by Wayward Ink
“I’ll see you tomorrow at work.” Tudor didn’t even get a chance to thank Radu or say goodbye. The man had quickly jumped into his car and driven off, leaving Tudor and Kahoni in front of their building, luggage piled up next to them.
“Is he okay?” Kahoni asked, frowning a little.
“Don’t know, don’t care.”
“Tudor, he’s your friend,” Kahoni scolded, but Tudor shrugged it off and smiled his way out of it.
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Right now, we need to get upstairs so I can inspect every inch of your body with my hands and mouth.”
Kahoni shook his head and laughed, taking Tudor’s hand and following him inside.
FRIDAY WENT BY slower than Tudor could take. He’d had to leave Kahoni in the morning and couldn’t see him till after work. They wouldn’t have much alone time before the birthday dinner they were supposed to attend. Tudor had wondered if he could fake illness to get out of it and stay home, wrapped up in Kahoni. By lunchtime he’d had to drop that idea, as a mention of not feeling well to Radu had caused teary laughter that drew the attention of the entire office.
Fortunately, a tricky bug in a software solution they’d designed for a client kept him distracted for the rest of the day, and when six o’clock rolled by, Magda had to remind him the birthday boy couldn’t be late for his own party.
Tudor rushed home, congratulating himself on opting for the underground and not a cab or driving to work. Instead of wasting time, waiting for cars to crawl at three kilometers per hour, he indulged in a long and very touchy shower with Kahoni.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Tudor said, his eyes glued to Kahoni. He followed his boyfriend’s every move as he got dressed.
“Funny. I was about to tell you the same thing.” Kahoni chuckled and leaned in to place a soft kiss on Tudor’s cheek.
Tudor tilted his head and took in Kahoni’s dark, loose hair, the crisp white shirt he was wearing, and the dark blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places. It was casual enough to fit the pub they were going to and dressy enough to make Tudor’s mouth water. Tudor himself had opted for a gray shirt and a pair of black jeans that he thought were too tight, but which had seen Kahoni promise him very dirty things for later.
“Are you sure you don’t want to ditch everyone and fuck ourselves silly? It’s your last chance to say yes.”
Kahoni turned Tudor and spanked him. “Don’t even joke about that. We have plenty of time this weekend. A few hours with your friends are hardly an ordeal.”
“Fiiine,” Tudor said, pouting and dragging his feet on the thick carpet. “Let’s get this over with.”
Despite his protests, which drew nothing more from Kahoni than indulgent smiles, Tudor knew he’d have fun. It was an intimate celebration: Magda and her husband, Radu, and a few friends from Tudor’s college days. They’d reserved a small private room in a restaurant owned by another of Tudor’s friends, who’d built it to make sure he could make his LGBT crowd welcome. With a separate dining room for friends, or by sealing off an entire floor for parties, Matei always made sure no one was overly worried whether their same-sex PDAs would lead to some sort of conflict.
Tudor never liked to make his birthday a huge deal, unless he was arm wrestled into it by some friend or another. Luckily, that hadn’t happened much since his university days.
When Matei showed them into the private room where the celebratory dinner would take place, Radu was already there, his face red with excitement. The man could barely keep his wide grin from getting so out of hand it would stretch his mouth around his head. Tudor groaned, knowing from experience such a greeting from Radu heralded the hounds of hell or something equally worrisome.
“Happy birthday, birthday boy,” Radu quipped, forcing the taller Tudor into an awkward hug that only made him more worried. “How’s the lovebird experience treating you? You seem a bit exhausted. Oh well, you’ll sleep when you’re dead. There are far better uses for a bed,” Radu added, looking over Tudor’s shoulder to regale Kahoni with a sleazy grin, complete with wiggling eyebrows.
“Oh, he slept some, don’t worry,” Kahoni said, his husky voice promising anything but sleep for the foreseeable future. As usual, the low tone went straight to Tudor’s cock, having it stir and twitch for good measure.
“You two will be the end of me,” Tudor muttered, but couldn’t bring himself to be anything but happy.
“So, I got your present right here,” Radu said as they sat down, picking up a box from the chair next to his and shaking it. It was pretty large and wrapped in bright red paper with a black bow on top.
