Ivan chuckled and nipped playfully at the curve of Liam’s ear before teasing him all the more. “Shh… such a needy treasure…” He collected the sticky fluid on his fingers, stroking wicked circles over the throbbing head of Liam’s cock, before withdrawing to shove them between his lips. “You’re so cute right now. You’re blushing, you know? This is so wrong, isn’t it?” He slid his sticky index and middle finger along Liam’s tongue, opening them when he responded with gentle kitten licks. “Every time you hear my voice you’ll think about being wrapped up tight and completely at my mercy.”
Liam grunted and breathed even deeper through his nose, forcing himself and focusing entirely on trying to suck clean those sullied fingers. The familiar tang on his tongue mingled with the truth of Ivan’s words. Cute. Wrong. Tight. Mercy. He was vaguely aware of his jeans and shorts being pushed down to expose him, it was only the gentle brush of canvas on his thighs that made it clear what was coming next. “Oh God…” The sound escaped him in the same moment as Ivan’s spit-slick fingers. “Yes. Yes. Please… use me. Please.”
Ivan shifted his weight on top of him again, his left hand suddenly pushing against Liam’s shoulder and forcing his torso against the carpet until he could acutely feel the buckles digging into his chest. With one leg planted between his knees and Ivan’s right hand braced on his tailbone he was pinned, helpless and exposed. “You have no idea how tempted I am…” Ivan murmured, idly sliding his finger from tailbone to crack - a delicate tease of skin on skin that Liam’s heightened senses relished. “You’re shaking, you know. It would be so easy to just open you up...” His voice trailed as his fingers did, teasing along Liam’s crack before pushing the blunt thickness of his middle finger against his opening, barely pressing there. “Use you properly, fill you up like the beautiful receptacle that you are.”
Gasping as the spit-wet finger slid into him, Liam shuddered again and would not be surprised if he was hard again, or still. It wasn’t any one thing, not the easy way Ivan’s thick finger opened him and searched out along his innermost walls for that tender little bundle of nerves, nor the words in that calm low tone, but rather the combining of all the elements seeping into his tightly wrapped psyche at one sensuous stew of a moment. He moaned, drool dripping down his lower lip and hitting his chin where he was helpless to wipe it away.
“You are definitely tempting.” Ivan continued, seemingly undaunted by Liam’s pathetic whimpering moans. “Unfortunately I believe that we’re ill-prepared for the sort of things I could do with something larger than this.” He punctated the statement by massaging the tip of his middle finger against a very sensitive spot until Liam squirmed and writhed underneath him, unable to get away. “Thankfully for both of us, I’m not the kind of man that needs to fuck you with my cock to feel good.” His finger shifted then, slow at first but increasing in speed and intensity. “It’s much more fun to simply tease and take the sort of thing that I’m certain very few have seen in you.”
Liam whimpered again, low and plaintive this time. The nebulous words that more filtered through his addled brain than actually engaged his thoughts were right, very few… so very few he could allow such a level of vulnerability with. He shuddered and the hand that had pinned him at the shoulders suddenly seized him by the back straps and yanked him up on his knees - driving the finger that probed him shockingly deep.
“And time is a little bit of a problem.” Ivan’s voice dipped lower still. “See, very soon we’ll have to be face to face with people that will never know what this device has been through.” His teeth caught Liam’s ear and nipped hard enough to leave a red spike of heat behind. “And won’t know that every time you look at me you’re going to think about this little moment where you know you are my plaything.”
“Yes.” Liam gulped his voice wavering and weak. “I-I-I-” He stammered and then faltered completely as the sticky tender head of his cock brushed against the canvas clinging to his belly. “Oh God!”
“Shhh… just give me what I want, treasure… just a little more for me.”
A sound somewhere between a shriek and a gasp broke the tension of the room as Liam’s balls throbbed in tune with the deep deep massage and he realized he was riding the precipice dangerously close to an even more awkward mess.
“Good boy…” Ivan purred as he leaned Liam’s helpless frame against his chest to reach and wrap a hand around the base of Liam’s aching cock. “Can’t have you making a mess of this prize, can we?”
“No…” Liam whined. “S-sor-”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” Ivan commanded, barely shifting the fingertip inside him as he favored slow and steady strokes from the base of Liam’s cock to the wet tip. “You are my toy. I will use you as I please.”
