“I’m going to plug you,” he told Dal. “And I’m going to wrap your cock in leather. And then I’m going to make you scream for me, again and again.” Dal would be so beautiful, plugged and clamped, the white corset offsetting the dark blood-filled skin of Dal’s bound cock and clamped nipples.
“I. I. Fuck. Lover...” That tone of voice let him know how quick Dal was coming back, how ready his toy was to play and be played with.
“You know it, baby.” He laughed, one hand finding Dal’s cock again, the other torturing first one clamped nipple and then the other. “I hope you cancelled your meetings tomorrow.”
Dal nodded, humping his hand, chest jerking away from his touch.
His own cock was still hard within Dal’s body, the scent of sex and Dal and leather combining to make his head spin. He pulled out suddenly, and flipped Dal over onto his back, pushing the long legs back as he sank back into that perfect heat.
Those sensitive titties were red and swollen above the leather, Dal’s ass blazing against his thighs.
“Fucking gorgeous, baby.” Bending Dal double, he brought their mouths together, took the kiss he wanted, wild and heated. And then took another before starting to thrust again, the drag of Dal’s flesh around his cock making him shudder.
Dal’s hands stroked over his own belly, fingers rasping on the leather, squeezing it just that much tighter. Dillon groaned and thrust harder, his hand joining Dal’s, sliding over warm fingers and the beautiful leather. He’d never seen anything like this man. Ever.
The little reddened nipples called to him and, bending, Dillon took one of the clamps off with his teeth, tongue lapping at the abused flesh as the blood came rushing back into it.
Dal screamed, twisted, so alive and wanton as that fucking ass squeezed his prick. Fuck, yes. Dal’s ass was so hot around him, and tight. So good. He moved slowly, thrusts long and deep. He blew on one little red nipple, and then sucked on it, loving the way Dal moved with each new sensation.
“The other one. God. Do the other one.” Demanding little shit. Fuck, how he loved it.
Dillon chuckled and blew on the other nipple. “I don’t know, it looks kind of pretty with that little gold clamp holding it...”
“Don’t make me hurt you.” He could see Dal’s heartbeat in the motion of the clamp.
He chuckled again, the sound joining with needy breaths that Dal took, each one moving the sweetly bound chest.
He made his lover wait another moment and then he leaned in and removed the second clamp as well. Dal arched, fingers moving to rub the poor bit of flesh, that ass working his prick furiously.
He rode it out, hips moving with short, sharp movements that matched Dal’s frantic ones, just watching the beautiful body move and writhe. Pale flesh, white corset like a part of Dal...
“Please. Please, love. I. I need. You have to help me...”
“Have I ever left you wanting? For more than a few hours...” He winked, but also wrapped his hand around Dal’s cock, stroking. The hot silk slid along his palm, the drops at the tip spreading, slicking the way.
“A weekend once. I thought I would... Oh. Oh.” Dal’s eyes rolled back, hips pumping, cock raw and red in his grip.
He roared, the memory of that weekend suddenly sharp and clear in his mind. His balls had ached for a full week after that weekend. He tightened his hold on Dal’s prick, determined to bring his lover with him.
“Now, Dal. Or not until tomorrow.” The words growled from him as his fingers squeezed the red prick hard, his hips snapping as he shot.
“N...now!” Dal convulsed, heat pulsing from that poor, worked cock before Dal settled on the sheets, eyes rolling, limbs limp as noodles.
Groaning, he pulled out and collapsed next to Dal. He turned, rubbing the come into the leather that covered Dal’s fine skin.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, nibbling at Dal’s neck, nuzzling and licking and enjoying the lassitude that filled him.
“Missed you, yeah?”
Warmth went through Dillon and he nodded, nuzzling against Dal’s neck, just breathing in the scent of skin and leather and sex. “I know. I missed you, too.” It had been ages since they’d last seen each other, last done this. Too long.
“Yeah, but we’ve got the weekend, yeah?” Dal wiggled a little, hummed. “Room service, no phone, just us and the toy box.”
He nodded, fingers stroking Dal’s leather covered belly. “Fuck, yes. And I have such plans for that ass of yours and the toy box. I promise you that.”
“Mmmhmm.” Dal nodded, eyes closed, nearly asleep, chest just moving above the corset.
Perfect time to fill that sweet ass up and keep it ready for him.
Wrapped in Ribbon
Spending Christmas at the house on the beach had become something of a tradition.
It was a way for him and Dal to get away from all their responsibilities and just focus on each other. Not that Dillon needed to have quiet and isolation in order to focus on his lover, but it was nice when it was just him and Dal, especially if their responsibilities had kept them apart, as they had this year.
They’d been busy right up to Christmas Eve, and were each going to make their way to the beach house on their own. Dillon had arrived this morning, set up the tree, decorating it himself.
He’d found a novelty shop online and all the decorations were naughty -- penises with bows around them, penises with balls, nipple clamps with chains attached, tiny little whips, cat ‘o nine tails that were perfect replicas down to tiny little knots at the tips of the tails, metal cock rings that shone in the firelight. There were even a dozen little corsets in blood red leather and another dozen in various colors of velvet.
