[ he can practically feel wallace becoming more pliant by the minute, and that in itself is arousing for steven. being together like this has let him know what works for the both of them, so he knows just what kind of tone to speak with to fit the mood.
he drops a lingering kiss to the side of his neck before continuing with the next length of rope, positioning his wrists at the small of his back so he can braid the rope intricately up the planes of his spine. he works with dexterity, but with focus on each knot as he pulls, ties, and tightens.
when it comes to wrapping it around the front of his chest, he unclips the lacy bra and flings it away to join the rest of his discarded clothing. it leaves him only in his panties (of which he can see the fabric beginning to strain with a small bulge), giving him full freedom to work his knotted art around his entire midsection. ]
[ he watches with rapt attention and quick, shallow breaths. he's starting to feel the excitement with every tug of that rope, and watching the way he strips him down so easily and ties him up with practiced ease...
he's definitely growing hard now, as steven's seen, and watches every little loop and knot he ties with bated breath, now. he can see the intricacy to the ropes being tied, and feels almost like a wrapped present. ]
I'm always amazed at your reactions to the slightest rough handling...
[ his words act as idle teasing as he continues to wrap and bond, tying the ropes so that his arms are completely locked in place. he begins the final phases of the pattern by wrapping the rope tightly up and around his shoulder blades, equalizing the pressure from his collarbone to his pelvis, front and back. it's tight, restraining, and above all, beautiful. ]
Done. Take a look.
[ when he tightens the last knot, he draws a hand to wallace's jaw to tilt his gaze up and see himself in the mirror. he's positioned so that he can see the intricacies of both his front and back patterns, but it isn't long before steven is pressing himself to his back again, tracing his fingers along the rope. like the last time, his voice is low, lustful, and close to his ear. ]
steven purrs from behind him, and grips his jaw to turn his head so he can focus on his work. that hand helps him focus, helps him let his eyes roam every every knot of bright red rope over pale skin. the sharp intake of breath he takes is something that even feels restricted, and he shudders in anticipation of what else is to come. ]
It's beautiful. [ steven's voice is low and heated in his ear and he can't help but turn his head just enough to brush his face to his. he wants him to touch him, wants him to tug him around, wants him to use him however he wishes and he's so tortuously close to getting that now. ]
[ the chuckle that he lets out is low, but honest. it's true - he loves being the one to have control over wallace like this. the other man was such a good subject, and the bonds of trust they shared as longtime friends meant that there was almost never any doubts about overstepping boundaries. in that sense, maybe they were made for each other.
but there's no time for honeyed words like that to be said out loud. for now he stays behind wallace on his own knees, one hand on his waist to anchor him while the other snakes down under his panties to graze his fingers lightly down his hardening shaft. ]
I still haven't decided what to do with you next. Any suggestions?
[ wallace feels similarily - if they ever chose to talk about it, he'd say he couldn't see himself with anyone other than steven. but they didn't talk about it - they just kept on like this without any worries.
his hands slip down to under to touch his hardened cock directly and he arches back against him- or well. he tries. the way the rope holds him back and tightens around him makes him moan low in his throat. he wants a suggestion? well then... ]
Take me. Hit me. Deprive me.
[ he cranes his head back to look at him, the tight ropes making his breath catch as he mouths at steven's jaw before speaking in a husky murmur. ]
[ that moan is like music to his ears, sending a spark down to his own groin. he's been so focused on his rope technique that he's neglected and forgotten about his own arousal. thankfully, that's about to change. ]
Goodness... How vulgar of you. [ having him so close feels good, but... ] If you insist...
[ the sultry pleasantries will end there. the hand on his waist travels up to the back of his neck to grip it with a fair bit of tightness, forcing him to bend down and bring his face to the mattress. the hand on his cock remains, his fingertips teasing his tip with a feather-light touch that completely opposes the forcefulness of his other hand. ]
[ he calls him vulgar, but he wants to do those things to him just as much - he cant help the breathy chuckle that passes between his lips. as he's pushed down against the bed he shudders and arches his hips as high as he can for him with his bindings and tries to glance back at him. he feels his fingers teasing his cock still and whimpers softly, enjoying the push of his fingers against his neck. not enough to harm him badly, but enough pressure to feel uncomfortable. exciting. ]
[ they both know that's true, but steven wants to at least try and keep some sort of appearance up. that was all part of the game they played, and getting into it could be fun.
despite the delicious-sounding whimper that wallace lets out, the hand on his cock relents to trail back across his hips and hook underneath the waistband of his panties. he works them down with a tantalizing slowness until they're stretched close to his knees, leaving everything important bared to steven. ]
Be good, now. Don't move.
