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Chris is a fool. A gullible, eager-to-please, headstrong fool.
The other night in the afterglow of some rather intense sex in which Chris had dominated the hell out of Leon, the younger had sighed, pretending to hold back something he wanted to say.
“Go on, spill” Chris had rolled his eyes at the dramatics, and grinned as Leon turned around under the sheets to face him.
“Sometimes…I wonder if you could cope with even half the stuff you put me through in bed,” Leon had pondered aloud, his false innocence and wide eyes being endlessly amusing to Chris.
“I’ll leave that to your imagination then,” Chris mused, assuming Leon was just trying to be cheeky before they slept. He relaxed into his pillow with a content sigh. A few moments of peaceful quiet passed before the younger spoke again.
“Why? Don’t think you could handle it?”
This was the exact moment Chris got trapped, baited like a clueless little animal.
Leon knew he couldn’t, and wouldn’t back down from a challenge.
“What does that mean? Of course I could,” Chris had balked, a sense of impending doom had hung over him, the feeling of knowing you’re falling into a trap but not being able to see it.
Leon had sighed sadly, but Chris caught the mischief in those eyes when they stared into his soul.
“I won’t believe it until I see it,” Leon claimed, before he tucked his head into Chris’ chest and spoke cutely, “G’night babe.”
Chris did not sleep that night.
So, a few weeks later Chris is feeling a little stupefied as he lays on their bed, back propped up by some pillows, with his hands secured tightly to the headboard above him with some soft bondage rope.
Leon is sat in one of their armchair’s adjacent to the bed, one leg crossed over the other, chin resting in his palm, wearing a shit-eating grin as he observes Chris.
“Enjoying the view?” Chris asks weakly, trying to break the silence.
Now he’s here, the vulnerability of his position and lack of knowledge on what Leon has planned makes his stomach flip with anticipation, maybe a little trepidation too.
“Oh, absolutely” is the short reply he gets, nothing more.
He shuffles around a little on the bed, trying to figure out how much mobility he has. The way the pillows are placed under his lower back means he’s unable to get his weight on his ass, instead it all rests on his tailbone. That asshole really thought this through.
The only way he can get more leverage would be to get his legs under him, but Leon- impossibly, seems to be watching the thoughts fly through Chris’ head.
“Don’t tell me I need to tie your ankles up too,” He drawls. His daring tone shocks Chris, he wasn’t expecting Leon to take to the dominant role so quickly, he even thought Leon might find himself lost with all the possibilities and power.
“Nah, just getting used to it is all,” he explains shyly, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’s already made Leon threaten him before they’ve gotten to the good bit.
“Nothing uncomfortable? Wiggle your fingers and tell me if they’re feeling fuzzy,” Leon asks, and Chris feels a spark of pride. He’s glad Leon notices all the little checks Chris does during their usual scenes, and is taking them seriously even if this is just a lighter, more experimental session.
Chris moves his fingers easily with no signs of numbness, Leon had made sure he could fit two of his own fingers in the binding alongside Chris’ wrists for that exact reason.
“All good, thank you,” Chris assures, remembering he was expected to answer verbally.
“Good boy,” Leon quips, it’s meant to be a little lighthearted, but Chris feels his cheeks go warm and his heart rate pick up. Huh.
“Oh…you like being good for me?” Leon is leaning forward now, paying close attention and smirking when Chris nods, a little bashful. “I’m gonna put that to the test.”
The subtle warning makes Chris’ stomach flip, but more out of excitement now. It’s easier to relax into his role now he knows what his goal is. He’s going to be good, no matter how hard Leon makes it.
The bed dips next to him, and Leon is slowly tracing his hands over Chris’ stomach, travelling down to the waistband of his boxer briefs, the only garment on him.
“Colour?” Leon whispers with a small, kind smile. Chris’ heart swells.
“All green, baby” Chris puckers his lips for a kiss, and is delighted when Leon allows him one.
“Good, I’m going to tell you now what my plan is,” Leon starts. He’s back to leading them both now, an air of self assurance and preparedness glowing from him. “If anything sounds like something you’ll genuinely dislike, you tell me. If at any point your colour changes I expect you to inform me- don’t wait for me to ask, okay?”
