“Good.” Jamie reached for the cylinder weights that had rolled almost out of reach. “Don’t move.”
Kyle breathed in deep and went still, holding position as Jamie carefully attached the cylinder weights to the end of the clamps by a small hook and chain. They were each a few inches long, made out of dense and heavy metal. The extra weight pulled even more at Kyle’s nipples, stretching them downward, and he whimpered.
Jamie licked his way up Kyle’s chest to his mouth, kissing him deeply. Kyle kissed him back like a starving man, letting Jamie claim him. He didn’t move other than to kiss Jamie, and Jamie stroked his bound cock in approval. Jamie could practically feel Kyle’s moan as he stroked his cock.
“Open your eyes,” Jamie murmured against his mouth. “Tell me how you feel.”
Kyle’s eyes opened, his gaze dark with want and desire. “Good, sir.”
“Then get on your hands and knees for me.”
Kyle moved slowly, gasping every now and then as the cylinder weights swung from the clamps, pulling at his sensitive nipples. Jamie let him move at his own pace, stroking his own slowly hardening cock as he watched Kyle get on his hands and knees. Jamie could no longer see the nipple clamps or the chains, but he knew they were still in place by the way Kyle’s entire body shuddered when Jamie spanked him lightly on one ass cheek.
Jamie moved, getting to his knees and kneeling behind Kyle. He ran his hands down Kyle’s back before gliding them around his ribcage to tug at the cylinder weights. Kyle’s head sank down at the hard tweak on his nipples, shoulders rising and falling in a heavy gasp.
Jamie leaned over him, cock pressed snugly against his ass, and kissed him on the shoulder. “I love you.”
Kyle swallowed, the sound loud between them. “I love you, too.”
Jamie smiled against warm skin, grinding his half-hard cock against Kyle’s ass. “I’m going to take my time, and then I won’t. You’ll take it and like it, won’t you?”
Kyle nodded, his muscles shifting beneath Jamie’s lips. “Yes, sir.”
“Always so good for me.”
Kyle choked on a laugh as Jamie straightened up, fingers curling tight around the duvet. “I think that’s my line.”
“You think so?” Jamie asked as he carefully pulled out the plug, teasing Kyle’s hole with the tip for a few seconds before setting it aside.
“I know so,” Kyle said. “You’re everything I could ever want, Jamie.”
Jamie paused for a second, staring down at the man he loved—Kyle, on his knees, willing to do anything Jamie asked, the trust between them forged by a great many things, but love most of all. For a split second, Jamie thought about how he almost didn’t get to have this, to have Kyle, and how in some different universe that was a truth some version of him was living.
Jamie was immensely glad it wasn’t a life he had to live.
“I’m not anything without you,” Jamie confessed.
He stroked a finger from the base of Kyle’s neck down his spine and into the cleft of his ass. Jamie could feel the wetness there as he rubbed at his hole. It wasn’t quite enough for what he needed, so he reached for the lube again, pouring some over the sensitive skin there. He pushed it inside Kyle with two fingers, feeling how tight he’d become again.
Jamie slicked up his cock and guided it forward, slowly pushing into Kyle. A glob of cum escaped, sliding over his cock and down Kyle’s thigh. Jamie was only half-hard, but it didn’t matter. Kyle was tight and warm around him, his firm ass pressed against Jamie’s body. Jamie sighed, cock throbbing deep inside Kyle, and he rolled his hips a little, rocking them both forward.
He heard the faint rattle of the chain as it clinked against the cylinder weights when Kyle moved. Jamie fit his hands around Kyle’s hips and rolled his hips again, slowly grinding his half-hard cock into Kyle without pulling out. He made sure to keep Kyle’s body flush with his, rocking together to keep Jamie snug inside and to make the cylinder weights swing. Every soft little gasp and moan “Oh, oh, oh!” Kyle let out told Jamie he was enjoying it.
Jamie’s cock, buried deep in Kyle’s ass, began to grow and harden. Kyle’s hole stretched around him, hips shifting a little as he adjusted to Jamie filling him up again. He loosened up as Jamie ground into him, pushing a little harder, making Kyle move a little more with each rock forward.
He kept up the slow, grinding pace, enjoying the sounds he pulled out of Kyle every time Jamie’s cock brushed up against his prostate. He pushed and pulled Kyle with him, making sure every motion would keep the heavy cylinder weights swinging from the nipple clamps. From time to time, Jamie would reach around and stroke Kyle’s over-sensitized cock or tug a little at the chain, drawing a protesting cry from him. It wasn’t enough to make Jamie stop.
It helped that Kyle’s healing power enabled him to wear the cock ring and nipple clamps for far longer than would be safe for other people. It meant Jamie could prolong both their pleasure and keep Kyle riding that edge of pain while Jamie took his time.
“Please,” Kyle gasped after a while, shoulders shaking. “Please, sir.”
“Please, what?” Jamie asked as he thrust lazily into him.
“I want more. Please fuck me, sir.”
Jamie pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, harder than before. Kyle rocked forward with a choked-off cry, his shoulders dipping toward the bed before he locked his elbows. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He increased his pace slowly, driving into Kyle with unforgiving thrusts each time. His cock throbbed, and he couldn’t imagine how Kyle felt. Jamie had come once this morning already and Kyle was still caught on the edge, unable to come without Jamie’s permission. A fleeting, feral grin crossed Jamie’s face at the thought of owning Kyle so completely he would hold out to the very end just because Jamie asked.
