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Few Words Wednesday

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“Okay, baby?” he asks, one hand still cradling the back of Chris’ head, the other brushing the tears away.  Chris nods and tries to catch his breath.  Zach looks down his body.  “God you’re beautiful.  You’re being so good for me. I love how you get so hard when I’m down your throat.”  His hand holds up the remote.  “Do you think you can do it with this thing turned up?”

“Oh god.”  It’s the first thing Chris has said since they started.  And just like that, he wants it.  A bigger challenge.  More stimulation to wade through as he allows Zach to fuck him — wherever Zach wants to fuck him.  He nods, and Zach’s face softens for a moment.  

“So good,” he mumbles.  And then Chris can feel the vibration in his ass grow, push against his prostate as he clenches to stay in position.  He groans, and Zach moves forward again, resting the tip of his cock on Chris’ tongue.  “I like this,” he says, slipping the remote back into his pocket.  “Four hard cocks in the room, and I’m in complete control of three of them.”  Chris groans around Zach’s cock, and Zach takes that as a signal to continue.

It’s almost easier.  He’s so fucking distracted and turned on, his gag reflex is almost nonexistent.  Soon Zach is thrusting deep, and he’s close… so close. Chris can feel it, looks up at him as Zach sputters “fuckfuckfuck.”  And then Zach’s rhythm is faltering and his cock is pulsing in Chris’ throat and his gaze is heavy and awestruck and intense in a way that only Zach can seem to pull off.  Chris is nearly lost himself.  As his orgasm ends, Zach pulls out and milks the last drops of come on to Chris’ lips as they both gasp for air.  

“So fucking good for me,” Zach whispers, smearing the come across Chris’ mouth.  “Perfect.  Now look at what you’ve done to our guest,” he says, turning Chris’ head toward Ian, who’s got his pants around his ankles and his hand around his cock, gaze riveted.

Chris whimpers.

“Lick your lips, baby. Don’t lose any of it.”

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“Okay, baby?” he asks, one hand still cradling the back of Chris’ head, the other brushing the tears away.  Chris nods and tries to catch his breath.  Zach looks down his body.  “God you’re beautiful.  You’re being so good for me. I love how you get so hard when I’m down your throat.”  His hand holds up the remote.  “Do you think you can do it with this thing turned up?”

“Oh god.”  It’s the first thing Chris has said since they started.  And just like that, he wants it.  A bigger challenge.  More stimulation to wade through as he allows Zach to fuck him — wherever Zach wants to fuck him.  He nods, and Zach’s face softens for a moment.  

“So good,” he mumbles.  And then Chris can feel the vibration in his ass grow, push against his prostate as he clenches to stay in position.  He groans, and Zach moves forward again, resting the tip of his cock on Chris’ tongue.  “I like this,” he says, slipping the remote back into his pocket.  “Four hard cocks in the room, and I’m in complete control of three of them.”  Chris groans around Zach’s cock, and Zach takes that as a signal to continue.

It’s almost easier.  He’s so fucking distracted and turned on, his gag reflex is almost nonexistent.  Soon Zach is thrusting deep, and he’s close… so close. Chris can feel it, looks up at him as Zach sputters “fuckfuckfuck.”  And then Zach’s rhythm is faltering and his cock is pulsing in Chris’ throat and his gaze is heavy and awestruck and intense in a way that only Zach can seem to pull off.  Chris is nearly lost himself.  As his orgasm ends, Zach pulls out and milks the last drops of come on to Chris’ lips as they both gasp for air.  

“So fucking good for me,” Zach whispers, smearing the come across Chris’ mouth.  “Perfect.  Now look at what you’ve done to our guest,” he says, turning Chris’ head toward Ian, who’s got his pants around his ankles and his hand around his cock, gaze riveted.

Chris whimpers.

“Lick your lips, baby. Don’t lose any of it.”

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

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“Fuck,” Zach mumbles, setting the glass back down.  “You look so fucking good.  Jesus, Chris.  How am I supposed to hold back when you look like this?”  And he drops to his knees again and starts tonguing Chris’ nipples, warming the metal and making them swell against the clamps.  And god, it’s exquisite.  Chris pushes his legs apart more so he can lean closer to Zach, who hums and slips a hand around Chris’ cock.  

The next several minutes are agonizing.  Zach works him up, stroking his cock slowly and sucking on his nipples until Chris is making sounds with every breath: moans and pants and little pleading versions of Zach’s name.  And then Zach takes the chain between his teeth and tugs, making Chris arch a cry out until Zach soothes his nipples with a tongue and soft lips and the whole pattern starts again.  By the time they’ve gone through several cycles, Chris is dizzy from it, panting and swaying and having no idea what he needs, just that he needs more of it.  Vaguely, he hears clothing being pushed off and shoved across the floor, a reminder that they aren’t alone.  He wonders absently if he looks as wrecked as he feels.