Chris takes in everything, and promises Leon that he’ll speak up without hesitation.
A cold hand creeps below his waistband, and his breath catches as Leon firmly grips his half-hard cock.
“I’m going to edge you until I feel like letting you cum,” He says calmly, slowly massaging Chris to full hardness. “I might ride you if you impress me, but it’ll take some earning,” Leon winks, and Chris can feel himself getting frustrated already.
It seems a dominant Leon is an insufferable Leon.
“I’ll find a way to impress you,” Chris promises, if not for his own pride, then at least for his dick.
He’s suddenly recalling all the times he’s edged Leon until he was sobbing, begging with his whole heart to cum, with a sense of dread. There’s even been times where Chris didn’t let him cum in the end at all, when he’d been a particularly testing brat.
Yeah, better play along sweetly, he tells himself.
He’s forced out of his thoughts when Leon lightly bites one of his nipples. It felt like an elastic band getting lightly snapped against it. The sensation makes him feel…weird? It’s not necessarily pleasurable, but it’s not bad. He’s never paid his own nipples any mind before.
Leon quickly soothes the area, rubbing his wet tongue around the nub as he massages the other with his fingertips.
There’s a light warmth spreading across Chris entire chest, an almost tingling sensation spreading around, like an echo of pleasure.
He twists a little in his restraints, not sure what to do with himself, but enjoying the feeling.
Leon must get bored of that particular endeavour, and moves down to remove Chris’ underwear. He’s still fully dressed himself, and the difference in exposure makes Chris feel a little demure .
“I’ll let you choose this next part because I’m nice like that,” Leon announces proudly, hands now on each of Chris’ thighs. “We can either start with the vibrator on your cock, or the fleshlight…” He trails off enticingly, a sharp curiosity in his eyes.
Chris tries to weigh up his options carefully. If he’s going to get edged a few times, it’s probably best to avoid the vibrator, it throws you toward orgasm quickly and easily overstimulates. He knows from using it on Leon.
“Fleshlight please?”
“Vibrator it is!” Leon annoyingly claps his hands together once, and moves to their drawer of toys with a little too much enthusiasm.
“You assho-“
“Watch it,” Leon warns in a dark voice, suddenly turning to face Chris and pointing a finger at him, a serious set to his eyes.
Chris gulps and nods quickly, his heart palpitating. He’s getting the impression that he vastly underestimated how serious Leon would be.
He stays quiet while Leon grabs the vibrator, slicking the end with some lube.
It’s one of the their bigger ones, not unlike a massage wand. The bulbous tip is smooth and unforgiving, and despite it not being for penetration- you can feel it deep inside from the power of its vibrations resonating alone. Oh, and the handle has numerous different intensity buttons.
Leon returns and sits between Chris’ knees. Chris can see the hard tent in the younger’s combat pants, and aches to see him.
“Please can you take some clothes off too? I wanna see…” he tries nicely, watching as Leon takes a moment to think.
“How about for every edge you endure, I lose an item of clothing? If you manage to get me naked, I’ll ride you,” Leon offers, cocking his head to the side questioningly. Chris admires how good he is at thinking creatively on the spot
He rushes to see exactly what Leon’s wearing. A tee shirt, the combat trousers, presumably underwear, and mercifully no socks. Three edges, three denied orgasms.
“Deal,” Chris exhales as he speaks, mentally preparing himself. When a flash of mischief passes through Leon’s eyes- Chris doesn’t see it.
The hum of the vibrator starting up makes Chris tense up instinctively, trying to brace himself.
Leon has a warm hand firmly resting on his lower stomach as he moves to push the toy again the base of Chris’ erection, near his balls.
The settings are only on low, but Chris gasps aloud anyways. The sensations slowly ripple up his cock. It feels…nice. Not overwhelming or harsh, just a warm and constant stream of pleasure.
He starts to relax into it a little, especially when Leon rubs his thumb back and forth on his stomach in a repetitive soothing motion.
“Shh there you go, and now we have the warm up finished…” Leon mumbles, before clicking a button and moving the toy right beneath the head of Chris’ cock.
Chris’ legs try to jerk close almost violently, but are stopped by Leon’s strong waist as he sits between them. Leon gasps at the sudden squeeze, smiling in apparent joy at the intense reaction.