[ he gives his ass a quick squeeze before relenting from the hand on his neck to reach over to his bedside table, where a bottle of lube waits. preparing ahead was something he had learned to do with their encounters in this room. ]
[ that's the fun in it for wallace- knowing that even under his cool words and smile, steven wanted him just as much as he did. even if he was being rough or hurting him, it was never more than he wanted, and steven could tell the limits.
he tells him not to move and he doesn't, just watches the other man from between his legs, chest rising and falling with excited little breaths. he feels no shame in being exposed to him - just excitement. need.
he watches his hand and shudders as he sees him grab the bottle, but he doesn't move, just like he said he wouldn't... ]
[ he was almost hoping for wallace to move so he could excuse a "punishment", but who was he kidding? they had all night; he could probably work it in even if he was perfectly obedient. it's something he'll save for after this next part, just to keep him teased. being rough and ruthless for now was the way to go, but he'll make sure that the aftercare makes it worth it. ]
You never seem to be this agreeable when we need to decide on a place for dinner.
[ said idly as he flips the cap of the bottle open, slicking his fingers. ]
[ it's said with the hint of a smirk in his voice as he reaches around him once more, teasing the head of his cock with two fingers before running them down his shaft. he'll get to what's in front of him eventually. ]
[ he continues with his light touches, not quite escalating into anything that could be called a full stroke. it's all gentle, slick rubs over his tip and down his shaft, waiting for him to give in and ask for more. he asked to be deprived; steven is providing just that. ]
[ and in response... steven will do the opposite. his hand leaves him completely, trailing to his hips, past the knotted rope and over the curve of his ass. he's going to take his sweet time with this, but all the same: ]
You're the only one that can test my patience like this. That's something to be proud of...
[ so he can't help but inch one finger into him. ]
[ a soft whine as his hand leaves him, but he feels him shift, feels his finger brush against him and push into him- his breath hitches high in his throat. ]
[ that whine is absolute music to his ears, as is the moan of his name that follows it. hearing that is certainly spurring him on, and it's what convinces him to add a second finger not long after the first. ]
Hm?
[ he catches wind of his own voice; the amusement and lust fogging it is palpable. ]
[ such a tease- but he loved it. he's left breathless as he slides another finger into him, and his hands scramble underneath him for purchase to help prop himself up. he raises his hips higher for him, glancing back to see his face. ]
[ a part of him wants to leave him there, if only to get a camera to preserve this moment in a way apart from his memory. he's had wallace beg before, but this was something a little different than that. ]
You've been so good for me. The least I can do is reward you.
[ with two fingers gently scissoring and working their way into him, it isn't long before he's able to curl them in hopes of brushing against that spot that he know will drive wallace crazy. he watches on in awe of his every reaction, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to get a little antsy. a man can only hold back for so long. ]
[ he moans his name- pulling against his bindings and pushing back against his hand eagerly. he was spoiling him and he loved it because he had no clue if it would continue or if it'd be wrenched away from him... and he loved either possibility.
it only takes a few moments for him to find that spot he's brushed against so many times - he knew where to touch and just how to touch it to make wallace a writhing mess. he moans, pressing his face down against the bed and biting his bottom lip. ]
[ honestly, it's just as fun to watch wallace in this position as it is arousing. both as a friend and casual lover, he takes a certain kind of pride and pleasure in being able to make him feel like this. he doubts that anyone else in the world knows him this well.
but despite all that, he'll relent with his fingers, pulling swiftly out of him. ]
But let's not be too hasty, of course.
[ he moves away from him to lie beside him, propping his head up with his elbow next to where the ofher has pressed his face into the mattress. ]
[ wallace all but whines as he feels steven's fingers leave him, but when he feels and sees him lay beside him, he'll roll onto his side with little shame at exposing himself fully to him. his eyes are hooded and dark with lust, cheeks flushed darkly. ]
[ oh, now that's a beautiful sight. he pauses for a moment to take it all in, from his flushed face to the intricate lines of red rope he tied, and down to his stiff, precum-tipped cock. it makes him bite his lip before he moves closer, putting a hand to his shoulder to press his back to the mattress so that he can loom over and straddle him. ]
You're perfect just the way you are.
[ there's a softness to his voice as he leans in, caressing his cheek as he leans in to press his lips to his. it's gentle, but full of a certain longing and subdued passion. when he pulls away, it's only by an inch. ]
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[ he can practically feel wallace becoming more pliant by the minute, and that in itself is arousing for steven. being together like this has let him know what works for the both of them, so he knows just what kind of tone to speak with to fit the mood.
he drops a lingering kiss to the side of his neck before continuing with the next length of rope, positioning his wrists at the small of his back so he can braid the rope intricately up the planes of his spine. he works with dexterity, but with focus on each knot as he pulls, ties, and tightens.
when it comes to wrapping it around the front of his chest, he unclips the lacy bra and flings it away to join the rest of his discarded clothing. it leaves him only in his panties (of which he can see the fabric beginning to strain with a small bulge), giving him full freedom to work his knotted art around his entire midsection. ]
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he's definitely growing hard now, as steven's seen, and watches every little loop and knot he ties with bated breath, now. he can see the intricacy to the ropes being tied, and feels almost like a wrapped present. ]
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[ his words act as idle teasing as he continues to wrap and bond, tying the ropes so that his arms are completely locked in place. he begins the final phases of the pattern by wrapping the rope tightly up and around his shoulder blades, equalizing the pressure from his collarbone to his pelvis, front and back. it's tight, restraining, and above all, beautiful. ]
Done. Take a look.
