Manthony ✨

Tied Up

~TIED UP~

⚠️TW: ⚠️Smut - If you do not like smut, don't read! Thank you and enjoy! :)

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

~Christian~

I have him tied to the bed, his wrists and ankles red and raw from the rope. I feel crazy for liking it. He tries to move but he can only move his hips,

"Christian," he begs and I can see the pleading in his eyes,

"What is it, baby?" I come closer and press my lips to his neck. He tilts his head, giving me more access and I lightly nip at his skin, leaving a red mark when I pull away,

"Just take your clothes off," he's breathless for me and that gets me going. I want to take my clothes off. But what I want more is to make him squirm under my body, without fully fucking him. I head over to the mini-fridge we have in the room and I can hear him continue to struggle against the restraints. I grab two ice cubes and set one on the sheets, not minding if it melts. The other I use to slowly move up and down his dick. He gasps and grabs the ropes tying him down,

"Christian," he softly moans, trying to move his legs up, groaning when he can't. I keep going with the ice, watching it slowly melt against his skin. Why am I so fucking turned on by this? I look at his face while I do it, I pay close attention to the way his chest rises and falls, the way his hips occasionally move up. It's clearly torture for him, considering the way he's biting his lip and scrunching his face,

"Does it hurt? Is it too cold?" I ask, only for him to shake his head,

"It feels good," he whispers and I can feel my dick twitch at those words. I go a bit faster until the ice melts completely. The other piece of ice isn't fully melted yet so I pick it up and press it to his entrance, circling it around, getting it nice and wet. He closes his eyes and twitches every once in a while when I hit a certain spot. I know it probably isn't a good thing, but I'm dying to do it, just try it. I can't help it after another moment of circling his skin. I slowly press the piece of ice inside of him and his reaction is to die for. His back flies up and his heels dig into the mattress, a small moan slipping from his mouth. I pull what's left of the ice out and it melts in my fingers. I go to the rope tying his ankles down and loosen it so he can bring his knees up and tie it a bit tighter once he's got them up. He doesn't seem to care that his wrists and ankles are going to be marked, doesn't seem to care he's bleeding slightly,

"Are you okay?" I ask, referring to the bondage and he nods,

"Yeah, it makes it better," he says and I just blink, trying to keep the animal inside of me quiet. Since my fingers are still wet from the ice, I press one into him, while looking into his eyes. He looks back at me and I find it so arousing that he looks at my lips, then my eyes, only for his gaze to drift lower. He doesn't ask for more fingers. He doesn't ask me to kiss him. Just waits. When I slip in a second he closes his eyes and his lips part. I feel him until I can't stand another second of not being inside of him. I pull my shirt off and he presses his legs together, trapping me between his thighs,

"Just because I'm tied up doesn't mean I can't tease you," he grins and I slide my hands down his legs to his hips and up his chest. I slide my hand around his neck, then take it away, pulling his bottom lip out from under his teeth with my thumb and he licks it. Slowly. I feel my dick straining against my pants. He seems to notice that this is driving me crazy and pulls me on top of him with his legs. The fact that he's doing this tied up makes me sweaty. I breathe onto his neck and he somehow intertwines our legs together so I can't get back up,

"If I can't touch you then I'll use my words," he says and I'm about to beg him not to but it's too late, "I know you want to take your clothes off," he whispers against my neck and I groan, "Let me loose and I'll do it for you, baby," he licks my neck and I shiver, really wanting to let him out of his restraints now,

"Stop teasing me," I whisper, knowing that he knows he has me weak,

"Let me out and I will," he taunts and I pull back a bit, looking in his eyes, "Come on," he purrs, "I know you want it," he says and I don't want to give in but, fuck. I groan,

"Fine," I say and his eyes light up. When he's free, he doesn't tackle me like I was expecting. He just lays there and reaches up, undoing my jeans and pulling them down along with my boxers. I hold my breath at the friction and when I'm naked along with him he laughs,

"Well? What are you waiting for?" He asks and I smile, "Fuck me," he says in a voice that makes me want to eat him alive. I slide into him and he traces my chest,

"Why are you so chill?" I ask, not feeling chill at all,

"Because I know it drives you crazy," he whispers and I push into him harder at that,

"It does," I admit and he smiles. I pin his bloody wrists above his head and kiss him while I fuck him. He tastes so good. Fuck. I keep pushing into him until he turns his head away and moans. He's close. I can't stop myself from pounding into him as rough as possible. He's a moaning mess and I angle myself to hit his prostate. He's coming in no time. I pull out, not finished and he stares at me,

"Why'd you stop?" He asks and I sit on my knees,

"Suck it," I rasp and his eyes gleam,

"Lay down," he orders and I do, watching as he plays with me with his tongue. I love watching him suck my dick. He rolls his eyes back and makes noises and it's so erotic. After a while, I release and he has no problem swallowing,

"Jesus," I say and he laughs,

"Too much for you?" He teases and I shake my head,

"Not enough," I say and he licks his lips,

"Well," he comes closer and sits right on my lap, "Save it for later," he says and goes to the bathroom. He's going to be the death of me.