Whimpering and trembling, Liam floated in the depths of submission for a long moment until the ache in his loins became a nearly painful expulsion, pulses of his seed being drawn out by skilled fingers and words that hadn’t even registered to his conscious brain.
“-and then next time you won’t even expect it, will you?” Ivan was saying in clipped and drawn out words that demanded an answer.
“Next time?” Liam rasped, dazed in the moment. The response was fleshy knuckles once more coated in his own fluids being slid along the inside of his cheek until his mouth was spread with the width of Ivan’s fingers.
“Don’t pretend this won’t happen again.” Ivan murmured, slowly working his fingers in a curled gesture to stroke Liam’s obedient lapping tongue. “You’re not the kind of man to deny someone their precious plaything.”
Lord no, he certainly wasn’t. No. Not even the sort of someone that was making him gag on long fingers as he was held from behind doubly clenched in Ivan’s embrace and then the increasingly warm and heavy canvas cocoon. He grunted and drooled around the mass of wiggling fingertips, tongue flicking between them to collect every stray drop of his essence and worship them properly. Next time then, he thought in a lust-drunk haze. There were so many possibilities for this next time.
“Good.” Ivan whispered against his ear, turning just enough for that wiry hair to once more tickled at the sweaty skin of Liam’s hairline. “Now you’re going to be a good plaything and serve your purpose.”
The low “uh huh” in Liam’s throat came out a wet and gurgly groan from around Ivan’s fingers, his palm damp when Ivan cupped it over his chin and opened his mouth wide with a gentle pulling downward. Compliance felt so good, so right. Easy.
“Open nice and wide now, that’s good…” Ivan murmured low and slow, less command and more reminder. “Now don’t move.”
If he was even capable of moving, Liam wouldn’t have considered it. Even when Ivan’s warm body shifted away from his back and long denim legs stepped over him, Liam didn’t flinch or move a muscle. Instead, he waited in calm complacency, staring straight ahead at eyeline with the hard rise of arousal pushing through an open zipper atop a cushion of blue undershorts and ginger curls. He licked his lips and heard the sound of Ivan clearing his throat.
Ivan’s hand stroked over Liam’s temple, spreading the wetness of his saliva as he brushed back a stray lock that had fallen out of place in the light manhandling. He then grasped hard enough to elicit another throaty moan as he tilted back Liam’s head ever so slightly. “Right there. You really do have a lovely mouth, I know it’s trite to say it, but you do.”
Liam blushed even deeper, were such a thing possible, but didn’t move one bit. He closed his eyes and Ivan tugged again, drawing them open to look into his smiling face as Ivan withdrew the fullness of his erection and rubbed the crown along Liam’s wet lips. Anticipating what was to come as best he could, his tongue darted out to taste the first musky arousal he’d been allowed and once more Liam felt his knees go weak and his stamina falter for only a moment.
“Did I tell you to lick it?” Ivan asked simply, giving Liam’s hair a hard yank.
“Ahh… no.” Liam groaned and then gulped. “May I? Please? May I take care of this?”
“Better.” Ivan offered a half nod, his fingers slowly uncurling to give Liam to room to to do so. “Best be quick…” He murmured, the taut grasp reverting to a more tender petting as Liam leaned into it, finding the firm flesh with his lips and then his tongue to taste him. “I’m sure you don’t want to be caught exposed and on your knees with my dick in your mouth.”
His heart rate pushed higher at the mere thought, part of him always suspected if he was ever caught with a dick in his mouth at all it would probably be someone he had a much closer intimate friendship with. Still, there was risk and there was also Ivan’s hand on the back of his head guiding him into place with practiced ease. He grunted, but obediently took the full length down his tongue until it brushed the back of his throat and forced a soft swallow.
“Good boy…” Ivan rewarded Liam with another long rake of fingers through his hair before resting his palm at the nape of Liam’s neck to get better hold as he began to slowly rock his hips against the tease of tongue and lips. “Be nice and still, close your eyes and listen to my voice.”
Liam’s eyes closed with hardly a thought, his ears already tuned in to the low rumble of Ivan’s gentle yet intent cadence. All he had to do was exist and be a good warm hole, to listen and do what he was told.