[ when he tightens the last knot, he draws a hand to wallace's jaw to tilt his gaze up and see himself in the mirror. he's positioned so that he can see the intricacies of both his front and back patterns, but it isn't long before steven is pressing himself to his back again, tracing his fingers along the rope. like the last time, his voice is low, lustful, and close to his ear. ]
I think I've outdone myself this time.
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[ for different reasons.
steven purrs from behind him, and grips his jaw to turn his head so he can focus on his work. that hand helps him focus, helps him let his eyes roam every every knot of bright red rope over pale skin. the sharp intake of breath he takes is something that even feels restricted, and he shudders in anticipation of what else is to come. ]
It's beautiful. [ steven's voice is low and heated in his ear and he can't help but turn his head just enough to brush his face to his. he wants him to touch him, wants him to tug him around, wants him to use him however he wishes and he's so tortuously close to getting that now. ]
Steven...
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[ the chuckle that he lets out is low, but honest. it's true - he loves being the one to have control over wallace like this. the other man was such a good subject, and the bonds of trust they shared as longtime friends meant that there was almost never any doubts about overstepping boundaries. in that sense, maybe they were made for each other.
but there's no time for honeyed words like that to be said out loud. for now he stays behind wallace on his own knees, one hand on his waist to anchor him while the other snakes down under his panties to graze his fingers lightly down his hardening shaft. ]
I still haven't decided what to do with you next. Any suggestions?
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his hands slip down to under to touch his hardened cock directly and he arches back against him- or well. he tries. the way the rope holds him back and tightens around him makes him moan low in his throat. he wants a suggestion? well then... ]
Take me. Hit me. Deprive me.
[ he cranes his head back to look at him, the tight ropes making his breath catch as he mouths at steven's jaw before speaking in a husky murmur. ]
Use me.
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Goodness... How vulgar of you. [ having him so close feels good, but... ] If you insist...
[ the sultry pleasantries will end there. the hand on his waist travels up to the back of his neck to grip it with a fair bit of tightness, forcing him to bend down and bring his face to the mattress. the hand on his cock remains, his fingertips teasing his tip with a feather-light touch that completely opposes the forcefulness of his other hand. ]
an ikemen rock
i have fun with my name fields
despite the delicious-sounding whimper that wallace lets out, the hand on his cock relents to trail back across his hips and hook underneath the waistband of his panties. he works them down with a tantalizing slowness until they're stretched close to his knees, leaving everything important bared to steven. ]
Be good, now. Don't move.
[ he gives his ass a quick squeeze before relenting from the hand on his neck to reach over to his bedside table, where a bottle of lube waits. preparing ahead was something he had learned to do with their encounters in this room. ]
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he tells him not to move and he doesn't, just watches the other man from between his legs, chest rising and falling with excited little breaths. he feels no shame in being exposed to him - just excitement. need.
he watches his hand and shudders as he sees him grab the bottle, but he doesn't move, just like he said he wouldn't... ]
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You never seem to be this agreeable when we need to decide on a place for dinner.
[ said idly as he flips the cap of the bottle open, slicking his fingers. ]
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Perhaps if the stakes were a bit higher.
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[ it's said with the hint of a smirk in his voice as he reaches around him once more, teasing the head of his cock with two fingers before running them down his shaft. he'll get to what's in front of him eventually. ]
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It could- be fun...
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[ he continues with his light touches, not quite escalating into anything that could be called a full stroke. it's all gentle, slick rubs over his tip and down his shaft, waiting for him to give in and ask for more. he asked to be deprived; steven is providing just that. ]
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Please- more-
[ he bites his lip, wondering what kind of reaction he'll get... more teasing? feigned anger? he quiversi n anticipation. ]
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You're the only one that can test my patience like this. That's something to be proud of...
[ so he can't help but inch one finger into him. ]
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Steven-
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Hm?
[ he catches wind of his own voice; the amusement and lust fogging it is palpable. ]
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Like that-
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You've been so good for me. The least I can do is reward you.
[ with two fingers gently scissoring and working their way into him, it isn't long before he's able to curl them in hopes of brushing against that spot that he know will drive wallace crazy. he watches on in awe of his every reaction, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to get a little antsy. a man can only hold back for so long. ]
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it only takes a few moments for him to find that spot he's brushed against so many times - he knew where to touch and just how to touch it to make wallace a writhing mess. he moans, pressing his face down against the bed and biting his bottom lip. ]
There-
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but despite all that, he'll relent with his fingers, pulling swiftly out of him. ]
But let's not be too hasty, of course.
[ he moves away from him to lie beside him, propping his head up with his elbow next to where the ofher has pressed his face into the mattress. ]
I could watch you like this for hours.
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I'll do anything you want...
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You're perfect just the way you are.
[ there's a softness to his voice as he leans in, caressing his cheek as he leans in to press his lips to his. it's gentle, but full of a certain longing and subdued passion. when he pulls away, it's only by an inch. ]
Have I teased you for long enough?
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