Exquisite Torture

XIV.

Type woke up aching in places he didn't know he had muscles that could ache. He'd woken up in the night to use the bathroom and been surprised that all his bindings were gone and he was clean and wearing a fresh pair of boxers.

There were red marks on his wrists where he'd fought against his ties and other than a few red spots where Tharn had held on to him tight, there wasn't a single mark on him. No evidence of everything that had happened.

Was it unreasonable to be disappointed?

He was in Tharn's arms but he wanted to look at him. But when he moved, he felt his entire body shudder with reaction to the soreness, the memory of what had caused it. The desire to have it all over again. He wanted to wake Tharn up with a blow job but he didn't get the chance.

Finally facing Tharn he was surprised to find him awake, "Hi."

"Good morning Type. How did you sleep?"

"Very well."

"Good. Let's shower and get something to eat."

"Okay."

Tharn took Type to a nearby food stall. It wasn't fancy but the food was good. It was also a deliberate ploy to get him out of their room. Type wanted to go back and spend the rest of the day in bed but Tharn had other ideas.

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Sunday afternoon and they were walking around aimlessly. At least that's what Tharn wanted Type to think. When they had returned to their dorm room, it had been clear that Type was more than willing to enjoy another round of sex and Tharn couldn't fault the idea.

But he wanted him to take a break. It wasn't because he was hurt, stretching and teasing him as well as making him wear the plug had ensured he was able to take anything Tharn could give him. He just wanted to limit the freedom he had to use sex as a substitute for a real relationship. Tharn wanted to know Type not just fuck him.

He'd given Type the choice. They could stay in and fuck if he was good enough to finish all his homework without making any overtures towards Tharn. Tharn had sworn he would do the same. But in the end, Type had failed. Out of the blue, he'd stroked Tharn's hair. Touching it like it was the first time he'd ever had the pleasure (and perhaps it was). When Tharn had turned to ask him what he was doing, he'd kissed him.

It was a gentle peck at first. Just a touch of their lips. But when Tharn tried to pull away, Type had pulled him back and ravaged his mouth. Teasing his lips, sucking his tongue. Completely devouring him. And Tharn had let him. Except the cost of such an act was that they had to get out and go somewhere public.

But it wasn't that simple. Type was free from bounds under his clothes but he was also not allowed to touch Tharn at any time. He also couldn't touch or be touched by anyone. He couldn't talk unless Tharn permitted him and he was not allowed to do anything that Tharn didn't approve of first. He had to trust Tharn to take care of everything without any way of communicating his desire.

Everything was going fine. There were very few people around. Tharn believed most of their friends would be sleeping in after the weekend out or catching up on their homework in readiness for Monday's classes. That was the case until they bumped into Lhong.

The look he gave Tharn then Type and then Tharn again said he knew something was up. He couldn't seem to figure out what and Tharn was grateful. Not because he was embarrassed but because Lhong wasn't the most discrete person.

Then Lhong made one small mistake, he touched Tharn arm.

Type immediately gave Tharn an accusing glare. Tharn pulled Lhong's hand away and moved closer to Type. But if the rules applied to Type, then they also applied to him. He couldn't reach for him to comfort him any more than Type could touch him if he wanted to.

"What is up with you two," Lhong asked, his gaze jumping from one to the other like he expected the answer to be revealed in the expressions on their faces.

"Nothing!"

"Type...is this guy giving you a hard time?"

Type looks at Tharn, "He's fine Lhong. Just leave him be."

Lhong's eyes went wide and Tharn wanted to slap his own face because he had probably put six and five together and still figured out the answer was four.

"Are you serious right now...you have him on a gag order? What the hell...?" Lhong look of shock was replaced by something else. He was impressed and Tharn couldn't help the feeling of pride that surged through him. Only this was Lhong he was dealing with so his next move should have been predictable because he tried to reach for Type, "If I do this..."

His hand never connected as Tharn pulled Type into his arms and away from Lhong.

"He is mine."

The menace was real enough that Lhong took a step back. Tharn was possessive. That was a well-known fact. But he had never wanted to own someone as much as he wanted Type. Every other relationship faded in the face of what he felt for the man currently in his arms. He didn't have to say anything to Lhong. The line had already been drawn and crossing it was not an option.

But he needed to know how Type felt about it. He pulled away to check if Type was alright only to be completely surprised but the look on his face. Tharn thought he had seen him in every state so far. But apparently, there was another one. Because Type had the happiest smile on his face. It was accurate to describe him as gleeful.

"I'm sorry Type," Tharn said contritely, "This was a bad idea. I don't want anyone sharing this...sharing you."

Tharn was smart enough to admit he'd wanted to show Type off. To play at a light punishment for breaking the rules. But he needed to have Type as much as Type needed him. There was no need to deny it.

"Let's go home."

Type nodded and when he looked up at Tharn he still couldn't hide his smile.

"What is making you so happy right now?" Tharn finally asked when they started walking (leaving a gobsmacked Lhong staring after them in awe.)

Type looked down shyly then shook his head like he was dislodging an unpleasant thought. When he looked at Tharn there was nothing but seriousness on his face. And with one word he broke Tharn's entire world and built it back up around them both.

"Yours."

They stopped to kiss in the car. But the temptation to do more was greater than either of them could control. It was Tharn who finally commanded Type to move to the back seat. But instead of joining him, he tied him up with the seatbelt and drove them home.

Like so many times before they walked into their dorm room together. There was no fighting. There was no anger or recrimination and no punishment. There was just pleasure as they helped each other out of their clothes. Type lay down on the bed and pulled Tharn to him.

Cradling his body between his legs and inviting him to make them one. No ties were binding his arms. No clamps pinching his nipples. There was only Tharn's kisses that stole his breath. His caresses that set his body on fire. His possession that drove him to the edge of bliss and tipped them both over into ecstasy.

If anyone had seen them, they might have had a hard time comprehending how Tharn could make love like that—it was downright vanilla. Except for one thing, the words of love they keep giving each other; echoing through them and through time.

Inviting them to join the ranks of lovers all over the world who already understood, the most exquisite torture was to love and be loved in return.

THE END

[Author's note: As I mentioned in the One-Shot Hold Me (Down) Leo&Fiat, this story was also meant to be a one-shot along the same Ds theme. It refused to cooperate and just kept going and going and...here we are. Hope you liked this short-ish ride into something a little different. I'd love to hear what you think. And don't forget to vote.]