“This is a real honor, you know?” Ivan murmured appreciatively, gently tickling the downy hairs at the base of Liam’s neck even as he thrust into the welcoming heat of his throat. “I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing such an eager treasure of a toy in a long time… and I admit, I didn’t think you had this in you.”
Ivan’s fingers danced down Liam’s spine only an inch or so before once more seizing the broad canvas strap down the back, rattling the tightly cinched buckles there. When Liam responded with several eager hard swallows, he yanked again and left it pulled taut against Liam’s body. “This was the key for you, wasn’t it? You knew what it would do to you to be held together and helpless. You were afraid of someone knowing that about you.”
Liam grunted and for the first time in the long moments since the encounter started, he fought against the straitjacket and tried to pull at the sleeves - both relishing in the tension that strained across his shoulders in return and the suddenly aggressive grasp of Ivan’s fingers once more in his hair to hold him still.
“You’ll finish this, and then I’ll start back on your buckles.” Ivan’s voice sounded menacing, but when he followed it with a clear safety check, Liam realized that their footing was still as equal as it was at the start. “Lift your right shoulder twice if you understand.”
Groaning around the thick shaft that jerked and pushed against his gag reflex, Liam nosed in even closer to Ivan’s musky nest of ginger fur and indeed raised his shoulder twice, quick but with purpose. It was good, it was so fucking good…
And Ivan tugged again, twisting his wrist just enough that Liam’s mouth opened wider for a silent scream that was completely stifled around one hard thrust from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat. Ivan moaned loud enough that the odds of them being caught escalated even further, but then forced it back to growl out real words. “You just need a firm hand sometimes to remind you of what you are, Liam.” He shuddered and panted hard, Liam could feel the tightness coiling in Ivan’s thighs as they literally held him upright. “A sweet little toy held together with string and with buckles to be played with and then put away without a scratch on him.”
Ivan was almost a gentleman when he came, his husky voice dropping down to a rumbling moan that rattled in his chest as pulses of fluid started on Liam’s tongue and then slid out from between his lips, streaking across the bruised flesh before wiping across his cheeks and marking him. Ivan stroked his hair and mumbled half-legible platitudes about his treasured toy as he gave one last nudge of his spent cock against Liam’s nose.
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Re: Fill: "Fitting" (Ivan/Liam, Explicit. straitjacket, D/s)
Date: 2018-04-06 08:28 pm (UTC)Liam grunted and breathed even deeper through his nose, forcing himself and focusing entirely on trying to suck clean those sullied fingers. The familiar tang on his tongue mingled with the truth of Ivan’s words. Cute. Wrong. Tight. Mercy. He was vaguely aware of his jeans and shorts being pushed down to expose him, it was only the gentle brush of canvas on his thighs that made it clear what was coming next. “Oh God…” The sound escaped him in the same moment as Ivan’s spit-slick fingers. “Yes. Yes. Please… use me. Please.”
Ivan shifted his weight on top of him again, his left hand suddenly pushing against Liam’s shoulder and forcing his torso against the carpet until he could acutely feel the buckles digging into his chest. With one leg planted between his knees and Ivan’s right hand braced on his tailbone he was pinned, helpless and exposed. “You have no idea how tempted I am…” Ivan murmured, idly sliding his finger from tailbone to crack - a delicate tease of skin on skin that Liam’s heightened senses relished. “You’re shaking, you know. It would be so easy to just open you up...” His voice trailed as his fingers did, teasing along Liam’s crack before pushing the blunt thickness of his middle finger against his opening, barely pressing there. “Use you properly, fill you up like the beautiful receptacle that you are.”
Gasping as the spit-wet finger slid into him, Liam shuddered again and would not be surprised if he was hard again, or still. It wasn’t any one thing, not the easy way Ivan’s thick finger opened him and searched out along his innermost walls for that tender little bundle of nerves, nor the words in that calm low tone, but rather the combining of all the elements seeping into his tightly wrapped psyche at one sensuous stew of a moment. He moaned, drool dripping down his lower lip and hitting his chin where he was helpless to wipe it away.