It was festive and hilarious and sexy all at the same time.
There were dozens of presents under the tree, a lovely, decadent meal just waiting to be heated up, a fire crackling merrily away and a special present sitting on the big chair next to it wrapped in blue and silver.
All he needed now was Dal.
His lover was coming in from a business trip in LA, and Dillon prayed Dal’s flights had gone without a hitch. The limo was already at the little local airport, waiting to whisk Dal into his arms, and he would be most cross if Dal got stuck somewhere.
Dillon had walked on the beach. He’d munched on the Christmas goodies the housekeeper had left him: mince pies and shortbread cookies and homemade candy canes. He’d gone through the top two dresser drawers in the bedroom, inventorying and making plans to fill their two weeks with love and fun and kink.
For one of the shortest days of the year, it sure was dragging along slowly.
He finally settled on the chair by the fire, gift moved to sit on the floor next to it, with a snifter of brandy in one hand and a mystery book in the other. There was more dozing than reading going on, the book no match for even the memory of his Dal.
He barely registered the opening of the door, but the warm lips pressing on his woke him up, as did the hint of Irish whiskey on Dal’s breath.
“Mmm... Merry Christmas, baby.” He slid his arms around Dal, his lover’s clothing cool to the touch. Dal had made it, his lover was here. All Dillon’s restless energy settled.
“Hey. Weather’s getting terrible. I almost missed my flight.” Dal slid into his lap, pushed into his arms.
“Oh, I’m glad you didn’t. It would have sucked not to have anyone to share my toys with.” He took a kiss, his tongue slipping between Dal’s lips. Groaning, he swept in deeper, the taste of Irish whiskey strong, but Dal’s flavor shining through it, going straight to his cock.
Those bright blue eyes stared at him, Dal’s body already dancing against him, moving, tempting him under that confining business suit. He slipped the suit jacket off Dal’s shoulders, fingers sliding over the shirt, trying to discover whether or not Dal was wearing anything beneath it. His fingers
brushed along the top of a light-weight corset -- this one barely boned and more decorative than functional, so that it could get through security.
“Mmm... I love it when you decorate yourself for me.” He worked the buttons of Dal’s shirt open, tugging the ends out of the waist of Dal’s trousers. He was eager to see.
“I know.” Those nipple rings were shining in the firelight, the little nipples tight and dark.
He slowly slid the shirt from Dal’s shoulders, admiring the smooth, warm skin that covered trim muscles. Bending in, he breathed on Dal’s right nipple, and then moved over to the left one, taking the ring between his lips and tugging.
“Mmm. More.” Sweet, hungry little slut. His.
He twisted the right nipple ring with his fingers, his tongue flicking across the tip of Dal’s left nipple while his free hand slid along the top of Dal’s corset. He loved the place where silk or velvet or leather suddenly became skin. Today it was silk warmed by Dal’s beautiful skin. Dal’s skin goose pimpled up for him, trying to attract his fingers, his touch.
“I have a present for you,” he murmured, fingers sliding down along the smooth silk of the corset until they were teasing around Dal’s waistband.
“Mmm. It’s Christmas. There are supposed to be presents.”
“Yeah, but I got you something special to open now.” He undid Dal’s belt, sliding it slowly through the loops and dropping it onto the floor before starting in on the top button and then Dal’s zipper.
“You... you seem like you’re the one opening, Dillon.” Dal’s cock was full, heavy, throbbing for him.
Dillon chuckled, fingers lingering, sliding over that hot prick, making the sound of his soft laughter end on a moan. “I do, don’t I?”
He reached down beside the chair, picking up the box wrapped in elegant paper and handed it over to Dal.
“Oh.” Every little gift always made his lover beam. Dal tore into it, paper flying.
Dillon sat back, one hand still on Dal’s body, touching the covered belly, tugging on a nipple ring, sliding his fingertip over the very tip of Dal’s prick, making his lover gasp and wriggle, but not deterring Dal from getting into his present.
The open box yielded silk ribbon, about three inches wide, yards and yards of it in a dark red that was going to look amazing next to Dal’s skin.
“Oh, what a beautiful color.” Dal lifted it, letting it just drape down over and around them.
“I’m going to wrap you up in it, baby. Head to toe and all the bits that stick out.” He took Dal’s prick into his hand, letting there be no doubt which bits he was talking about.
“Wrap me in it?” Dal’s eyes went wide, cock jerking in his hand. Oh, yes. Someone was listening.
“Yes. I’m making you my favorite Christmas present ever.”
He let go of Dal’s prick and pushed the dress pants down as far as he could. “We’ll have to move.” Dillon needed Dal stretched out for him. Preferably on the rug in front of the fire.
“Where? You’re going to unwrap me, right?”
“Of course I am.” He just didn’t say when. He nodded to the floor, the thick bearskin rug in front of the fire. “Down next to the fire, baby.”
Dal rippled for him, heading for the rug straightaway. Sensualist.
