Sugar Daddy //joshler [✔️]

11. Doin' the Nasty

Soft fingers delicately trace down Tyler's abdomen and across his thighs, slowing inching closer and closer to the spot dying to be touched. Open-mouthed kisses press against his collarbone, teeth biting and sucking purple hues into his flesh.

"Please," Tyler gasps, hands lost in pink hair. He's needy, desperate for Josh to pleasure him.

The older chuckles in response, finally cupping the bulge in Tyler's underwear. Slowly, agonizingly, he slides his hand against Tyler's length, the boy's eyes rolling into the back of his head as moans pour out of him.

"Tyler," Josh whispers, lips moving against his bruised skin. "Tyler."

He doesn't respond, only tries to catch his breath when Josh's hand slides under his panties.

"Tyler!" Josh repeats, louder this time. "Wake up!"

With a gasp, the boy's eyes shoot open and he sits up. He immediately looks to Josh, who is watching him with a smirk. He glances down at himself, eyes widening, and quickly covers himself with the blanket.

"Um..."

"You were dreaming about me," Josh grins, as if he's won some sort of trophy.

"I know," Tyler mumbles, trying his hardest to ignore the aching between his legs. "So what?"

"I'll be right back," Josh says, standing up suddenly. Tyler blushes as he notices the large bulge in Josh's Calvin Klein's.

"Where are you-"

"I'll be right back," Josh repeats, and slips out the door before Tyler can ask again.

The brunette lays back down, allowing his hand to slide beneath his pink panties. His breath hitches, shutting his eyes as he slowly works his hand along his length. It feels amazing, he's over-sensitive at the moment. Every small movement of his wrist has Tyler's toes curling. He continues to pleasure himself until Josh returns, the older man finding the sight mesmerizing.

"Don't stop," he says simply, setting something beside the bed before he turns to the dresser. Tyler glances over, eyes glazed over, and stares at the cup of ice in wonder.

Josh fumbles through a drawer for a few moments before he comes back, holding thick rope in front of Tyler's face. "Is this okay? I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

Tyler nods, eager. "It's okay."

Josh pulls Tyler's hand off of himself, tying both of them to the top of the bed frame. Then, he spreads Tyler's legs, tying each of his ankles around the bottom bed posts. "Too tight?"

Tyler shakes his head, nibbling on his bottom lip as he lightly tugs at the ropes. "It's good."

"Is this good?" Josh asks, holding up a black blindfold. The brunette blushes dark red, nodding his head. "Use your words."

"Yes, sir," Tyler replies obediently.

"Safe word?"

"Red."

"Good boy," Josh smiles, making Tyler's mouth feeling incredibly dry. He glances at the ice cubes again. "What are those for?"

Josh slips the blindfold on over his eyes, carefully adjusting it to where Tyler can see nothing but pitch black. "To make you feel good."

Before Tyler can respond, Josh's lips are on his. They move together slowly, both men still sleepy having just woken up. Tyler grips onto the ropes restraining his wrists, wishing it was Josh he was touching instead.