With Only a Whisper | By : shad0wg8 Category: +S to Z > Viewfinder Views: 1747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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These were my words for the yami-nabe: bondage, unforgiving, pasta, luck, race car + underwear
With Only a Whisper
By: shad0wg8
Feilong gazed across the table at his partner, unable to keep his lips from twitching up into a grin. His partner smiled back, just the barest tilt of his lips, the expression making Fei’s heart flutter. He ducked his head to hide the faint flush that streaked across his cheeks and absently poked at the pasta on his plate. It was happening a lot lately, his heart and body escaping his usual tight control. Since their relationship had started, Feilong had found his control slipping at the oddest moments, completely caught unawares. It was frightening, and yet…
“Ready to go?” his dinner date said, drawing Feilong’s attention back to the handsome man across from him.
He nodded.
***
The check taken care of, the two of them headed out to the car. In the dark of the parking lot, his partner stole a kiss, their lips brushing lightly.
“Home?” The voice was deep and sultry, warm breath puffing against his skin and sending shivers down his spine.
Feilong nodded, breath caught in his throat. Opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat, he tried to reign his body in. It had gone haring off again on its own with nothing more than a whispered word from the other man’s lips.
He had it bad.
***
Feilong moaned and arched off the bed, twisting against his restraints. The leather was race car-red, the bright slash of color cutting across pale skin and contrasting sharply against his dark ebony hair. He panted, eyes glassy as he stared up at his lover’s face, a soft noise escaping his lips as calloused fingers traced the edge of his leather collar. Yes, his. It would be just his luck that the man he ended up with had a thing for bondage. Being tied up and helpless, completely at the mercy of another man, was both terrifying and exhilarating.
The unforgiving bite of the leather as he tugged made him groan, his cock throbbing. He licked dry lips, trying to draw enough breath to speak, nothing but a soft whine coming out instead as slick fingers pushed inside him. He arched again, driving down onto the invading digits, wanting them deeper. His body clenched around the teasing fingers as they worked inside him.
“Please,” he gasped, straining against the cuffs.
Instead of delving deeper like he had hoped, the fingers retreated slightly and began to shallowly fuck him.
“No,” Feilong moaned, tossing his head from side to side.
“No?”
The fingers began to retreat further.
Feilong whimpered and clamped down around the slender digits, trying to draw them back further into him.
“No,” he rasped. “Don’t stop.”
But it was too late. The fingers slipped free, leaving him empty and on edge, his cock hard and leaking as he writhed on the bed. Fingers threaded into his hair and tugged firmly until he opened his eyes. He was met with the sight of his lover’s groin, slacks gaping open and underwear stretched tight over the swelling flesh beneath. A hand left his hair to push down the elastic waistband, freeing the substantial erection and guiding it to Feilong’s lips. He opened eagerly, taking the length easily, letting the thick shaft push over his tongue and down his throat. He groaned as the grip in his hair tightened, the other man’s cock pumping down his throat.
His own cock throbbed in time to the deep thrusts, needy and forgotten. He tugged at the cuffs again, this time his motions jerky and desperate. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry in disappointment or relief as he was pushed back, his lover’s now slick cock slipping from between his lips.
Thighs pushed back and open, he cried out as the thick length tunneled into him in one long thrust. Hands slid down his thighs and curled around his hips, holding him immobile. He thrashed, wanting to move, needing to move, as he was taken with long, deep thrusts. Senseless babble fell from his lips as he was swiftly and mercilessly sped to the precipice, his orgasm crashing over him, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain.
When he came back to himself his lover was still thrusting shallowly inside him, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate movements.
“Ready for round two?” he husked, smiling down at the flushed and disheveled beauty beneath him.
Feilong could only whimper in response and arch weakly.
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