Finally Zach pulls back, releasing Chris’ nipple with a smack.   He stands and adjusts his cock in his pants, and Chris abruptly knows exactly what he needs.  He doesn’t say anything.  He just looks up at Zach, panting and hoping his ass is somehow going to be involved in whatever Zach wants next.  He’s not disappointed.

Zach runs his finger along the chain one last time, and then reaches around Chris’ back to unfasten the carabiner linking his wrists.

“On your hands and knees, baby.”

Few Words Wednesday

I’ll just be over here in the corner, blushing. (NSFW, btw)

Zach leans closer, nudging Chris’ cock with his nose as he slides his lips over one of his balls, engulfing it in wet heat.  

Fuckfuckfuck.  Chris is trying to imagine unsexy things as the slick feel of Zach’s tongue combines with the vibrations of the toy still buried deep in his ass to draw him far too close to the edge of orgasm.  He glances again at Ian, but the hungry look in his eyes is not helpful at all.  Nor is the slow movement of the hand on his cock as he stares at Chris’ splayed exposed form.

“You’re not going to come, yet,” Zach warns, breath cool against Chris’ hot, wet skin.  "You’re not coming until our guest has shot at least once, and I’m coming deep in your ass.“

Ian groans at Zach’s words, which is also decidedly unhelpful.  But Chris knows this game, even before Zach says the rules out loud.  Rules, he realizes, that were probably more for Ian’s benefit than his own.  

He nods, his entire body tense as he resists the buildup of pleasure Zach’s tongue is inducing.  He feels completely wanton.  And being watched… on display… is definitely adding to his pleasure as well as his discomfort.  It’s a strange, thrilling dichotomy — like being on stage the first time in college.  Only naked.  And hard.  And bound.  

Zach fingers the toy, and Chris gasps.  He’s not going to be able to hold back, even though Zach is intentionally avoiding his dick.  He clenches his eyes shut and wishes suddenly that Zach would sting his skin with the crop… Anything to pull him back from the edge.  Because coming before he’s supposed to is not an option.  Not when Zach is being so generous and giving him exactly what he wants.  Not when he’s supposed to be showing their guest how good he can be.

The word "orange” is just behind his teeth when Zach finally pulls away and sits back on his heels, looking smug as Chris pants and tries to get a fucking hold on himself.  

“Hmmm.  I love it when you’re like this,” Zach says softly, reaching forward with a single finger to nudge the toy again.  "I could ask anything of you right now, and you’d offer it up with one of those sweet little whimpers, like I was doing you a favor.“

Chris swallows, wondering what Zach intends to ask of him, eyes darting to Ian for a moment because Zach is right — he can’t think of anything he’d say no to right now.  And that’s another layer of the unexpected tonight.

Six Sentence Sunday

More Big Bang…

Chris tries to pull forward, but it’s impossible.  He has no leverage.  Still, the attempt makes Zach hum approval.  

“Fuck, I love watching you strain against your restraints to get at my cock.  Muscles all bunched.  Here, baby.  Let me help.”

He crowds Chris now, stepping over his spread knees so his cock is pushing into Chris’ face.  He paints precome across his lips as Chris looks up at him, waiting.  Chris wants the weight of that cock on his tongue, the silky skin pushing against his palette, but Zach can be methodical, and it always starts with the lips.  Zach tugs at his hair to turn his head, glossing up his mouth and watching with such intensity the stare itself is driving Chris crazy.

He’s nearly forgotten about Ian when he hears a groan and catches movement out of the corner of his eye.  Zach spares a glance to his left, but then is focused on Chris again, saying, “Open up for me,” and Chris sighs in relief as the head of Zach’s cock pushes in.  He sucks softly, enjoying the hitch in Zach’s breath and the bliss in his expression before it’s schooled into concentration again.  "That’s it.  That’s perfect,“ he says, pumping his cock slowly into Chris’ mouth.  "Jesus, Chris.  Your lips.  Perfectly straight men look at these lips and imagine them wrapped around their cocks.  Half the people that party were staring at your lips with their eyes glazed over.  You’re allowed, you know.”

And that last part doesn’t make sense until he realizes it’s directed at Ian.

