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Michael let out a squeak he hated as the ropes on his arms were tightened into the last knot. His arms fully tied up and flush against his back in a position that looked painful. He instinctively tried to move his arms, groaning softly when he felt the ache in them already. His legs were left free, the idea of tying them up made his stomach churn. Michael was already giving up a lot of the control he clung to so stubbornly. His eyes were locked on the wooden headboard so when he felt fingertips gently brushing against his hip he twitched away immediately. Jeremiah’s hand firmly grabbing his hip was a pleasant grounder for him, making him let out a breath he didn’t know he was even holding in.
“You sure about this?”
Michael’s response was quick.
“Shut up.”
He turned his head, his cheek pressing against the bed as he looked back at Jeremiah. He felt the slight friction of a towel Jeremiah had placed under him, warm. He knew that Jeremiah wasn’t going to do anything now. He gave Jeremiah a wide smile, already aware it looked a little unhinged.
“I’m sure about this. What makes you think I’m not?” He sounded insincere too, he just hoped Jeremiah knew him well enough that this stuff was hard to do.
Jeremiah sighed, patting Michael’s hip before muttering a ‘whatever you say.’ Thank god. They had a safe word anyway, which Jeremiah was insistent about. Wouldn’t it be nice to just conveniently forget it during a moment where Michael was being fucked so hard that he couldn’t even remember his own name? His grin became much more genuine as he felt Jeremiah grab his hips and pull him back, a shaky gasp the moment he felt the stretch he loved every time.
The breath he was holding left him when Jeremiah fully bottomed out, god it felt amazing. They sat there for a moment, Jeremiah letting Michael get used to it, the stretch. He hated that this had to be done every time. Michael stared at the wall, already panting softly, only looking up when felt the bed dip beside him. Jeremiah had braced his hand on the bed, leaning over Michael now. God, what a sight. A squeeze to his hip, fingers dipping into the scars that laced his body, and he felt Jeremiah pull back. The thrust back in was fantastic, Michael’s nerves lighting up. He bit his lip, trying to keep his noises in before immediately giving up.
Whimpers and moans that were much more higher-pitched than Michael liked left him, there were a few more times where Michael bit his lip to stifle his noises. A hard thrust that almost got an embarrassingly loud noise from Michael and he would immediately bite down on his lip, though it would only make the already burning fire in him brighter. The pain of it was a great catalyst.
Jeremiah’s cock hitting something deep in him that made everything in him feel like a static shock made Michael’s jaw go slack, his lip slipping free from his teeth as a broken, needy moan left him. He couldn’t get his jaw to close this time, sharp gasps and desperate moans leaving him freely.
“There!” It came out wrecked and uneven, his voice immediately softening into a needy stammer, “Jere- right… there-”
He didn’t need to beg, Jeremiah wasn’t one who liked begging. The moment Michael’s hips were lifted, his breath caught hard in his chest, his stomach flipping as the new angle made every movement land deeper than before. Each precise press inside him sent a blinding ripple up his spine, bright enough to make his vision flash white at the edges. Drool began to pool against his cheek as more and more helpless sounds were pulled from him, jaw left slack.
Michael knew he was saying something, words tumbling freely from his mouth without thought. He couldn’t focus on what he was even trying to say, not with that tight, winding pressure coiling hotter and tighter in his core. It built faster than he expected, sharp and dizzying. Was he already this close?
A word slipped out, and suddenly his focus snagged on it, his mind catching up just enough to register the sound of his own voice.
“Don’t… pull out, Jere- Make me yours… pregnant…” Heat rose up to his ears, embarrassment making him feel lightheaded. He strained his arms against the ropes binding them still. His voice continued before he could stop himself, “get me pregnant…”
What was worse was that even when Michael was fully aware of what he was saying, he couldn’t get his mouth to stay shut. Michael felt the bed dip and creak as Jeremiah leaned down, jolting slightly when lips pressed gentle kisses on his shoulder. His body must’ve missed that particular memo entirely, reacting like the fantasy was something real, something within reach. The thought stuck anyway, sinking in deeper than it should have, even while the rest of him scrambled to deny it. He didn’t want to get pregnant. Well, maybe he did. But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t want that. So why did it still curl so tight in his chest?
“Trying,” Jeremiah assured him, panting softly.
It was enough. Just one word, the confirmation. It was enough to send Michael over the edge and into pure bliss, stomach clenching in short intervals as he shot pearly white strings onto the towel below. Strained whimpers leaving his mouth, his breath snagging between pants as he squeezed his eyes shut. His legs tried to wrap around Jeremiah’s, his feet hooking onto the other man’s ankles.
Jeremiah slowed down to a pace much shallower and gentle, Michael wanted to tell him to not do that, to order him to speed again. But his voice wouldn’t work, staying slack as he went through the waves of pure ecstasy. He would soon come to appreciate the change in pace as he came down from his high, entering the blissful stage of his orgasm. He breathed heavily, his eyes fluttering open as he stared into nothing. He could feel tears pricking at his eyes, he felt the urge to quickly wipe them away like usual but he was met with his arms straining against the ropes. Jeremiah’s hands were rubbing circles into his hips, saying something to Michael. Something about how well he did. That didn’t matter to him right now.
“Another round,” Michael rasped out when he could finally muster up his voice again.
Jeremiah let out a soft huff, either amused or annoyed about being cut off mid sentence. His aftercare can wait until Michael got what he wanted.
