.And Sam to cry out.
Ian made it for about a minute, and then—thank fuck—he could feel the first spasms of Sam’s muscles contracting around his cock, and Sam started screaming himself hoarse.
Ian’s eyes rolled back in his head and his nuts shrunk up tighter than peas.He slammed into Sam, trying to force Sam to take him all, pelvis and hips and everything.His whole body was one giant ache and it all ignited at once, making him shout.Then everything—all that sensation—drained out of him, leaving him completely sated.
They lay there, panting and twitching, sweat sealing them together, until Ian worked up enough muscle control to shakily reach for the bandage shears and cut through the ropes on Sam’s wrists.Sam’s arms flopped on the bed, and he groaned from his belly.
“Okay?”Ian panted.
“Oh fuck yes,” Sam answered.Ian worked up to freeing his ankles and yanking the pillows out from under his hips.Eventually he curled around Sam, kissing him endlessly, feeling Sam’s consciousness sink away from him with each heartbeat.
This time, Ian fell asleep too.
Sam popped into consciousness in the morning with that tingly sense that something specific had woken him.Ian had, by staring at him.Sam blinked until he brought Ian into focus, giving him time to look away.
Ian blinked back.He reached out with his finger and lightly stroked Sam’s nose.The side of his face was smashed into the pillow, sunlight lining the other cheek.His lips parted, close enough for Sam to feel his breath.He followed his finger with his eyes, stroking Sam’s nose, then ran his finger across Sam’s cheekbone.He pushed off from his pillow, and Sam rolled onto his back as Ian came over him, pressing him into the bed, forcing his thighs to make room.
“Missed you,” Ian whispered right before he kissed Sam, and somehow it made sense, even though Sam had lain next to him all night.
Missed you, too, Sam thought.He couldn’t say it because Ian was keeping his mouth busy, full of his tongue and taste and breath.Sam couldn’t even gasp at the sensation of Ian’s foreskin slipping in the groove between Sam’s groin and his leg.He fought Ian’s hold—his arms were everywhere, caging Sam in—to slide hands around to Ian’s ass and feel his muscles flex while he rocked against him.When Sam gripped him and squeezed, just to feel the resilience there, Ian tore his mouth away from Sam’s and gasped.He bit at the tendon at the base of Sam’s neck—Sam’s turn to gasp.Not just from teeth but from scratchy whiskers and heat and the feeling that Ian was trying to consume him.Gnawing up his neck to Sam’s ear, then panting in rhythm with his hips as he ground against Sam.Sam pushed back, helping Ian along, giving him resistance to thrust against.
Ian wrapped one arm around Sam’s neck, fingers clamped on his shoulder, holding him still for leverage.“Oh God,” he whispered, and Sam realized how close Ian was.In a rush, he was there, too, right on that edge.
“Ian,” Sam whispered for encouragement.Ian moaned low in his ear, and Sam gripped his cheeks harder, rubbing his finger against that tender spot between them.