“Thanks, man. You didn’t have to,” Tudor said, smiling at Radu. “Do you want me to open it now?”
Radu snorted and shook his head. “Nah, no need. This baby here needs an audience for the reveal.”
Kahoni tried hard to stifle his laughter but failed, so Tudor glared at him. Right, so that was where the hounds were going to jump out of. It would definitely be a memorable birthday.
The impending doom flew right out of Tudor’s mind as everyone else arrived and he was distracted by greetings, hugs, and more presents. He was happy; a warm, fuzzy feeling that was half unknown to him taking over. Tudor had never had this experience: his friends and someone he loved to share a special occasion with. The only thing that would have made things better would have been his family, but they lived on the other side of the country, so it was impossible, at least this year.
“Time to tear your gifts open, birthday gay… I mean boy,” Radu said, a mischievous grin on his smug face.
Tudor took a long breath, rolled his eyes, and extended his hand. “C’mon, let’s start with yours. I know you’ve been dying for it.”
As he struggled with the bow and packaging, trying not to damage it too much, Tudor wondered what trick Radu had come up with to make fun of him. Yet all the thinking and questioning weren’t sufficient to prepare him for the contents of the box. Jaw dropped and eyes wide, Tudor plucked each and every item, staring at them in disbelief. Ropes—black, red, and white—in varying lengths; a leather chest harness, studded and menacing; and a pair of leather-like pants that were never going to fit Tudor. He was aware of the sniggers and outright laughter around him, but he still couldn’t believe Radu had gotten him such a kinky present. He supposed he should be happy he hadn’t been forced to pull out whips, chains, and cock rings.
“I thought… you needed… a bit of kink in your love life,” Radu said, gulping for breath and trying not to choke on his own laughter.
Magda was wiping off tears, and her husband was holding his belly. Tudor’s college friends were barely able to stand properly while trying to see how the pants and harness matched their new owner.
Tudor grinned and shook his head. “Only you, Radu, only you.” He turned to see Kahoni’s reaction, and what greeted him had Tudor stifle a gasp. Really? Kahoni was into that? Everyone else probably missed it under the humor in his eyes, or wrote it off as embarrassment. Tudor knew better. That slight flush and shine to his eyes? Kahoni was turned on!
He tried to be cool about it, but Tudor couldn’t help himself. He leaned in, letting his breath tickle Kahoni’s ear for a few long beats. “I’ll have to see what you look like tied up with all these ropes,” he whispered, then smiled as he felt and heard the shudder and groan Kahoni couldn’t prevent.
All right then! One more thing he’d discovered about his boyfriend. He supposed he’d have to thank Radu for his gift. Later, though. Now he was completely focused on making Kahoni squirm, because aroused and short of breath looked so good on him.
Like a kid with a new toy, Tudor kept the bondage dirty talk going. He made comments about which color would look better on Kahoni’s skin, how he’d like to place him on the bed, and how he’d fuck him, long and hard. To Tudor’s delight, Kahoni had a terrible time keeping up with the most basic conversations. His flush worsened, and he had a faraway look that ended up backfiring. Tudor was so hard it hurt, and
he made great efforts to keep his friends from discovering both his and Kahoni’s arousal.
When the dinner party was finally over, Tudor walked Kahoni to the waiting cab, leading him with a possessive grip on the back of his neck. Kahoni was tightlipped and walked a little funny, but Tudor wasn’t in a much better state.
Because he’d recently moved closer to Tudor, Radu rode with them. That small detail turned out to be a blessing in disguise. As Radu distracted the driver, Tudor pulled Kahoni close. He caught Kahoni’s wrists behind his back, squeezing every now and then. Kahoni hid his face in Tudor’s chest, but it didn’t do much to stop him from moaning. With every sound Tudor caught over Radu’s nonstop chatter, his cock twitched harder. This was going to be the best birthday sex ever!