“F-fuck-“ Chris is sputtering, his feet desperately grasping for purchase on the bed so that he can move his hips, try to alleviate the immense stimulation.
“What wrong baby? Feeling a little overwhelmed?” Leon pouts in false sympathy, pressing the vibrator harder and leaning forward so his face is hovering right over Chris’, antagonising him. He’s having way too much fun.
“Y-you know you’ll- ah , pay for this shit right? Fuck, ” Chris can barely talk, biting his bottom lip so hard he’s scared it’ll split.
His blood runs cold for a moment when Leon laughs. Not the shy or submissive giggles he’s used to, but a genuine shocked laugh- as if Chris just said something absurd.
“Maybe I will, but at least I’ll know I can make you beg and cry for me too,” he replies easily, looking victorious.
Half an hour ago, Chris would’ve laughed at the notion of Leon thinking he can make him beg or cry, but now he’s pretty sure Leon is stubborn enough to make him do both no matter what. Unless he safewords of course, but he’s too curious for that and feels perfectly safe.
With the assistance of the lube, Leon easily glides the vibrator up and down Chris’ cock, always making sure to press down near the head.
Chris is still gasping for air and squirming, and breaks out in a cold sweat when he realises he’s close. His heart is hammering.
There’s a strong pulsing through his entire lower half, like water about to boil over, and he’s letting out small grunts with each breath.
Chris’ stomach starts to tighten, his hips moving as much as they can on instinct while his mouth falls open loosely.
He’s just about to fly over the edge when suddenly there’s nothing but cold air on his cock, and an achingly hard grip around the base.
Chris is too stunned to register anything for a solid few seconds, and when Leon finally released his grip- the ache he feels as his impending orgasm retreats is indescribable.
He yells a few specific curses.
“Poor Chris, it’s not that fun right?” Leon boasts, running his hands up and down Chris’ trembling thighs. Chris manages to formulate a reply with what sense he has left.
“We have a deal,” he grits out, staring pointedly at Leon’s shirt. Leon shrugs and nods his head in agreement, and slowly removes the tee shirt.
His chest is still speckled with hickey’s and marks- courtesy of Chris, and the elder finds himself yanking at his restraints, wanting to touch.
Leon, deciding that he will claim the number one spot on Chris’ shit-list, slowly runs his fingers up his navel, towards his chest. He gasps gently as he presses into the bruises, all the while maintaining eye contact at Chris.
If looks could kill, Leon would have been dead with the way Chris is glaring at him, an annoyed lip curling.
Leon must have figured if this is his one chance, he might as well give it his all regardless of the consequences, because he he slowly presses a hand into the bulge in his trousers and lets his head fall back.
Chris has a clear view of his sharp jawline like this, can see the way Leon clenches his teeth as he lets out a gravelly moan while his hands grip and massage his cock through his clothes.
Chris swears there must be steam coming from his ears. After all these years together, Leon almost never masturbated solo anymore. It’s not a rule, but Chris always suggests Leon come to him for help when he wants to get off- and Leon does. He much prefers Chris getting him off instead of his own hand.
So seeing Leon sprawled out, touching a cock that Chris was used to pleasuring and had maybe even grown to feel possessive of- then not even letting Chris touch it? It was absolute hell.
“Let me help,” he manages to force out. He wants to slap the smile of Leon’s face when he playfully shakes his head.
“You’re sounding a little tense there, Chris” Leon comments, and Chris doesn’t even grace him with a response. Just presses his lips together in a firm line, trying not to think about how bad his cock is aching for attention
“Well that’s not very fun, is it? Here, let’s get some reactions from you,” Leon suggests while settling between Chris’ knees again, disliking the petulant silence.
The forgotten vibrator is back in Leon’s hand and Chris doesn’t know whether to be relieved or fearful.
Leon has it on a middle setting, and does a testing push against his dick. Chris hisses through his teeth, he’s much more sensitive than he’d prepared for. How does Leon cope with numerous rounds of this?
He watches Leon’s eyes widen a little at the reaction, and wants to kiss the man when he removes the vibrator, seemingly choosing mercy.
