Tie me up, Tin! (TinCan fanfic)

Valentine's Day 1: Tin and Can

Can was sitting in class, bored out of his mind. His phone pinged. He clicked on the photo and his breath caught. He recognised Tin's hands by his watch. He was holding a black leather strap in his hands, pulling it tight. In the background Can could see Tin's crotch and by the look of the bulge, Tin was ready for him. Then another ping, a message this time.

"Meet me in the toilet in 5 min." - My husband.

Can gasped and his whole body clenched with desire.

"Mr Kirakorn? Something wrong?

Can thought quickly and put a hand on his stomach, grimacing. "I think I ate something bad. May I please go to the toilet?"

"Of course. Off you go."

Can ran into the toilet, his hard cock already straining in his pants. Tin knew his schedule, and this toilet was the only one near his class. It had been three weeks since their first bondage session and he couldn't believe Tin had chosen now, here, for the follow up. He burst into the toilet, part angry, part aroused, to find Tin standing there. When Tin saw Can, he let the thick supple leather strap that had been coiled in his hand unfurl, and Can's knees wobbled.

"Here? Really?"

Tin raised his finger to his mouth, and Can's mouth snapped shut. Tin led Can to the stall furthest from the door, and locked it behind him. The cubicle was slightly wider than the others, by virtue of a set of pipes running down the wall which had made it impossible to place the dividing wall there. Still, there wasn't much space, but with what Tin had in mind, they wouldn't need much room, either.

Tin threw the leather strap over an overhead pipe, and let the ends hang there. Can stared at it and let out a small whimper.

"Not a sound, Can. If you make any noise, I'll stop. I mean it."

Can's eyes widened, and his head bobbed comically in agreement.

"Raise your arms, hands together," Tin ordered, his voice soft, but not to be argued with. Can obeyed, and Tin tied them securely with the leather strap, pulling Can's arms high enough that he was stretched straight. Tin unbuckled Can's belt, opened the zipper and crouched to pull off his trousers. He was struck in the face by Can's freed erection and Tin took a playful swipe at it with his tongue. Can shivered and exhaled with a hiss.

Tin hung Can's trousers on the hook on the wall, then removed his own quickly, keeping his eyes on the view in front of him. Can's already leaking cock peeked out from under his shirt, his cute round face was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his eyes were huge and wide, and his mouth was open, his breathing uneven. Tin felt himself grow painfully hard. He loved how eager Can was.

Slowly, teasingly, Tin took out a condom from the pocket of his trousers and put it on. Then he took out a small tube of lube and spread it on himself, in caressing motions. Can's eyes were glued to the sight.

"Remember, not a sound. And it's 'peaches' if you want me to stop."

Can nodded quickly, and Tin turned him around so his back was to Tin, and his face was toward the toilet seat, which, typically of men's rooms, had been left up.

"Let's test that, shall we?" And Tin pushed two fingers inside Can's tight, welcoming heat, making Can convulse. Can's mouth opened wide, but he made no sound except a slow exhalation, clearly meant to contain his cries of pleasure. It was the hardest Can had ever been and the hardest he ever had to concentrate, to keep quiet. Tin's fingers knew just where to rub for maximum pleasure, and usually Can would have been groaning loudly by this point. Having to keep quiet was surprisingly making everything feel more intense. Can's eyes bugged from his head from the effort, his arms pulling at the restraints in desperation. Realising he really couldn't do anything but accept anything Tin wanted to do to him made him thrash with pleasure.