The taxi ride took almost no time at all. Tudor would have liked to tease Kahoni longer, but if he was honest with himself, he wouldn’t be able to bear it any more than his boyfriend. He barely said goodbye to Radu as he walked Kahoni into his building and up the two flights of stairs to his apartment. The moment the door closed behind them, Tudor had Kahoni pinned, his arms held high above his head.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tudor asked, his tone harsher than he’d intended. Kahoni’s whimper told him it wasn’t a mistake to use that tone.
“Never enough time.”
The words made perfect sense to Tudor. They always had little time together, and most of that was spent fucking each other into oblivion. In the six months they’d been together, Kahoni had shown no real interest in toping, and they’d had their share of rough sex. This was different though. Tudor had never acted outright domineering, nor had he guessed Kahoni might like a little rope play added to their bedroom activities. As Kahoni had said, though, there had never been enough time, and what little was left when they were too exhausted for anything else was used to catch up with each other’s work, family, and friends. They’d hardly had any serious conversations about what they liked in bed. It had been learning by experience. Like a sexed-up treasure hunt.
Tudor released Kahoni’s hands and grabbed his shoulders, pushing down until he got the message and kneeled. The position gave Tudor a powerful thrill that almost made him weak and unsteady. There was something about seeing Kahoni trapped in the tight space between his large frame and the door.
“Take my cock out,” Tudor ordered. Kahoni’s hands trembled as he unzipped and then spread the lapels of Tudor’s pants.
Kahoni took Tudor’s aching cock out and held it, but didn’t do anything else. It took a bit for Tudor to catch on, but then he finally told Kahoni to suck it. Kahoni complied, swirling his tongue around the head and then swallowing it with an appreciative moan. Kahoni was great at blow jobs. Dedicated and skilled. And insatiable. Despite the pure bliss Kahoni’s mouth provided, Tudor stopped him. There was something else he wanted to do.
“Strip and get on the bed. Hands and knees,” Tudor said, his tone firm. He’d never considered speaking to Kahoni like that. He’d gotten overly toppy, but it had been more of a question of gestures and the rhythm of his thrusts than spewing commands. Tudor bit the inside of his cheek as he waited for Kahoni’s response. This was new and he was afraid of taking it too far. He didn’t know much about this kinky side of life, so he felt unsure and unprepared.
Kahoni didn’t disappoint. With a quick nod and a lick of his lips, he rushed to take his clothes off and climb on the bed. Tudor didn’t bother to undress completely; he just took his shirt off. His cock was out and leaking, so he didn’t need to worry about anything else.
As Kahoni positioned himself in the middle of the bed, Tudor pulled one of the red strings of rope from the gift box and threw it, making sure it landed where Kahoni could see it. Tudor hurried to the nightstand drawer to pick up the lube bottle and then got behind Kahoni. He grabbed Kahoni’s hips and thrust forward, sliding his cock between Kahoni’s cheeks and rubbing it over the now-twitching hole.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said, and thrust again, giving himself enough friction to want to be inside even more. This night, more than ever, Tudor was thrilled they’d gotten tested again and had given up condoms. He knew that anything but spilling his seed deep inside Kahoni would be unthinkable.
“Arms behind your back and lean forward,” Tudor said, picking up the rope from where it lay on the bed. He’d chosen that color because he knew the red would look beautiful against Kahoni’s brown skin. He loved how Kahoni’s skin looked next to his. Tudor wasn’t particularly pale, but when he was pressed against Kahoni, the contrast was mesmerizing.
The knot on Kahoni’s wrists wasn’t anything to showcase. Tudor had seen his share of bondage photos here and there, but he lacked the skills for those complicated and even artistic knots. He supposed he’d have to learn. For now, making sure he didn’t hurt Kahoni would have to do.
He slicked himself up and poured a bit of lube on Kahoni’s hole. Tudor stopped for a second, wondering if he’d better spend more time prepping Kahoni, but decided against it. They’d had plenty of activity since Kahoni arrived, and he guessed the initial sting would add to the experience.
Taking hold of Kahoni’s hips once more, Tudor pushed inside, thrusting all the way in a slow and steady move. Kahoni gasped, the sound turning into a loud moan when Tudor bottomed out. With a half-grin and a shake of his head, Tudor started to move. In and out, controlled and relentless, his fingers tightening on Kahoni’s skin. Tudor’s thrust became harder, faster, yanking strangled moans and whimpers from Kahoni.