“I said you couldn’t touch him, or me.  But you can touch yourself. In fact, I think Chris would appreciate seeing how much you’re affected.  This whole fantasy is about him knowing there’s more than one cock in the room hard for him.  As far as I’m concerned, you can strip, jerk off, move to get a better view, move to give him a better view… you just can’t touch us.”  The whole time he’s talking to Ian, he’s still watching intently as his cock slides in and out of Chris’ mouth.  Now he meets Chris’ eyes.  “I know our guest has had the pleasure of your mouth before, but I don’t think he’s felt himself surrounded by your throat.”  Chris manages a weak shake of the head as Zach thrusts deeper, shifting again and cradling Chris’ head in one hand like it’s the most precious thing in the world while the other tugs at his hair, getting him into position.  “Let’s show him how deep you can take me, shall we?”

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Yeah, so no more hiding what this is going to be. We’re finally getting to the actual porn.

He counts the seconds, keeping himself where Zach left him, and then he feels Zach behind him and the slide of leather at his wrist.  Zach fastens one cuff, and then the other, as Ian sips his scotch watching intently.  As the leather tightens around his wrists, he can’t help but let out a small whimper.

Zach is pressed against his back now, the line of his erection nudging Chris’ ass.  Each of his hands grasp Chris’ wrists as he whispers into his ear, “Hmmm.  Do you want to undress yourself the rest of the way, or shall I take your hands out of the picture now?” Chris shivers as warm breath ghosts across his skin, not even knowing whether he’d rather obey an order to undress, or be prevented from doing it himself.  And he takes too long to decide.  "Christopher.“

"You choose,” he manages quietly, looking at Ian to see if he’s able to follow their conversation.

Zach pauses, apparently not pleased by Chris offering control.  "I’ll be deciding most things tonight, Christopher.“

It’s a polite reprimand — probably because of their guest — but Chris understands.  He closes his eyes, suddenly sure he’d much rather just have Zach manhandle him in front of his friend than try to follow directions with so many stimuli competing for his attention.  He takes a deep breath, "Bind my hands, please.”

“Hmmm. Good.”  

Chris opens his eyes and watches Ian’s face as Zach drags both hands behind his back and latches the cuffs together with a carabiner he’s pulled out of his pocket.  And now Chris can’t touch himself, hard as he’s been for hours.  It’s almost a relief to not have to resist any more.  He stands straighter, chest pulled broad and shoulders forced back by the cuffs.  He knows Zach likes this, though it naturally changes his posture and tips his hips back.  He tries to compensate, pushing his hips forward just as Zach reaches across to skim fingers along the front of his pants.

He bites back a moan, and Ian’s fingers twitch toward his own dick.

Zach presses fingers along either side of Chris’ erection, making it obscenely obvious through his pants.  Ian’s eyes are glued to his crotch as Zach teases, finally tracing along the ridge of it with one hand while the other retreats to his pocket.

Chris jumps and lets out a moan as the toy buzzes insistently in his ass again.  Zach’s hand closes roughly over his crotch, pulling Chris back against him and allowing him to adjusts to the increased stimulation.  

“What just happened,” Ian asks, and Chris opens his eyes just in time to see Zach hold up the remote in his peripheral vision, and Ian’s eyes grow wide with understanding.  "Did he put it in just now in the bedroom?“

Zach shakes his head as he pops the button on Chris’ slacks.  "You were a spontaneous addition to our plans for tonight, but we did have plans all along.”

“So at the party… you could just push a button in your pocket and—”

“Get his attention quite effectively.  And remind him that he is stretched and slick and ready for me.”

“Jesus,” Ian gasps, his hand covering his cock for a moment before he seems to remember himself and reluctantly place it back on his thigh.  Zach kisses Chris’ cheek and whispers something he can’t quite make out as his zipper is lowered, and then Zach is forcing down his pants and briefs and exposing him completely to Ian’s gaze.  The pants are kicked aside and Zach is gone for a moment before returning and saying firmly, “Legs apart.”

Few Words Wednesday

I’ve hardly written anything in weeks, but here’s a bit of something I’m working on.  Picspiration can be found here.

9 months ago.

Chris is panting against the table, muscles in his back flexing with each gasp as he tries desperately to hold his spread legs still and not squirm against his bindings.  Zach has him kneeling on two dining table chairs, one leg bound to each so they can be be spread as far as Zach likes.  He is bent over the table, arms crossed behind his back and secured to opposite table legs.  It isn’t tight — he has plenty of room to squirm — but he can’t change positions.  He’s pinned just as surely as if Zach had used twice as much rope.

Zach wants him still, but is doing what he can to make Chris writhe: one hand slowly stroking his dripping cock and the other fucking him with a single finger.  Not enough to get him off — no where near — but enough to send him into subspace.  Enough to make him blink several times and grunt wordlessly as Zach’s voice penetrates the fog with, “Tell me a fantasy.”