Tie me up, Tin! (TinCan fanfic)

Beginning, part 1

A few weeks into the new year, Can was sitting bored in his last class of the week. He fidgeted, but brightened when he felt his phone vibrate against his leg. Maybe it was Tin, his husband-to-be. Can felt a familiar bloom of happiness in his chest. They were going to be married! Tin's day had ended sooner, and he should be on his way home now. 

Can clicked eagerly on the message, and gasped, which he covered up as a cough.

"I'm going to tie you up tonight." - My husband.

Can bit his lip to silence his aroused whine. Tin had asked Can if he could tie him up on New Year's eve, and he had been waiting impatiently since then. It was finally happening.

"Yes, please!" - My Cantaloupe

Can's immediate reply made Tin smile widely. There was never a dull day with his Cantaloupe.

"I bought leather straps." - My husband.

"And more lube." - My husband.

Can's hands shook so bad he could hardly type his reply.

"What the fuck are you doing to me in the middle of class!" - My Cantaloupe

"Making sure you're in the mood, babe." - My husband.

"So badly, I need to go help myself out in the toilet." - My Cantaloupe

"Absolutely not! You will wait until you get home." - My husband.

"Tin!" - My Cantaloupe

"I mean it. If you touch yourself before you get home, you won't get any." - My husband.

"Tin! I'm poking a hole in my pants!" - My Cantaloupe

"Hurry home. I have something hard waiting for you that will take care of that." - My husband.

Can could only send him a string of emojis, angry faces and red hearts, and Tin smiled in anticipation. His baby wanted this as much as he did.

An hour later, Can burst through the door of the apartment they shared. He kicked off his shoes and let the door bang shut behind him.

"In the bedroom," Can heard and he ran there, his cock painfully hard. It hadn't really gone down fully since he received Tin's texts, and his imagination had kicked on overdrive. He ran into the bedroom, and came to a sudden stop at the door.

Tin was standing there, buck naked, his cock so hard it was pointing upward. In his hands, long, supple, black leather straps. Can swallowed and his legs trembled, his breathing fast gasps.

"Take off your clothes," Tin ordered, and Can let out a whine, his hands shaking at their task. He was naked before he knew it, and he groaned with the relief of letting his hard cock out of his pants that had become too tight in an instant.

"Lie down on the bed, face down." Can walked toward their king sized bed, his legs wobbly. When he got near Tin, he tried to kiss him.

"No touching. Face down, now." Tin's voice was a low growl, his eyes glued to Can's leaking cock.

Can whimpered, and did as he was told.

"Hands above your head," Can heard, and obeyed. He felt the bed shift, then Tin's hands on his, pulling them together, then tying them securely together, firmly, but not too tightly, and then looping the soft supple leather around the metal bed frame. Tin tied the restraint in a pull knot, so it would be easy to open quickly if needed.