Tie me up, Tin! (TinCan fanfic)

48 hours

A/N: it's been a while... Let's see what our darling boys have been up to.

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"Why do you like tying me up so much?" Can asked out of the blue. They were at a nice restaurant, waiting for their desserts, and the sudden question dropped like a bomb into the polite, quiet conversations around them.

"We're in public, Can," Tin hissed, looking hastily around, but luckily no one seemed to have heard Can's question. He had been holding Can's hand for much of the meal, but he didn't want word to get out about their kinkier pursuits. Like he had told Can, he didn't want any horny daddies to get ideas about Can.

"Fine fine fine, but why do you like tying me up so much?" Can whispered, and Tin knew he wouldn't relent until he got his answer.

"Because when you're tied up, you're mine. All mine. You can't escape, and no one can take you away from me. I would keep you tied to my bed forever if I could."

"But we don't do it that often?"

"I know it's so intense for you, that it would be too much if we did it more. That's why it's always so difficult to untie you, I know it will be a while until next time" Tin confessed, his fingers stroking Can's palm, resting on the table.

"But you do, very quickly after we're done." Tin's low growl was doing things to Can, and he had to shift in his seat.

"It's only because it would hurt you if you were tied for very long, baby," Tin said, and lifted Can's hand to his mouth for a tender kiss.

Can melted at the kiss and his loving words, and Tin melted at the sight of him, and their eyes locked. Their desserts showed up right then, and Can blinked, and looked from the chocolate treat in front of him at Tin, then back at the dessert, then back at Tin, clearly torn.

Amused and aroused, Tin waited for Can's decision.

"We'll take them to go. And the check, please," Can said firmly to the waiter.

"A very good choice," Tin murmured. They practically ran to the car as soon as they had gotten their desserts, with Tin throwing some bills on the table, and raced home.

When they finally succumbed to sleep that night, Can was pleasantly sore, and he had found the perfect gift for Tin's birthday, a month away.

Time went on and it was finally the weekend after Tin's birthday. He had only gotten a small present from Can on the actual day, with a promise for the real gift later. When Can had sent him a message earlier that he was going home already, Tin's spine had started to tingle. He made himself drive carefully and within speed limits on his way home, and he could only wonder what Can had planned for him. It was usually something very naughty. Tin felt himself grow hard with anticipation.

He got home and kicked off his shoes. "Can?"

"In here!" came the voice from the bedroom and Tin grinned, his breath speeding up.

Tin practically skipped to the bedroom and came to an abrupt halt when he saw what was waiting for him. Can was tied by one leg to the bed frame by a long leather strap, with a leather manacle with a lock and key around his ankle. Placed around him on the bed were all their toys, condoms out of boxes, different lubes, massage oil, and there were candles, unlit, on the bedside table. And Can was stark naked and hard.

"Happy birthday, Tin," Can said, glowing at Tin's expression. He threw Tin a small key, lifting his manacled ankle at Tin as an explanation. 

"You get 48 hours." 

Tin's reaction surpassed all Can's expectations. He let out growly gasp and started to struggle out of his clothes. Buttons popped off as he ripped off his Hugo Boss shirt, making impatient noises, then he started on his trousers, his eyes on Can the whole time.