Chris’ gratitude is short-lived however, when the toy gets much louder. He makes a confused noise when Leon moves it lower, and finally settles on exasperation, or maybe hopelessness, when Leon presses it hard against his perineum.
His legs seize up as the unfamiliar pleasure wracks through him. It’s been a long time since he bottomed, and thus a long time since he’s had his prostate stimulated. Leon knows that, the fucker is playing dirty.
The way the toy is pressed hard against his taint and is forcing vibrations right towards the sensitive gland, and he feels his whole body temperature rise at the unfamiliar and constant pleasure.
Chris is gripping the rope that secures his hands and throws his head back against the pillow, panting wordlessly as he tries desperately to process the situation.
“Hmm that’s right, just take it in love,” Leon encourages, it’s a little smug but Chris can recognise the light reassurance in his voice too, grounding him a tad.
Leon starts firmly moving the vibrator in steady circles, and it gradually allows another orgasm to grow inside of him, now building from a new source that has Chris’ toes curling. It feels so deep this way.
He’s now making muffled whining noises without pause, and he prays to god he’s not whimpering. At least not yet.
There’s a hot flooding feeling in his groin, and he barely gets a chance to brace for it before Leon whips the toy away.
Chris can feel his hole clenching and his hips straining as he’s robbed of yet another orgasm.
This time the sound coming from him is definitely a dry sob, he heaves on his own breaths as he tries to come down. It’s overwhelming, the severe ache of his tensing muscles and full balls contrasting with the ebbs of pleasure still flowing through him.
“Sweetheart, give me a colour” Leon orders, brushing the back of his fingers softly over Chris’ chest.
Chris had clenched his eyes shut without realising, and opens them to see Leon looking a little concerned.
“Nearing yellow? But I just need a kiss, please…I feel untethered,” Chris explains through his heavy breathing, and Leon’s eyes soften at the request.
His partner crawls up the bed, and stops to tenderly brush the sweaty hair from Chris’ face.
“I could never deny you that,” he answers sincerely, and leans down to kiss Chris oh-so softly.
Chris’ body visibly relaxes, and he kisses Leon back as well as he can from his position. It’s not a dirty, rushed kiss- simply an affectionate, comforting one.
Leon leans back, a fine line of spit connecting them and watches Chris’ eyes carefully.
“You want me to untie you for the rest? Or are you all green now?” He asks cautiously.
Chris thinks about the offer, but he definitely loves the restraints and wants to see this through. Now that he’s back on planet earth and has felt Leon’s touch, he’s perfectly okay.
“No thank you, all green” He responds honestly, then decides to be daring to get the mood back. “Let’s see if you can get any worse.”
Leon’s smile has a crazed glint, and he shrugs in acceptance of the challenge while moving back down the bed.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget the deal” he mentions offhandedly, and makes quick work of removing his trousers. If Chris is being honest, he had forgotten during the shit he just endured
When Chris sees the significant wet patch on the front of Leon’s briefs, he feels a kick of satisfaction, coupled with his dick jumping in intense arousal
“You’re really enjoying this, huh?”
“Thoroughly, I’m tempted to keep you here for days,” he says with a wink.
It was just a joke, but something in Chris revels at the thought. He’d love to see just how far Leon could go, but that’s for another time.
The fire in Chris is back with a vengeance, and he’s determined to make this at least a little difficult for Leon.
The other reaches to the bedside table to grab the fleshlight, and takes his time coating the inside with plenty of lube. They both like things wet.
When Leon returns, he pushes Chris’ legs together and straddles them, tightening his thighs over Chris’ knees. It feels like an added restraint and Chris’ dick strains in interest.
“You ready?” Leon asks, one hand holding Chris’ cock steady while the other prepares to thrust the toy onto him.
“Do your worst,” Chris challenges, and let’s his eyes close at the delightful feeling of his member being squeezed into the soft, tight toy.
Leon starts slow, pumping it leisurely, and Chris enjoys the view of his strong forearms tensing with each movement.
He notices Leon moving his whole body as he works, his hips subconsciously rocking with the movement of his hands, as though he were fucking Chris’ cock himself.
A terrible idea works it’s way into Chris’ mind, and he just has to see it play out.
With what wiggle room he has, he waits for Leon’s hips to move forward, and pushes one of his knees up so that Leon unexpectedly grinds into it.
