Being around this many people and making mindless small talk has me wanting to throw myself off a cliff.
Gloom takes Cupio’s hand and pops us right into his bedroom. A room I haven’t even seen before.
It’s masculine in a way I didn’t expect. I almost feel like I’m in a wood cabin, not in a luxurious mansion overseeing the sprawl of Cupidale below.
The bed is made of wood, and there’s a dark plaid pink blanket on the top. Along the walls are landscapes of different realms, and a worn trunk sits at the end of the bed.
“Oh cute, what’s in the trunk?” Gloom asks, already unlatching it while Cupio attempts to stop him. “Oh shit, Head Cupid, you’re a little freak, huh?“ Gloom says, and I immediately make my way over to see what’s in the trunk.
Ropes, latex gloves, toys of a surprising amount of variety.
“Well, it’s been a long while since that box has been opened,” Cupio says, embarrassment heating his cheeks.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Especially not when I can find some good use for this,” I say, holding up the pink butt plug. It’s bright pink with glitter, with a bulbous base.
Gloom arches his eyebrow and Cupio looks nervous. The last thing I want is for him to shut down like last time. I look back into the box and notice that the ropes are the most predominant item in this chest of treasures.
“Cupio, love, would you mind undressing our boy and getting him tied up nice and tight so we can play with him?”
Cupio blinks, and Gloom licks his lips and immediately starts ripping off his clothes.
“That is definitely a plan I can get down with,” Gloom says, tossing his shirt into a corner and tugging down his pants and briefs, granting me a gratuitous view of his lovely, caged cock.
“Oh,” Cupio says, staring down at Glooms’ confined length.
Gloom groans and cups himself. “Sweetheart, I don’t know if I can be tied up and keep this on,” he says to me, and I grin.
I’ve never been someone’s sweetheart. It’s not a term I would have ever given myself. I’m not sweet.
But Gloom thinks I am.
“What do you think, Cupio? Should I let him free, just so you can tie him up the way you like?” I ask, walking over to Gloom and tapping his cage with a finger, making him whimper in need.
I’m worried Cupio is going to freeze up and not be able to come out of his shell and I’m so elated when he enters our space, towering over the both of us and grabbing Gloom’s chin.
“Is that what you want, sweet boy? Do you want my ropes holding you tight?”
“Please,” Gloom rasps out.
“Were you good for our Birdie? Should I free your needy cock?” he asks.
“He was indeed a very good boy,” I chime in, and I watch the discomfort on Gloom’s face as his cage restricts him from getting hard. “But gods, doesn’t he look great in rose gold?”
“He does,” Cupio replies.
Gloom looks like he’s being tortured by our back and forth, and I take pity on him.
“Fine, as long as you still know who you belong to without this cute little reminder,” I say, removing the necklace with the key and unlocking the cage.
Gloom groans as I remove both sections, placing it in Cupio’s chest.
“Fuck,” Gloom hisses, stroking himself.
I tsk. “No one said anything about touching.”
His hands drop, and Cupio gets to work. I sit on the edge of the bed, just admiring and watching as Cupio talks step by step what he’s doing, and making sure everything is safe.
“I have shears on standby if it’s ever too much,” Cupio tells him as he loops knots and works his way around Gloom’s body.
