[ Alek's POV ]
There was a glint of playful authoritativeness in the oceans of his irises as he leaned over to the nightstand drawer, leaving me to catch my breath. I was already leaking through my briefs as I watched his t-shirt ride up to unveil the elegant plane of his hipbone. He had retreived some stray rope from the drawer and proceeded to kiss down my throat, holding me close to the long, warm and slightly sovereign frame of his body.
"Are you alright with having your hands tied up?" he whispered against my skin, tracing my neckline with his nose.
I shivered and swallowed, trying to restrain myself. "Mhm.. please."
I could hardly form words with the tall and half-naked man kneeling in front of me, burning kisses down my skin with his assertive and tempting lips, sending tremors down the length of my spine and making me sway when his palms slid from their firm grip on my hips.
He watched as I laid on my back before him, letting my wrists drop to my sides. I was breathless as he tied each of my hands to the bedposts, desperately keeping myself from shifting this way and that to ease the friction inbetween my shaking thighs. As I laid there hot and vulnerable to him, I realized how I could essentially use this position to my advantage and drive him wild.
"Jordan..." I breathed through my teeth, unable to restrain myself any longer as I wiggled my hips and tried to coax him back over to me. He had finished the tie on my other wrist and had a glimmer of deviousness dancing at the corner of his smirk as he brought his mouth down to my zipper.
My strategies were evaporating and all I could focus on was the steady stream of hot breath teasing at my jeans. He was doing this intentionally, unraveling my sanity and balancing it in front of my eyes, letting me know that he was in command and in possession of the reigns. With every breath and tantalizing lick at my dampened jeans, he was unwinding the finely-spun persona that I'd knitted to keep him from discovering my deep infatuation with him.
"We can't keep these on much longer, now can we? You must be throbbing at this point..." His voice wrapped around me and knocked me breathless again. The light tug of the rope at my wrists, the vibrations of his tone and breath between my legs, the sight of him looking up at me with those salacious sapphire orbs.... It sent the tightly-crafted knots I had created to hide myself from him cascading down in tattered ribbons that only I could see.
His adept and effortless fingers slipped my jeans down and off of me. He dove down to caress my inner thighs with the warmth of his lips and tongue before taking my briefs off and out of the way.
"Please... please, Jordan, oh my god..." I hissed, growing restless with the unbearable throbbing heat between my legs.
He grinned and in response, gripped my cock and jerked sagaciously. The sensations gave me chills as I watched him and felt the firm grasp of his hand. Up and down, constant stimulation from every squeeze of his capable hands. I had turned my head to rest against my tied arm, biting my lip as I moaned and bucked my hips up against his jerks.
"You love being spoiled, don't you?" Jordan said gently, giving my shaft a few long and tempting caresses before leaning down and towards me to suck soft scarlet marks across my chest.
"Yes.." I gasped. "I want more, please..." My hips fell back down onto the bed as he traced the marks he made with the tip of his tongue. He was touching all the right places artfully, melting me into a begging, squirming and whimpering mess of flushed cheeks, dripping pre-cum and a heaving chest painted with his lewd hickeys.
A low and soft chuckle was his response to my plea as he sat up and spread my legs, reaching over to the bedside table once more to grab the opened bottle of lube hidden behind the lamp. "What is it you want, Aleks? Communicate..." he murmured, on his knees between my obediently spread legs, the bottle on the mattress.
I could hardly force out a sentence as my head spun. "Y-You.. I want you. I want you to.. oh, fuck.."
He leaned down to run his hands through my hair, kissing my jawline and pacifying my discomposed inexperience with sex. "Shhh..."
Without saying a word, he quieted my breathing just by pressing close and hushing my attempts to choke words out. The flustered flames died down as his closeness held me like a child. His eyes cradled me as I laid there naked and tied to the bedposts, still just as disheveled and red-faced, sheepish and sensitive to his every touch.
"You're alright, baby boy.." he breathed against the crook of my neck, kissing deeply at every inch of skin he could. I felt every bit of it... and when his lips lifted from their nest upon my throat, I felt the fading glow that he left behind.
"You're doing so well.." He kissed down the length of my taut tummy, unwinding me slowly. I was still hard and pulsating, dripping pre-cum on my belly bashfully as he payed loving attentiveness to every part of me. The embers in me roared while he licked the little puddles from my tummy and lapped them from my leaking tip affectionately. I could feel the eagerness in his tongue as he aroused me further, holding my hips up off the bed slightly as he took my tip into his mouth.
~To be continued...
~Emrys & Dean