The shocked moan that jumps from Leon’s throat is delicious to Chris’ ears, who keeps pushing his knee rhythmically into Leon’s bulge.
“I can make you feel even better than that, if you just untie me my angel?” He offers slyly, in the voice he usually saves for domming.
There’s a moment where he sees Leon’s eyes flicker, and he thinks the younger might give in before they suddenly stare into his soul, a hardened look in them.
There’s a loud smack when Leon spanks his thigh, and hard.
Chris yells out something unintelligible, more in shock than pain.
“You’re really in for it now,” Leon growls, and picks up the speed of the fleshlight suddenly, almost at a punishing pace.
So much happened in the last minute alone that Chris can barely keep up with the onslaught of pleasure, keening as his sensitive cock starts pulsing, close to cumming.
When Leon finally pulls away, Chris is a little more prepared for the pain of denial, but still cries out involuntarily.
When he manages to calm down he applauds himself for making it though the final and third one, waiting for Leon to take off his underwear and finally ride him to completion like he deserves.
Except…Leon is just sat there. Watching.
“Aren’t you going to take them off?” Chris asks blearily, and manages a sigh of relief when Leon finally does.
The elder is baffled when a now-naked Leon settles on his stomach, to take Chris’ cock in his mouth.
“What about…I thought you were-“ He babbles urgently.
“Easy big boy, I have a plug in so I’m just getting you nice and wet for me,” Leon explains, and Chris’ stomach flips at the mental image of Leon prepping himself, inserting a plug just for him. Thank the heavens.
The heat of Leon’s mouth is almost too much after how relentlessly his poor cock has been played with tonight.
Leon bobs his head lightly and pays special attention to the tip, moving his tongue just right.
After a few minutes Chris is hurtling towards the edge again, and he frantically tries to warn Leon, wishing his hands are free so he can pull the other off.
Leon makes eye contact with him, and raises a singular eyebrow before upping the intensity of his suction and forcibly throwing Chris into orgasm.
Chris feels like the world explodes behind his closed eyes, and his hip’s desperately try to thrust into Leon’s mouth to chase the aftershocks while his lover works on swallowing his load. His lungs ache with how hard he’s panting.
There’s a disappointment settling into him though, didn’t Leon promise to ride him? That’s how he wanted to cum.
“We-we had a deal…” Chris pants out tiredly.
“That was before you tried to flip the tables and trick me into a submissive headspace, wasn’t it?” Leon answers sharply, a dangerous glint to his eyes.
Chris feels something settling into his stomach heavily, the feeling of hanging over the edge of a cliff.
Leon reaches behind himself to remove the plug, and straddles Chris’ hips.
Chris still hadn’t fully softened yet, and can only watch in silent horror as Leon lines himself up.
“It’s only fair that I get to cum now, right? Might as well punish you…two birds one stone” His voice is sickly sweet, and Chris’ heart rate doubles.
“Leon I- there’s nothing left, I can’t cum again,” he pleads frantically, thinking Leon must’ve lost his damn mind.
“Oh I know, that’s why it’s a punishment. If I recall from the many times I’ve been in your position,” he points at Chris. “You’ll be just fine…well, aside from falling apart at the seams.”
Karma is a twisted thing , Chris thinks to himself bitterly.
There’s a whoosh of air as Leon reaches to grab his chin, making sure Chris is making eye contact.
“You use your safeword. You have nothing to prove, we’re just playing. This stops as soon as you need it to,” Leon instructs strictly, and Chris has never seen him so serious before.
He appreciates the sentiment very much. He knows realistically that all Leon’s talk of “payback” is bullshit, and just a premise for the scene. Leon adores how Chris doms him and wouldn’t ever hold it against the other- but it’s still nice to hear out loud that he has nothing to prove.
“I hear you. You have my word,” Chris promises, matching the serious tone.
Leon nods, and the cheshire smile returns as he starts to lower himself onto Chris.
Chris’ mouth hangs open in a silent scream as Leon’s impossibly tight entrance engulfs the head of his cock.
It’s like an intense burn, an inescapable pressure and heat that makes him jump and twist in his restraints.
