Restrained

Untitled Part 5

Pete flung his body to Kong's bed once he entered the man's room. He didn't care, he won't care. He just wanted to let himself be. He was busy burying his face to the soft pillow on the bed when Kong stood beside it.

"Cozy." He said, folding his hands on his chest. Pete hehe-ed. "Now tell me, why did you suddenly want to come?"

Pete looked at him wide eyed, aiming to be as innocent as possible, as hurt as possible. But Kong only rolled his eyes. So he pouted, hard.

Kong sighed and shook his head, opted to just let him be. The man then just busily doing what he did before Pete come, and ignoring him as much as he could. Which is, very little and for a short time. "Oh, come on! You only come to me, go to my bedroom, and buried your face on my pillow when you're feeling guilty over something!"

Pete chose to buried his head deeper into the pillow, singing nonsense inside his head so he wouldn't be able to hear whatever Kong was spouting.

"Fine, be that way! You won't be able to hold yourself for long after all!" and Kong was right. he was the one that really made Pete came out from his shell. Far from his Pa, he could be just himself without any pretense.

"Oooooyyyy!!!" he shouted to the pillow, admitting defeat. Slowly, he sat up with pout firmly in place. His shoulders hunched; head bowed as his teary eyes looked into Kong's.

"Oohh.. I know that face. That's your 'I fucked a stranger' face." His friend mercilessly said.

"Not a stranger!" he firmly denied. Technically, he knew the man. Just, not real well. Kong only hummed.

"Out with it." he said, sitting on the bed right in front of him. "Who is it? Is it a girl? A guy? I thought you'll only ended your dry spell at least two months later. You sure do it fast this time."

Ugh. Kong really knew him well. And really, they didn't do anything much last night. They just made out a lot, like a lot. With a side dish of itsy-bitsy punishment. No big deal.

Fuck his life.

"It's a guy. Someone back home." Pete finally said. Kong was all ears. "Come on, it was just.. it happened, okay? Suddenly we were-"

"You guys what? Why did you suddenly stop?" Kong looked at him with inquiring eyes, but Pete decided to clamp his mouth shut. No way he told his friend what he did behind close door. He won't stoop so low.

"Never mind. I just wanted to bury my head a little." He shook his head. Kong let out a sigh then.

"But you don't regret it right? it's what matters after all." His friend only advised.

..regret? he certainly felt.. not. No, he didn't regret what happened between him and Vegas. It was just, it was too soon. He was not a type where it was easy for him to have sex with somebody else. but Vegas, somehow the guy pushed his button too much.

"Well. It's good if you're not regretting it. you see.." Kong then proceed to preach. He tuned out most of it, like usual. And in his mind, it replayed what happened last night.

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"Come up." Vegas then said, patted his lap once Pete opened his eyes again. There was no point to hesitate anymore, so Pete brought himself up. It was a bit difficult as his hands was still restrained. But once he managed that, Vegas gave him a squeeze on his shoulder.

It was nice.

Vegas grabbed his hands and brought it up behind his head, forcing him to straightened his back. "Stay in this position." He said.

It should be easy. It was an easy order. Until Vegas lead him to leaning forward, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. His hands were all over his face, down to his neck, caressing his body. Pete shuddered with the onslaught. His mind can't help but imagine if those hands were on his naked body. It aroused him.

Their lips parted, making him panting with a newly desire. Vegas' fingers traced his lips, parting it gently. "Stick your tongue out."

As he did what he was ordered to do so, Vegas immediately claimed it, sucking on it like he made love to it.

"Mmph.." Pete can't help but let out a whimper when it ended as suddenly as it come. He opened his unconsciously closed eyes, arms circling on Vegas' head.

Oh no. it was such a simple order.

Pete bit his lips, watching as Vegas looked as he considered his punishment. "How are you with pain?" he wondered. His hand caressing Pete's ass, the other one traced his arm. "Still not correcting your posture?"

He immediately straightened his back, arms thrown back so his hands got behind his head. Vegas gave him a nod, without a praise.

"Your answer?" Vegas asked.

"I.." Pete knitted his eyebrows. He didn't know about his pain tolerance. Sure he got hurt when doing boxing and going at the gym, but it was a different kind of pain. "I don't know." he opted for the truth.

Vegas went silent for a second, considering. Then he nodded his head. "We'll have to gradually find your limit." Now his both hands caressed his back, down to his ass and repeat. It oddly made a sensation to him. "Whenever you get a punishment," he started again. "I want you to count. Do you understand?"

Pete nodded. Vegas continued then. "Unless you're gagged. I plan to do that. Do you have an adverse to it?"

Once again, Pete shook his head. And again, Vegas only hummed without a praise. He hasn't delivered his punishment. "Then we'll have to find a gesture for your safeword when your mouth is otherwise engaged."

Another shudder went on his body, but it was from excitement. He didn't know he can even get excited while imagining those things that didn't happen to him yet. "Ah. Now, where were we?" Vegas acted as if he forgot what he meant to do. he let out a chuckle. "Why don't you lean on me, then? Let's get you counting."

Pete let out a shaky breath, but do as he was told. He leaned forward, arms circling Vegas' head, and ass in the air, ready to get the punishment.

Vegas' fingers slowly caressed his clothed ass, bidding his time. Then-

Smack!

"Ah.. O-one." Pete let out a gasp. It didn't hurt. With the angle and the pants as barrier, it didn't feel much. But slowly a heat came up to his face.

Smack!

"Two!" his voice louder. Shame creeping faster to his face. But Vegas kept on going. Three, four slaps on his butt, until his voice stopped counting at five. Pete let out a sob. He tried to gathered himself. The man in front of him let him to have this time. Then he adjusted Pete posture so he sits right on his lap.

"You did good." A praise finally left from those lips, relieving him. Vegas brought his handcuffed hands to his lips and gave a gentle kiss. He unfurled his clenched fists. "Don't do that." He said as he traced the nail marks on his palm. "You have a smooth and fair skin. You bruise easily. It was what attracted me."

Pete nodded his promise. Now that the punishment was over, he was even gifted with Vegas' faint smile.

"Let's end it here, for now." Vegas suggested, hands ready to unlocked the handcuff.

"Now?" Pete surprised himself with how hoarse his voice and how desperate he sounded. But Vegas only chuckled.

"Let your mind catches up." Was what Vegas said. and Pete was thankful that he even got that chance.

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A/N : *hides*