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“So how does it feel, being on the receiving end for a change?” Alban remarked with a sly little upturn of his lips.
The curves and ridges of the handcuffs left a pleasant metallic chill beneath Alban’s fingertips. With a slow pace that was just as gentle as it was merciless, Alban’s fingers continued following an invisible trail onto one of the wrists trapped in said handcuffs, caressing the skin leading down towards the elbow, occasionally digging his nails in just enough to revel in the goosebumps rising on Sonny’s skin.
Sonny was nothing short of a work of art – laid out on Alban’s bed, shirt unbuttoned, arms restrained above his head, handcuffs locked around part of the bed frame; Alban couldn’t help but take a moment to admire his magnum opus, sat unabashed on Sonny’s lap with feline–like poise, the higher vantage point making the glint in his gaze seem the slightest bit more wicked.
What tied it all together was the rosy blush spilling down Sonny’s cheeks, tinging his ears, reaching all the way down to his neck. It’s as if every time his eyes met Alban’s mischievous mismatched ones, his embarrassment and impatience alike grew more tumultuous, betrayed by the stutters in his breath and the way he lightly tugged on the handcuffs every now and then. Despite merely laying beneath Alban, still awaiting his demise, Sonny already looked positively dazed.
Ever the tease, Alban kept on tracing a shapeless path with his pointer finger past Sonny’s shoulder, across his collarbone, gradually making its way downwards. The subtle shift of muscle below his touch felt intoxicating.
“How does it feel–” Alban splayed his hand over Sonny’s chest, leaning down until the distance between their lips was insignificant, yet still too frustratingly far for Sonny’s liking, “–being at my mercy?”
And mercy indeed was exactly what Alban served – whatever distance had existed between their lips dissolved in the heat of a hungry kiss.
Once Alban pulled back from the kiss, Sonny tried chasing after the warmth of those lips, yet all those efforts amounted to were an indignant little sound of frustration and a pout when his position didn’t allow him to reach far.
Alban chuckled at that. “You’re so cute like this.”
“Haven’t you been taught it’s bad manners to play with your food?”
“Sorry babe, couldn’t resist.”
Alban's idea of an apology for the ongoing tease was delivering a flurry of kisses all over Sonny's neck, with the single mole resting on one side getting lavished with an extra sliver of attention along the way. Onwards, the wet sound of lips roaming down the firm lines of Sonny’s chest and abdomen matched well with the obscene symphony of mattress springs creaking and bedsheets rustling. The farther Alban got from the expanse of skin that couldn't be easily hidden by your average shirt, the more he let his teeth drag, sink in, mark, leave cherry–coloured carnage in their wake.
Eager fingers hooked on the waistband of Sonny’s boxers spoke louder than words. Alban gently coaxed him into raising his hips enough to undress him properly. Unnecessary fabric out of the way, Alban couldn’t help but first indulge himself with a hickey sucked onto Sonny’s hipbone, coupled with a firm squeeze on one toned thigh; the faint moan this always managed to elicit was honey to Alban’s ears.
From behind messed-up bangs, Sonny observed the little show Alban was throwing for him. Laying like this, all bare skin and vulnerability, the aching greed for Alban’s touch on his cock just amplified the sensation of Alban taking his sweet time strewing kisses on his inner thighs, over his lower abdomen – everywhere, except where his mouth was needed the most. As much as Sonny was embarrassed to admit it, the suspense Alban wrung him through in moments like this did scratch a carnal kind of itch in him.
Always one with an eye for opportunity, Alban was set on receiving a show of his own as well. Once his mouth finally relocated to the underside of Sonny’s cock, he made sure to keep his gaze fixed on the shifts in Sonny’s expression. A long lick from base to tip made Sonny’s head fall back on the pillow, eyes fluttering closed, lips giving shape to a weak groan. Alban knew exactly how to swirl his tongue and wrap his lips around the tip to make Sonny's sounds of pleasure gradually gain volume and frequency, almost as if it were no different from knowing which strings to pull on a guitar to play the right melody.
Before long, Alban paused his ministrations. "Wait," he said, lifting himself up to inch closer to the nightstand by the bed. As he rummaged through the top drawer with one hand, with the other he rubbed soothing little circles with his thumb into Sonny's hip in the meantime.