“Want me to untie you first?”
“No,” Michael’s response was quick and short, time was being wasted.
Jeremiah pulled out, then flipped him over, one hand on his hip, the other pressing against his side. Michael’s body hit the bed with a soft thud, and a small sigh slipped past his lips. As his cheek was pulled from the sheets, he could feel the gross feeling of drool clinging and drying. He wriggled and squirmed as Jeremiah guided him onto his back, the motion leaving him acutely aware of just how thoroughly he was being manhandled. Not like he was fighting against it, practically limp in Jeremiah’s grasp.
Jeremiah wasn’t done maneuvering him however he liked either, his hands going under Michael’s thighs and pushing up to his chest. A pop and crack resounded from Michael’s joints, a mix of ‘thank god’ and ‘ow’ going through his head for a moment before focusing on how Jeremiah loomed over him now. Tied arms or not, Michael was pinned to the bed, knees drawn up so close to his chest that every movement felt impossible, every shift controlled by Jeremiah’s hold.
Jeremiah removed one of his hands from his thigh to guide himself back into Michael, a sharp breath leaving his lips. It was a much easier slide in this time, their hips pressed against each other, the stretch still making Michael clench down on Jeremiah’s cock. Jeremiah didn’t waste any more time, setting a pace that he knew made Michael vocal. He made no attempt to be quiet this time, it was too late to do so. Too late to be embarrassed about whatever fantasies he had voiced. His mind would much rather be focused on the godly sight above him and the way he was split on said godly sight’s cock.
His focus on the furrowed brows and gritted teeth on Jeremiah, the slightest crack in his usual gentle demeanor towards Michael, was broken when stars bloomed in his vision as his prostate was hit dead on.
“You better cum in me,” Michael’s voice was practically a growl, leaning forward so that he knew Jeremiah heard him before rolling his head back against the sheets.
If Jeremiah said something back, he didn’t care enough to hear it. The sheets stuck to his sweaty skin as he dug his fingernails into his arms, the ropes were going to leave an indent for hours after this. His hair was sticking to his forehead as well, he must look absolutely debauched.
He distantly felt Jeremiah shift, groaning softly as the angle of the way his cock pummeled into him changed ever so slightly. His eyes fluttered closed, letting his mind go blank for once, zoning in purely on Jeremiah in his head. He’ll admit, lips suddenly on his neck and collarbone made him jump, his breath snagging before struggling to even out the best it could with his insides being fucked like this. He wanted to grab Jeremiah, twist his hands in his hair and lock their lips together. He didn’t need to as Jeremiah’s kisses lead further up his neck, brushing against the sensitive curve of his jaw before finally pressing his lips fully against his own, the taste and warmth making him melt into the contact.
Michael felt it stir first as a low hum in his chest, the coil knotting slowly with each press and brush. Every movement, every kiss, every angle Jeremiah hit made it so hard to ignore how he was already getting close again. Muffled hums and stuttered breaths from his nose came from Michael as he leaned further into the kiss, like he was starving. Michael begrudgingly pulled away, gasping in raspy breaths.He glanced down at the narrow space between them, suddenly aware of how his cock was trapped against Jeremiah’s body. The friction pressed deep into him, hot and relentless, sending a rush of pleasure that stole his breath before he could even think. He was so focused on how good his boyfriend’s cock was inside him that the friction against his own cock was a distant forethought.
The coil wound tighter, snapping around itself like it had a mind of its own. Not again… he wasn’t going to cum already, was he? His body surged ahead, too fast, too hot, leaving his mind struggling to keep up. At least, it seemed he wasn’t alone this time. The tip of Jeremiah’s cock just missed the spot that made stars in his vision, then again and again. Jeremiah was getting sloppy.
A shaky and pathetic grin crept across his face, watching Jeremiah. Willing his body to cooperate, he intentionally clenched down on Jeremiah, earning him a hard, deliberate thrust that slammed into the spot he loved most. Pleasure shot through him like fire, and he spilled over, warm strings of cum pooling between them. He couldn’t stop himself, clenching again and again, each pulse dragging breathless, pathetic moans from his throat. Jeremiah followed, a few more deep, punishing thrusts before finally hilted fully inside him, his seed spilling hot and deep, filling him completely. Every shuddering gasp and tightening grip marked the moment as theirs, urgent and unrelenting, leaving Michael gasping and trembling beneath him.
Michael felt like pure jelly, falling back against the bed as he panted heavily. He felt sticky, covered in sweat and his own cum, and perfectly filled just like he wanted. Exhaustion weighed him down, and he let his eyes fall closed. He barely registered the sounds of shifting against soft sheets beneath him until a warm voice whispered in his ear. His eyes snapped open, had he really nodded off for just a few minutes, or had time blurred entirely? He was cleaned up the best he could be without a shower, his arms untied and gently tucked in front of him, and pulled against Jeremiah’s chest.
“You okay?” Michael heard Jeremiah softly ask as he rolled his head back against his shoulder.
He didn’t want to speak, his throat felt like it hurt, so he gave a silent nod. He liked the warm feeling of Jeremiah’s hand rubbing his stomach.
“Will the cats work for now?” The smile in Jeremiah’s voice was unmistakable. Michael’s brain short-circuited, a confused hum escaping him. “I think you just told me exactly what you want… but, last I checked, you weren’t built for it.”