“You are definitely tempting.” Ivan continued, seemingly undaunted by Liam’s pathetic whimpering moans. “Unfortunately I believe that we’re ill-prepared for the sort of things I could do with something larger than this.” He punctated the statement by massaging the tip of his middle finger against a very sensitive spot until Liam squirmed and writhed underneath him, unable to get away. “Thankfully for both of us, I’m not the kind of man that needs to fuck you with my cock to feel good.” His finger shifted then, slow at first but increasing in speed and intensity. “It’s much more fun to simply tease and take the sort of thing that I’m certain very few have seen in you.”
Liam whimpered again, low and plaintive this time. The nebulous words that more filtered through his addled brain than actually engaged his thoughts were right, very few… so very few he could allow such a level of vulnerability with. He shuddered and the hand that had pinned him at the shoulders suddenly seized him by the back straps and yanked him up on his knees - driving the finger that probed him shockingly deep.
“And time is a little bit of a problem.” Ivan’s voice dipped lower still. “See, very soon we’ll have to be face to face with people that will never know what this device has been through.” His teeth caught Liam’s ear and nipped hard enough to leave a red spike of heat behind. “And won’t know that every time you look at me you’re going to think about this little moment where you know you are my plaything.”
“Yes.” Liam gulped his voice wavering and weak. “I-I-I-” He stammered and then faltered completely as the sticky tender head of his cock brushed against the canvas clinging to his belly. “Oh God!”
“Shhh… just give me what I want, treasure… just a little more for me.”
A sound somewhere between a shriek and a gasp broke the tension of the room as Liam’s balls throbbed in tune with the deep deep massage and he realized he was riding the precipice dangerously close to an even more awkward mess.
“Good boy…” Ivan purred as he leaned Liam’s helpless frame against his chest to reach and wrap a hand around the base of Liam’s aching cock. “Can’t have you making a mess of this prize, can we?”
“No…” Liam whined. “S-sor-”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” Ivan commanded, barely shifting the fingertip inside him as he favored slow and steady strokes from the base of Liam’s cock to the wet tip. “You are my toy. I will use you as I please.”
Whimpering and trembling, Liam floated in the depths of submission for a long moment until the ache in his loins became a nearly painful expulsion, pulses of his seed being drawn out by skilled fingers and words that hadn’t even registered to his conscious brain.
“-and then next time you won’t even expect it, will you?” Ivan was saying in clipped and drawn out words that demanded an answer.
“Next time?” Liam rasped, dazed in the moment. The response was fleshy knuckles once more coated in his own fluids being slid along the inside of his cheek until his mouth was spread with the width of Ivan’s fingers.
“Don’t pretend this won’t happen again.” Ivan murmured, slowly working his fingers in a curled gesture to stroke Liam’s obedient lapping tongue. “You’re not the kind of man to deny someone their precious plaything.”
Lord no, he certainly wasn’t. No. Not even the sort of someone that was making him gag on long fingers as he was held from behind doubly clenched in Ivan’s embrace and then the increasingly warm and heavy canvas cocoon. He grunted and drooled around the mass of wiggling fingertips, tongue flicking between them to collect every stray drop of his essence and worship them properly. Next time then, he thought in a lust-drunk haze. There were so many possibilities for this next time.
“Good.” Ivan whispered against his ear, turning just enough for that wiry hair to once more tickled at the sweaty skin of Liam’s hairline. “Now you’re going to be a good plaything and serve your purpose.”
The low “uh huh” in Liam’s throat came out a wet and gurgly groan from around Ivan’s fingers, his palm damp when Ivan cupped it over his chin and opened his mouth wide with a gentle pulling downward. Compliance felt so good, so right. Easy.
“Open nice and wide now, that’s good…” Ivan murmured low and slow, less command and more reminder. “Now don’t move.”
If he was even capable of moving, Liam wouldn’t have considered it. Even when Ivan’s warm body shifted away from his back and long denim legs stepped over him, Liam didn’t flinch or move a muscle. Instead, he waited in calm complacency, staring straight ahead at eyeline with the hard rise of arousal pushing through an open zipper atop a cushion of blue undershorts and ginger curls. He licked his lips and heard the sound of Ivan clearing his throat.
