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“Erik, I don’t see how this is fun for me ,” Raoul groans. Erik ignores him and continues dripping lubricant onto his hands and Raoul’s erect penis.
“It’s not supposed to be.” He reaches to put the lube away and grabs his trusty lasso. “I get to tie you down and watch you squirm .” The red rope makes its way into a knot around Raoul’s wrists and the headboard of the bed. “You don’t get to enjoy this.” Two more ropes get tied to Raoul’s ankles.
He can’t move anywhere.
“Well, I think that’s unfair, sir!”
“Hmm, yes it is. So are you ready and consenting?” Erik kneels in between Raoul’s thighs and rakes his nails down his torso. The dragging leaves red marks.
“I suppose, yes.”
“I’m going to need a real yes, if you want to give it.”
“Yes. Yes, I am at your disposal.”
Erik cared a lot about proper consent. Something about being denied it in the past, or maybe he was just a reasonable man with common sense. Either way, it comforted Raoul to know that every action was agreed upon. At first, it felt clunky to pause every while to ask again, ‘is this okay?’ or, ‘can I touch you here?’ but it never interfered with anything. The opposite, actually. If anything, it was arousing.
The first touches were light as a feather. Gentle, grazing touches of a fingertip and nothing else. Still, it had the power to make Raoul arch his back off of the bed and whimper.
“You’re awfully sensitive here, aren’t you?” Erik giggles and continues to stroke with his finger from base to tip.
“ God– Yes! You know this already, Erik!”
“Sorry, dear, I must have forgotten. Remind me, then, how does it feel–” he presses his finger against the slit at the top– “here?”
Raoul squeals and jerks his hips away, earning a wide grin from his tormentor. Erik continues to tease the poor Vicomte, eventually switching to using his tongue in the same manner. At Raoul’s begging, he takes the length entirely in his mouth.
“Oh!” Raoul gasps. His head thrashes backwards onto the pillows, causing his hips to buck further into Erik’s mouth, and he gags.
“Watch yourself, Monsieur,” Erik growls. “Your disobedience can and will be punished.” He takes Raoul into his mouth again and swirls his tongue around the head evilly.
“I wasn’t… trying… to disobey you…!” Raoul whimpers and stutters his way through his rebuttal. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to an inevitable release and Erik’s ceaseless tongue certainly was not helping. His breath speeds up and his groans grow louder, though he tries to suppress them.
The Phantom took the cock out of his mouth and kissed the sensitive spot right below the head. “Do not stifle your songs, my dear. I should like to hear them. You won’t be heard by anyone else from down here if that is what you worry about.”
“No, please keep going, I’m so close… I just want to finish, please!”
“Poor, unhappy Vicomte. That’s not how this works!” Erik squeezes Raoul’s cock and roughly strokes it until Raoul sings, then lets go right before he can relieve himself.
“Fuck!”
Erik laughs gutturally and drags his nails down Raoul’s inner thighs, again leaving red marks. When the bound man cries out, Erik leans forward to gently kiss him, carefully grinding his own clothed erection against Raoul’s pink-tinted penis. The sudden stimulation to the unattended arousal almost makes the Ghost fall flat on top of his plaything before he catches himself and sits back up. He starts dragging his nails again, drawing blood.
“Stop! Stop, hands off!” Raoul shrieks their safe word. Erik immediately backs off.
“Everything okay?”
“Please don’t scratch that hard, Erik,” says Raoul. “It hurts and I’d rather you not do that again.”
Erik nods. “Can I kiss you then? Where I hurt you? Will that make it feel better?”
“Yes, you can. Then we can resume.”
Erik leans down to plant soft kisses on Raoul’s inner thighs, making his way up to the penis.
“Do you consent to continuing?”
“I consent.”
Over and over again, Erik stimulates Raoul to the edge and then denies him a release. After a few rounds of this, the Vicomte’s mind has completely melted. The knot in his stomach just grows tighter and tighter with every round, and his moans turn to near screams. Erik wears a tent in his trousers but lets it sit unattended, enjoying the pleasure of watching Raoul writhe around more than any direct contact could give him. He could get himself off later.
“Do you want to come?” Erik chirped, swirling a finger around the sensitive tip. “Do you want to come, dear?”
“Yes, please!”
“How badly?”
“So badly…!”
“What would you do to be allowed to come right now?”
“Anything. I would do anything– I’ll let you tie me down and leave me or lock me up or dump me in your lake to swim with the siren, anything!”
Erik hums in consideration, then smiles and starts jerking off Raoul again. The knot in his stomach tightens again as the orgasm grows closer and Erik does not stop his hand, silently signalling that Raoul will not be denied this time.
“Oh fuck!” Raoul sings, moaning and crying as he finally gets his release. White fluid shoots out of his cock, raining down on his chest and Erik’s arms. He wants to roll away from Erik to avoid whatever post-orgasm torture he had in mind, but his melted mind denies him any strength to move.
Luckily, Erik has chosen to be kind tonight.
He soothingly rubs Raoul’s sides and licks up the mess from his abdomen. Raoul stutters through his breaths.
“That’s it, my dear. Breathe. You did so good for me.”
The bed dips as Erik reaches around to untie all of the bondages, kissing the red marks left behind with his cold, misshapen lips. His cock brushes against Raoul’s rib.
“Need some help with that, hon?” Raoul starts to sit up to take the appendage into his mouth and finish it off before Erik gently pushes him back down.
“Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself later. I just want to let you wind down.”
Leaning closer to his face, Erik slowly kisses Raoul, drinking in the sweetness of his mouth and letting the faint taste of Raoul’s own cum mix into it. Their tounges tangle together as Erik tries to discreetly rub himself against Raoul’s hip. It fails, and he stutters a moan into the kiss.
“I lied, I want you to please touch me…” he whines, pulling away. Raoul smiles and dives back into the kiss, reaching down and into the pants to quickly handle it. Soon as Erik comes, they resume their soft kisses and caresses, cuddling up and indulging in their affection.