He was always intoxicatingly helpless to his husband's generous size, but this scene ramped things up to eleven. He whined as Miles angled just right, sensation quickly growing hotter. The position left him more vulnerable than he'd expected. Closinghis eyes, he gave himself over to it, leaning back into Miles's warmth and strength as much as he could.
Nothing ever felt better than this. Being so close, so full, so complete. Darren couldn't help but push back as Miles filled him again. He couldn't stop himself from trying to ride him, thighs tensing, arching off of him and impaling himself again, only to have Miles tighten his arm around his waist with a growl.
"I'm in charge here," Miles commanded, voice low and rough. His free hand stroked slowly over Darren's lace-clad hip, brushing where he stretched at the fabric, the caress warm and unexpectedly reassuring. He nipped at Darren's earlobe, voice softening. "Let me do the work, love."
Darren managed a nod, groaning as Miles returned to the tantalizingly slow rhythm. Drawing back, he left Darren feeling almost too empty before filling him again. The rush made Darren whine in pleasure, then again as Miles continued. Even as he picked up the pace, he remained even and deliberate, angling to push unerringly against Darren's sweet spot. Each thrust jarred his body with a flood of bliss, pushing him against the restraint of the cuffs.
"God, I wish I could make you scream right now." Miles nipped at his earlobe, voice rough. "Love how much you love it when I claim you... god, Dare, you're so fucking hot." Stroking along the crease of his thigh, Miles wrapped his hand around him through the lace. He paused just long enough to squeeze more lube onto his fingers, saturating the fine fabric before starting to stroke him slowly in time with his thrusts. It was hot and bright and intense, hips snapping up into him and pushing Darren into the slick strength of Miles's grip.
With the cuffs still holding Darren in place, Miles lavished attention on his body. He ran his free hand slowly up his thigh, fingers catching and dragging at the nylons and pressing into the tight muscle. He continued to stroke him, the green lace surely ruined by now, pulling it down just enough to run his thumb over his sensitive tip.
The onslaught of sensation was exquisite, overwhelming. Darren bit down hard on his bottom lip, sobbing despite himself at the added sensation. "Fuck, Miles - !" His hands twisted around the chain of the handcuffs, trembling from the strain, from the intensity of sensation. "Not gonna last long if you keep doing that," he managed to gasp, only to hear his husband chuckle breathlessly behind him.
"Good," he hissed. Finally, he started to fuck him in earnest. "Wanna feel you come undone." Driving into Darren hard and deep, his hips smacked into him again and again. All Darren could do was press back against his chest, choking out the cries that he failed to hold back as Miles drove into him over and over.
It was too much, far too much sensation. The edges of the cuffs bit into Darren's wrists as he was pushed over the edge to a powerful climax. He shuddered helplessly with each hot burst of pleasure, jetting slick onto his own stomach. Miles's fingers worked faster, drawing him through it even as his own thrusts became erratic, pressing his face to his hair.
"Oh god, Dare, oh fuck - !" One hand clenched hard at his hip, holding him in place as Miles stuttered deep. Exploding hot and slick inside him, he gifted him with every shock of heat, and a sense of gratified elation that was almost as satisfying as Darren's own climax.
Panting, Darren pressed back against his husband as much as he could, riding out the ebbing shudders of pleasure. He turned his face back until he could nuzzle Miles's mouth, revelling in their closeness and the warm puffs of Miles's breath against his lips.
After a moment, Miles fumbled with the keys. Then he reached up to pull aside the tangle of his shirt and unlock one of the cuffs. Darren managed to wriggle his freed hand out of his shirt to let his arms finally drop. He sagged back against Miles with a groan of relief, entirely boneless and sated. Despite his fingers tingling as circulation was restored, the only thing he cared about was Miles, cupping his cheek and guiding him into soft, sweet kisses.
Miles kept his other arm tight around his waist, holding him close. "You okay?"
"Mmhmm..." Darren sighed happily against his lips. He stroked one thigh blindly, reveling in the cuddly affection as much as hot sex. "I hope the result of your interrogation was favorable," he murmured finally, smiling as Miles chuckled, stroking his fingers in slow circles on Darren's chest.
He dropped a warm kiss to the side of Darren's mouth, nuzzling his hair. "Mmm, I think the suspect is extremely dangerous. High chance of re-offense. I'm going to have to keep him in custody for a long, long time."
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∞ 9 ∞
Future Plans
Breathless and joyful in the aftermath of their play, Darren couldn't help but laugh, joining Miles's chuckles. He let himself sag back against the strength of his husband's form. Moving out of the closet wasn't important when everything felt so very good. "Cheesy. We're absolutely horrible, you realize."
"Isn't that half the fun?" Miles nipped at his earlobe playfully. "But I think we knocked over some of the packing."
"Not to mention the mess," Darren replied with a wry smile, turning to look out into the room. "Don't tell me you wiped cum on your uniform pants when you were getting the key for the cuffs."
Miles chuckled. "Not like I'm ever going to wear them outside the bedroom." He nuzzled Darren's neck with a soft, pleased sigh. "Nice to get use out of them again."
Darren gave a pleased hum of agreement. "Kinky for home, but not really a sex party fantasy."
"Not the kind of play we like, anyway," Miles replied with a snort. His arms tightened around him, kissing the soft skin under his ear. "Let's clean up and cuddle."
He fussed over the red marks the cuffs had left on Darren's wrists, washing them gently once they were in the shower and conscientiously applying ointment afterwards despite Darren being sure he didn't need it. His husband's studious attention to aftercare made his heart swell with tender pride.
"Thank you for indulging me with the cooking," Miles said when they were cuddled in bed. "I know it's not your thing. I just thought that I should... You know. Test out being in charge of someone in a situation where they might actually need my guidance. There aren't a lot of things you don't already kick ass at."
"It was a nice change to be pushed out of my comfort zone," Darren admitted, stroking his bicep. "You did really well, love. I'm so proud of you."
Miles lowered his gaze, shyly pleased. "I know you are. And I know you know I can do this. I think I just need some time and practice to feel it, too."
"We can practice as much as you want. In the bedroom, or..." Darren leaned into his own unease, drawing a dramatic deep breath. "Or in the kitchen."
Miles chuckled, blue eyes warm with adoration. He lowered his voice in an intentional way, and now Darren was sure his husband was purposefully emulating him. "Good boy. I'm so proud of you for being so brave, Dare."