Ivan’s hand stroked over Liam’s temple, spreading the wetness of his saliva as he brushed back a stray lock that had fallen out of place in the light manhandling. He then grasped hard enough to elicit another throaty moan as he tilted back Liam’s head ever so slightly. “Right there. You really do have a lovely mouth, I know it’s trite to say it, but you do.”
Liam blushed even deeper, were such a thing possible, but didn’t move one bit. He closed his eyes and Ivan tugged again, drawing them open to look into his smiling face as Ivan withdrew the fullness of his erection and rubbed the crown along Liam’s wet lips. Anticipating what was to come as best he could, his tongue darted out to taste the first musky arousal he’d been allowed and once more Liam felt his knees go weak and his stamina falter for only a moment.
“Did I tell you to lick it?” Ivan asked simply, giving Liam’s hair a hard yank.
“Ahh… no.” Liam groaned and then gulped. “May I? Please? May I take care of this?”
“Better.” Ivan offered a half nod, his fingers slowly uncurling to give Liam to room to to do so. “Best be quick…” He murmured, the taut grasp reverting to a more tender petting as Liam leaned into it, finding the firm flesh with his lips and then his tongue to taste him. “I’m sure you don’t want to be caught exposed and on your knees with my dick in your mouth.”
His heart rate pushed higher at the mere thought, part of him always suspected if he was ever caught with a dick in his mouth at all it would probably be someone he had a much closer intimate friendship with. Still, there was risk and there was also Ivan’s hand on the back of his head guiding him into place with practiced ease. He grunted, but obediently took the full length down his tongue until it brushed the back of his throat and forced a soft swallow.
“Good boy…” Ivan rewarded Liam with another long rake of fingers through his hair before resting his palm at the nape of Liam’s neck to get better hold as he began to slowly rock his hips against the tease of tongue and lips. “Be nice and still, close your eyes and listen to my voice.”
Liam’s eyes closed with hardly a thought, his ears already tuned in to the low rumble of Ivan’s gentle yet intent cadence. All he had to do was exist and be a good warm hole, to listen and do what he was told.
“This is a real honor, you know?” Ivan murmured appreciatively, gently tickling the downy hairs at the base of Liam’s neck even as he thrust into the welcoming heat of his throat. “I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing such an eager treasure of a toy in a long time… and I admit, I didn’t think you had this in you.”
Ivan’s fingers danced down Liam’s spine only an inch or so before once more seizing the broad canvas strap down the back, rattling the tightly cinched buckles there. When Liam responded with several eager hard swallows, he yanked again and left it pulled taut against Liam’s body. “This was the key for you, wasn’t it? You knew what it would do to you to be held together and helpless. You were afraid of someone knowing that about you.”
Liam grunted and for the first time in the long moments since the encounter started, he fought against the straitjacket and tried to pull at the sleeves - both relishing in the tension that strained across his shoulders in return and the suddenly aggressive grasp of Ivan’s fingers once more in his hair to hold him still.
“You’ll finish this, and then I’ll start back on your buckles.” Ivan’s voice sounded menacing, but when he followed it with a clear safety check, Liam realized that their footing was still as equal as it was at the start. “Lift your right shoulder twice if you understand.”
Groaning around the thick shaft that jerked and pushed against his gag reflex, Liam nosed in even closer to Ivan’s musky nest of ginger fur and indeed raised his shoulder twice, quick but with purpose. It was good, it was so fucking good…
And Ivan tugged again, twisting his wrist just enough that Liam’s mouth opened wider for a silent scream that was completely stifled around one hard thrust from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat. Ivan moaned loud enough that the odds of them being caught escalated even further, but then forced it back to growl out real words. “You just need a firm hand sometimes to remind you of what you are, Liam.” He shuddered and panted hard, Liam could feel the tightness coiling in Ivan’s thighs as they literally held him upright. “A sweet little toy held together with string and with buckles to be played with and then put away without a scratch on him.”
Ivan was almost a gentleman when he came, his husky voice dropping down to a rumbling moan that rattled in his chest as pulses of fluid started on Liam’s tongue and then slid out from between his lips, streaking across the bruised flesh before wiping across his cheeks and marking him. Ivan stroked his hair and mumbled half-legible platitudes about his treasured toy as he gave one last nudge of his spent cock against Liam’s nose.