His eyes blazed into me, and I forced myself to look back at him. My heart was hammering in my chest. When John-Francis spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper.
“Guess I’d been holdin’ onta it f’yourself all this time, aye?”
One moment he’d been standing at the end of the bed, staring at me, the next John-Francis was crushing me beneath a violent kiss. He was wet, his skin icy cold and yet it was like a salve, cooling my body as it burst into flames. I moaned as he delved his tongue into my mouth, hungry and desperate, and my hands stroked their way down his sides.
John-Francis wasn’t wasting any time. Still attached at the mouth, he yanked at my boxers, and I lifted my hips obediently to let him rip them from me. I’d barely kicked them off before he was sucking my cock into his mouth. A loud, needy groan burst from me, my whole body jerking in response. John-Francis just groaned, the vibrations of his voice setting me alight.
“F-f—” Was all I managed to splutter, my head falling back into the pillows. My hips curled up of their own accord, eager for more and when John-Francis began stroking his hands up the insides of my thighs, his touch light and tickling, I shuddered. Every brush of his fingers was like electricity and my cock pulsed against his tongue.
“I—” My breath caught. “I can’t be takin’ much more o’ that,feck!”
Withone hand coming to cup and massage my balls, and the other stroking a thumb up and down my taint, I felt myself slowly unravelling. My mind fell blank and another ragged moan slipped between my lips, and yet as I reached for John-Francis’s head, keen to grab a handful of his hair, he backed away.
“Ya’ll be takin’ as much as I’d be wantin’ ya to, like,” he replied breathlessly. Still petting me, he teased the head of my cock, now rock hard and sensitive, with his tongue and when I throbbed in response, he laughed. “Y’like that, aye?”
“I’d be likin’ feckin’ everythin’ ya do,” I growled between clenched teeth. I spread my thighs in blatant invitation, hoping to entice him.
As John-Francis continued to tease me with light touches that made me ache, I shoved my hands beneath the pillows, eager for something to grab hold of. I was confused for a moment when my skin brushed cold metal, until I remembered the cuffs. I held back a feral grin.
“Y’wanna have some fun tonight, now?” I asked, lifting my head to look down at John-Francis. He held my eye contact, trailing the flat of his tongue up the length of my cock and when I groaned, he treated me to a feral grin.
“Are we not havin’ fun already, like?”
“Aye, but I’ve got an idea f’a bit more. C’mere.” I jerked my chin at him. “I wanna kiss ya.”
He played right into my hands. I grasped the cuffs tightly, ensuring they were open and ready to go. John-Francis leant in over me, kissing me roughly and when I was sure he was distracted, I struck.
“—The feck?!” he spluttered as I pushed him away roughly and rolled him over. Capitalising on his confusion, I clipped one of the cuffs around his wrist. He fought me, but to my delight I had the upper hand. My bicep bulged as I forced both of his wrists backwards, just about managing to get the other locked into place, trapping John-Francis to one of the spindles of the headboard.
“Ya a sneaky wee bastard, aye,” he snarled at me, though I could tell there was no real malice behind his words. John-Francis fought against his bindings and when they held, I grinned down at him.
“Takin’ it ya’d forgotten ya’d bought those wee cuffs an’ all, like?” I teased, laughing when he scowled at me. I shuffled back on my knees, hard cock juttingout into the air between us, as I surveyed my handiwork. “Y’look good all trussed up, y’know.”
“Don’t ya be gettin’ used ta it. I’d be—” John-Francis stilled, his complaints dying as I leant in and eased my hand down the front of his jeans. I wasn’t the only one who was hard and I smirked at him.
“Doesn’t look like ya’d be mindin’ it either, aye?”
I set about stripping the remainder of John-Francis’s clothes off, pleased that he didn’t fight me on it. As soon as he was fully undressed, I bent forward and eagerly slipped his cock into my mouth.
“That’s good,” he hissed with a low moan, lifting his hips up to me.
I set about sucking him, keen to bring him up to speed. Every time I drew a ragged sigh or a deep groan, I felt my dick pulse, and it just served to spur me on.
“Y’like bein’ played wi’?” I asked, voice rough. I trailed my fingers down over his taint and slipped one between his arse cheeks, teasing him.
“It’s been a wee while, but I’d not be mindin’ it, like,” John-Francis replied, his chest heaving for breath.
“Can I, then?”
He nodded and I eased myself up onto my knees, stretching for the lube I’d set aside earlier. I squeezed a generous glob out onto my fingers before cautiously lowering myself down, lying on my front between John-Francis’s legs. He opened up for me, a shiver running through his body as I pressed my cold, slick digits against his hole.
“A wee bit chilly, is it?” I teased, circling the puckered ring of muscle.
“Ah, feck off, now,” he laughed breathlessly. When I glanced up at him, he cast me a sexy grin. “Y’gonna be regrettin’ playin’ wi’ me once I’m outta these things, like.”
“That a threat, now?” I countered.
“A promise.”
