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Handcuffs
Darren didn't try to resist as Miles clicked one cuff into place securely around one wrist. Then he pulled him into the closet, still on his knees, and pushed aside the remaining clothes hanging on the low bar so he could cuff Darren's wrists above his head. "You have the right to remain silent," Miles murmured in his ear, voice warm with good humour as he knelt against his side. "I rather hope you won't, though."
Though Darren laughed at his playfulness, being manhandled into the closet sent a rush of heat through him. The clothes bar was perfect, forcing him to kneel high, stretched up to the bar. His heart raced in anticipation of more. "What am I being arrested for?"
"Devastating sexual appeal," Miles growled. He continued to kiss down his throat as his hands smoothed over his chest to attack the buttons of his shirt. Darren bit his lip on a moan, pulse quickening. Miles was in fine form tonight, and hell if he wasn't going to take full advantage of that.
"Guilty," he replied with a grin. He groaned as Miles pressed up against his back, stroking his hands eagerly over Darren's lace-clad hips. He nosed aside the collar of Darren's shirt to kiss his neck hungrily, sucking at the muscle between his neck and shoulder.
"Guilty, hm? Not even going to try to deny it?" Miles chuckled, low and throaty. He continued at the skin with his teeth as he caressed Darren's chest roughly through the gap in his undone shirt.
The tease and the promise of things to come left Darren wild. The sensation of Miles - pressed strong and solid against his back - was maddening. His hardness tented the stiff uniform pants to nestle between Darren's lace-covered cheeks. Darren spread his knees more, tilting his head back and trying to encourage him. "Mmmm. What are you going to do to me, officer?"
He received a sharp nip at his neck in reply. Miles grabbed his chest, squeezing and pinching his nipples. "I ask the questions here, prisoner. And I think this will be a very long, very thorough interrogation. But if you're a good boy and you stay quiet...."
Darren choked back a whine, trying to grind back against the swell of Miles's arousal. "I'll cooperate, Sir," he promised. In reward, Miles's caress traveled down his belly, lingering just shy of where he stretched out the front of the panties and rubbing his thigh.
It was a bit of a challenge to get his shirt off while still handcuffed to the bar, but Miles helped eagerly, lavishing warm kisses over his bare skin. He pulled it up his arms and tucked it around the bar, tangled around his wrists and the handcuffs, but well out of their way. Thank god this was an older building with very securely installed closet bars, because Darren was quickly beginning to realize that this one was going to take a fair amount of strain before they were done.
Pulling Darren's face back to his, Miles claimed his lips with a groan, licking past them with a hunger and dominance that left Darren weak in the knees. The starched, stiff fabric of his uniform felt incredible against Darren's barely lace-covered skin. Miles’s hands roamed the length of his body, hot on hischest, his stomach, his nylon-clad thighs. "God, you look so fucking good like this."
He continued to stay maddeningly clear of Darren's still-constrained cock. Darren's ache to be touched and the torturous denial only made everything more arousing, leaving him panting and desperate. "Officer, please?"
Miles pulled away, grabbing a bottle of lube and tossing it to the floor by his knees. Darren tried to twist around to look at him and received a firm swat to his ass for his trouble. "Oh God, yes."
"Behave, prisoner," Miles purred, still warm and playful. "I have to complete a thorough cavity check." The way his voice grew husky with desire - especially when he took control like this - made Darren think not for the first time that Miles had been wasted on law enforcement when he could have made a fortune going into phone sex.
"Sorry, officer," he replied breathlessly. He sighed in pleasure as Miles began to mouth warm kisses along his bicep, kissing warmly over the band of ink he'd had tattooed in honor of their wedding.
Miles pushed a hand down the back of his panties, pulling the lace tighter over his constrained cock. Lube-slick fingers teased him with maddening slowness before finally pressing into him, working him open with unhurried ease.
Darren let his head fall back against his shoulder, groaning at the burn and stretch and promise of more to come. The sudden thought that Miles might not be planning on undressing him further made him pulse with need. Was he really going to claim him just like this? Would the delicate fabric have enough give?
Miles kissed up to the soft hollow behind his ear, kissing and sucking hungrily with a throaty moan. "So fucking hot, Dare. Haven't been able to stop thinking about you wearing these panties all night."
Darren jerked against the cuffs, mindlessly hard, cock throbbing at the rush of sensation. The delicate lace rubbed slick and maddening against his tip from arousal as Miles pulled at the panties. "Yeah? You like having this pretty little secret waiting for you, all wrapped up in lace?"
"You know I do." Sucking his earlobe into his mouth, Miles tugged and nibbled at the soft skin with his teeth. He sent dual shivers of pleasure through Darren as his fingertips crooked inside him just right.
"God, it feels so good. Wrapped up like a beautiful present, all ready for you to claim."
"Fuck, Dare - !" Finally, Miles groped for his cock with his free hand, rubbing and squeezing through the lace. "Wanna worship you. Wanna wreck you so good, love."
"Please!" he managed to gasp. "That's enough. Take me. God, I need you - !"
"I say when it's enough, prisoner," Miles growled. Still, he pulled his fingers away and claimed the lube from the floor again, clearly in agreement despite his words.
Miles had only pulled away for a moment, though it seemed like ages. Darren's nerves tingled, his body aching for more sensation. He expected Miles to yank the panties down. Instead, his husband grabbed the box cutter off the floor, yanking theback of the shorts out away from his body with a curse, and then -
Then Miles's arm wrapped tight around his waist, the head of his cock pressed against him through the hole he'd ripped in the fine emerald lace. Slowly, he pushed into Darren, easing inch by agonizing inch.
Darren sucked in a breath, clenching his jaw to keep from groaning. The bright, hot stretch of being slowly claimed was something Darren could never get enough of. Miles's cock, thick and deep and fully inside him, filled him like nothing else ever could. Completed him, the intensity familiar and perfect. And yet somehow it felt like discovering this pleasure all over again. The stiff fabric of his husband's uniform pants, rubbing against his still lace-covered ass, reinforced the lurid truth that Miles was fucking him without removing a stitch of his uniform. "That's it. Search every inch of me."
Miles's reactions were just as hot; the choked, throaty laugh he gave as he drew back and buried himself to the hilt again. "God, you're so tight," he gasped, as if still overwhelmed by it despite how many times they'd been together.
Had Darren ever been fucked like this? The awkwardness of the position was well compensated for by how hot it was to have been restrained so effectively. He was stretched up tall, anchored only by the cuffs hooked at the middle brace of the closet bar, and Miles's cock, buried hard and deep and so thick inside him.