Although the position didn’t give him much wiggle room, Kahoni still tried to thrust back and fuck himself on Tudor’s cock. Tudor rewarded his attempt with a sudden sharp slap to his right butt cheek, an unfamiliar thrill rushing down Tudor’s spine at the sight of the reddening mark.
“Stop moving,” he ordered. “Stay there and take what I give you.”
Kahoni groaned into the pillow but complied. He tried his best not to move and match Tudor’s harsh thrusts. Instead, he used his voice to show his appreciation. It was such a hot sight, Tudor had to close his eyes and start counting backward to make sure he didn’t come too soon. By sheer determination, he kept his orgasm at bay, continuing to fuck Kahoni harder than he ever had before.
“Please,” Kahoni cried out a few minutes later.
“Please what?” Tudor asked, although he knew what his boyfriend needed.
“I need to come,” Kahoni managed to say between moans.
Tudor grabbed Kahoni’s wrist with one hand, squeezing over the rope, and used his free hand to lean forward and balance himself on top of Kahoni. He knew he’d changed the angle enough to better stimulate Kahoni’s prostate.
“You’ll come like this, with me fucking the orgasm out of you. No touching.” They had never tried that before and he hoped like hell Kahoni could come without any stimulation to his cock.
“Tudor,” Kahoni said on a whimper, the pleading tone obvious despite his shortness of breath.
Tudor ignored the plea and continued to fuck him with deep, short thrusts, slightly increasing the speed. Just when he thought he’d have to relent and stroke him, Kahoni let out a loud moan and clenched around Tudor’s cock. Tudor knew by the sounds and jerky moves that Kahoni had come, and an unbelievable joy took hold of him. He’d managed to make Kahoni come without any attention to his cock! He’d never have believed that would feel like such a huge achievement.
Tudor was so lost in the excitement, his own climax took him by surprise. He surrendered to the pleasure that momentarily blinded him and collapsed on top of Kahoni. Tudor wanted to tell him how incredible the experience had been, but he found himself unable to talk.
An uncomfortable groan from Kahoni went right through the post-orgasmic haze Tudor floated in and jolted him to awareness. He pushed himself off and looked down at Kahoni. He was still inside him, and he couldn’t bring himself to pull out just yet. Tudor’s softening cock slid out, making the decision for him. His eyes fell on the bonds around Kahoni’s wrists,
and though he knew he should take them off and massage the abused joints, something inside Tudor told him not to. He never wanted to untie Kahoni. He wanted him right there on his bed, tied up and unable to move away from it.
Tudor took a deep breath and started to undo the ties. He knew his desire to keep Kahoni bound had nothing to do with sex and kink. He wanted his man by his side, always. Not only for a few stolen moments between long flights. When he was done, Tudor helped Kahoni turn on his back and gently massaged his wrists.
“I love you,” he said, still examining Kahoni’s wrists carefully.
All of the sudden, Kahoni pulled Tudor on top of him and hugged so hard neither of them could really breathe.
“I love you too.”
It wasn’t news. Tudor knew he loved Kahoni; just as he knew Kahoni loved him. They’d never said it out loud though. Not unless they counted the hearts that adorned their chats and text messages. Still, hearing the words, Tudor closed his watery eyes. He’d never been so happy.
WAITING FOR KAHONI to wake had been incredibly hard. Tudor had spent all morning pacing his kitchen and drinking a lot more coffee than he should have. He’d cooked breakfast, set the table, re-heated the breakfast, and paced some more. Finally, he heard Kahoni entering the bathroom. Waiting for him to finish with his morning ritual had been worse than the long hours of no sleep before that.
“Morning, babe,” Kahoni mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and dragging his feet.
Tudor gulped and tried to return the greeting but failed. Kahoni lowered his hand and looked at Tudor.
“What’s wrong?”
Tudor still couldn’t speak, despite going over his speech for hours. He shook his head in an attempt to convey to Kahoni nothing was wrong. It could be, depending on how their conversation went, but Tudor was hopeful.