Despite not minding the short interlude, Sonny still let out a sulky little whine in jest, for the heck of it. Alban's giggle in response made a smile tug on the corner of his lips.
Sonny observed with interest as Alban returned to his previous position above him, uncapped little tube of lube in hand. Once a slick finger teased and slowly fingered Sonny open, Alban’s lips were back on Sonny's cock to distract him from the initial discomfort. Laying on his stomach on the bed, head framed between Sonny’s trembling thighs, Alban's free hand was gripping the shaft where his mouth couldn’t reach.
"One more," Sonny all but mewled when he was ready, half-demand, half a blissed-out plea.
As much as Alban loved to tease his beloved, he also loved to oblige and pamper.
The second finger had Sonny’s nails digging into the palms of his cuffed hands. By the third, Sonny’s back was subtly arching above the mattress.
“Fuck, if you don’t get your mouth off me, I’m gonna-”
Alban’s gaze shifted to his beloved in no rush. “Is that a bad thing?” His lips softly brushed over the tip of Sonny’s cock as he spoke.
Alban’s smartassery earned him a frustrated little squeeze of Sonny’s thighs, perfectly capable of crushing his head like a watermelon in their current position if Sonny were to put some real force into it. A mischievous gremlin giggle made it abundantly clear Alban was more than happy with the reactions he was getting today.
A shaky exhale followed the three fingers leaving Sonny empty. Alban straightened up to a kneeling position, rascal demeanor tossed aside and gone. He didn’t hurry, yet he didn’t quite waste time either in grabbing the collar of his shirt to tug it off in a single fluid motion. Eyes that could melt ice and make stars burst into flames made a point to hold Sonny’s gaze while nothing but the sounds of a belt buckle being undone filled the room.
“Look what you do to me, love.”
Alban inched closer to press his unclothed hardness to Sonny’s own.
“Only you.”
With a bit more lube added to the mix, Alban wrapped a hand around their erections and gave them both a few firm, broad strokes. The breathy moans from both men were just as messy as the needy tempo of the motion.
It didn’t take long for Alban’s own patience to bubble over the limit. He swiftly dug his fingers into one of Sonny’s toned legs to lift it and hook it over his shoulder, all the while his other hand was busy at work bringing the tip of his cock to Sonny’s entrance. The first few thrusts were shallow, adjusting, coaxing warm little exhales from Sonny’s slightly parted lips. When no signs of discomfort discouraged Alban, he braved a sudden deep thrust that got Sonny seeing fireworks behind eyelids snapped shut.
Despite being well aware Sonny had quite the talented voice, the heights his ravaged moans managed to reach in this position still surprised both of them. Hungry fingers dug into Sonny’s hips, trying to pull him closer, closer still, even when no more space to be erased could possibly be found. Sonny couldn’t even form coherent words at this point. The sound of skin on skin, almost as loud as the messy rendition of Alban’s name in his moans, was driving him crazy alongside the relentless pace at which he was getting railed.
Alban was far gone himself. Eyes glassy with arousal, looking but not seeing. He wanted to drag this moment on for as long as he damn possibly could. Occasionally he slowed the tempo, languid thrusts to keep them both from the edge, but before Sonny could even think of regaining his breath the pace sharply picked up once more, back to panting and gasping shambles.
The hand that was grasping onto the firm lines of Sonny’s hip moved its fervor to his cock. Clumsy strokes attempted to match the pace of the thrusts. Soon enough a single prolonged groan drowned out all other sounds in the bedroom. Nails dug into the palms of cuffed hands while a sticky white mess spilled all over Sonny’s chest.
During none of this did Alban deign to slow down. On the contrary, the feeling of Sonny’s muscles tightening around him and the sight of pretty pink lips parted around obscene moans made him give all he had left into a few final ruthless thrusts. Eyes closing in the peak of ecstasy, Alban felt his grip on Sonny loosening as he reveled in the feeling of filling his lover up with that same white mess that coated his chest as well.
Letting go of the leg that was over his shoulder, Alban flopped forward to lay on Sonny’s chest. A satisfied smile buried itself in Sonny’s collarbone.
“Now you’re sticky and gross too.”
“Sounds like a problem for future me.”
Sonny couldn’t help a lazy little smile of his own. He could already feel the sore red lines the handcuffs were going to leave on his wrists. He couldn’t quite find the energy to be bothered about it, however.