When Leon’s finally fully seated, he rubs Chris’ shoulders, massaging down his arms while Chris grounds himself.
A few moments pass, and he signals to Leon that he can move, all while bracing himself for the painful pleasure to come.
The first few thrusts aren’t to bad, but as Leon quickens his pace Chris really starts to feel it.
He’s letting out whimpers with every breath, and his thighs are shaking uncontrollably beneath Leon. His hips subconsciously try to jerk away from the pleasure. His nerves feel like live wires.
Chris’ eyes sting hotly, and he’s embarrassed to notice his chin wobbling. He’s just so overwhelmed. He doesn’t want it to stop, but the idea of it continuing is too much for his tired brain to fathom.
Leon is moaning loudly with his eyebrows pinched together in concentration. He seems so blissed out. Chris starts crying.
Leon notices immediately, and silently mouths: Green?
Chris nods through a sob, and feels Leon clench around him.
“Fuck- ah, that’s so…you’re sobbing for me,” He gasps out, and Chris can tell he’s close already.
The immediate pain of overstimulation has become dully familiar now, and Chris groans miserably as he feels a second orgasm building.
Leon notices too, and slows down a little to speak.
“Can you handle another? Tell me if not and I’ll fuck your throat instead,” Leon offers, knowing Chris has never cum twice before, especially not through overstimulation.
While getting his face fucked is always fun, Chris is too intrigued to know firsthand how agonisingly good a second orgasm will feel, and tells Leon as such.
“Gotcha, you’re fuckin’ incredible,” Leon gasps before moving again.
Chris smiles at the praise, and it forces the remnant of a tear to glide down his cheek.
It takes another few minutes for Chris to really reach the edge, this orgasm is building much slower, and it’s around his entire body rather than just his cock like the first one. He warns Leon, his tears back with a vengeance.
“Fuck, I’m close - I’m gonna,” Chris can’t finish.
“Go ahead, me too-“ Leon moans, and throws his head back as he jerks himself off, spurting cum onto Chris’ chest.
The clenching of Leon’s ass pushes Chris into his final orgasm, and he barely has enough air in his lungs for the sobs he lets out, whining through the entire ordeal.
This one feels so intense, like the pleasure is been slowly dragged from the deepest parts of him, and his abdominal muscles ache like hell from intermittent tensing.
When it finally comes to an end, Chris can’t feel his legs. His whole lower half feels numb, and he would swear he doesn’t have a single bone in his body.
They both wince when Leon’s pulls himself off Chris’ cock, the former whispering an apology.
Leon rushes to undo the restraints, looking troubled when he sees the red chafing on the skin from all the tugging.
He kisses each one as if they were the most fragile joints in the world, and sits at the head of the bed, stroking through Chris’s hair.
“Talk to me? You were so perfect, thank you for trusting me” Leon says quietly.
Chris musters up the energy to grab Leon’s waist and pull until Leon is laying down on top of him and held tight. The weight is comforting.
“That was fucking insane,” He starts, and smiles against Leon’s neck. “You were insane, I loved it.”
He feels Leon finally relax, and realises he must’ve been worried about his performance.
“You make one hell of a Dom, you know that? I admit I underestimated you, and learned a valuable lesson,” Chris chuckles, and is pleased to hear Leon giggle shyly into his shoulder.
“I think I shocked myself. Seeing you like that…it was the hottest thing, I wanted to see just how much you’d let me do,” Leon confesses, and Chris is so in love.
Leon’s always a sweet boy at heart. It must’ve scared him a little to realise the extent of the things he wanted to do to Chris.
Chris squeezes his waist, and kisses Leon’s nearest shoulder.
“I’m happy to explore that with you any time,” Chris confirms. He can feel himself getting sleepier by the second, but doesn’t want to sleep until they’re less…messy.
“Think you could grab a washcloth? I cant move my legs right now,” Chris laughs, and Leon has the nerve to blush before getting up.
“Anything for you,” comes the soft reply, before Leon suddenly gasps happily. “I’m excited to be the one taking care of you, so expect to be pampered now I get to do the aftercare.”
Chris watches in warm amusement as Leon eagerly gathers way too many snacks and drinks, and agonises over which soap to put in the water he’ll use to wipe them down.
God, he’s the luckiest man on earth.