“Take off the corset -- this is going to be a ribbon only present.” Just the dark red of silk and the pale cream of Dal’s skin. The idea of it had been teasing him for weeks. Standing, he stripped slowly, pulling off his soft, comfy jeans that he only wore here, taking off the heavy cabled sweater. His cock reached for his belly, more than proving that he was excited about this, eager to wrap Dal up in the red silk.
Dal stripped himself down, fully exposing the hard cock, wrapped in a leather cock ring.
Dillon licked his lips, eyes on the tiny drop at the tip that called for his tongue. “Are you empty or full, baby?”
“Empty. Wanted to wait for you to do it.”
Groaning, he went to Dal’s side, his hand sliding down to cup one sweet ass cheek, the flesh filling his palm.
“Are you going to fill me, Dillon?” Wanton. Sweet, sexy wanton.
Dillon grinned and grabbed another gift from under the tree. “Go ahead and open that one, too, and then yes, I will fill you so that when I unwrap you, you’re ready for me.”
“Fuck, yes.” Wicked, hungry... his. His Dal. Dal opened the box, a pretty little plug falling out.
“Oh. Oh, that’s oddly cute.”
He chuckled, picking the little Plexiglas plug up. Traditionally shaped with the flared bottom just before the base, it was see-through and shot through with colors; blue and green and red streaked through it. “It’s hard, though. Not at all giving.”
“Not like your hand.” Those blue eyes sparkled. “I mean, your cock.”
“God, you’re a pushy little fuck, aren’t you?” He chuckled and slapped Dal’s hip.
“You know it.” Dal’s ass pushed right back into his touch.
“Very pushy.” Nonetheless, he let his hand fly a couple more times, the sound of it hitting Dal’s ass ringing through the room.
“Fuck. Fuck, Dillon.” Dal stepped forward, just out of reach.
“Yes. Eventually.” He took a breath. He wanted it all. One thing at a time. “Bend over, baby.”
Dal’s leg spread, nice and easy, lean body bending over a short ottoman. Groaning, he slid his hand over that ass. Dal was so fucking beautiful, just stunning. He grabbed the lube from where he’d stashed it under the seat cushion, and slicked up his fingers.
“Gonna put this cute little plug right into you, leave it there while I wrap you up in silk ribbons.”
“It’s going to be... I never have... Damn, love.”
He stilled, fingers pressing at Dal’s ass, but not pushing in. Yet. “You never have what?” That wasn’t something he heard from Dal very often at all. Hearing it now made his prick jump eagerly.
“Never have been bound like that. Not wrapped up.”
Groaning, he pushed two fingers into Dal, sliding them deep and hitting the little gland. “I love it when I find something you’ve never done before.”
“Dillon. There. There. Fuck.” Dal could beg as no one else. Ever.
“Right here?” he asked, pegging the spot again. And again. He knew Dal would be able to hold out, that leather ring around his prick helping him.
“There. There. Please. Fuck.” Hips wagging, Dal took his finger in, over and over.
Dillon let it go on for a little longer, and then he slid his fingers away. “The plug now. I want to watch you take it in, and fuck yourself on it.”
“P...perv.”
His hand landed on the small of Dal’s back, tilting the lean hips more. “And you love it.” Bending, he bit Dal’s shoulder, then placed the head of the plug at Dal’s hole. “Come on, baby. You know you want it.”
“I love you.” Dal pushed back, eyes closing as that hole slowly stretched around the plug, spreading for it.
“Stunning, baby, fucking stunning.” He twisted the plug.
“Yeah... Do that again.” A dull flush climbed up Dal’s spine.
“Pushy, pushy, baby.” And he fucking loved it.
He twisted the plug again, just when the widest part of it was spreading the ring of muscles.
“Mmm. Mmm. Good.” Dal was fucking himself, moving in slow, gentle strokes.
He watched for a moment or two, and then pushed the plug in deeper, seating it within Dal’s body, that tight ring of muscle snapping closed around the base.
“Dillon!” Dal arched, stood, cock throbbing.
“Beautiful.” He tugged Dal off the ottoman, standing him in the middle of the rug, and bent to place a kiss on the tip of Dal’s prick, licking the drops of pre-come up -- the taste sharp on his tongue.
Dal’s hand landed
on his head, hips rolling, trying to push deeper into his lips.
He tugged at Dal’s hips, pulling him away. “No. Not yet.” He was running this show.
Dal groaned, spread a little, just begging. “Dillon.”
“You get wrapped before you get to come.” He picked up the silk ribbon and slid it over Dal’s shoulders, letting the silk run over all that warm skin.
“Fuck. Fuck, kiss me.” Mmm. More goosebumps.
“I keep having to remind you that I am supposed to be the bossy one.” He didn’t give Dal the kiss, not yet. Instead he wrapped the end of the silk ribbon around Dal’s balls, put a knot in and drew the ribbon tight. Dal’s thighs parted, spread for him, trying to release the pressure. Slipping off the leather cock ring, he wrapped the silk in a tight spiral around Dal’s prick. “I was right -- this color is stunning against your pale skin.”
“Thank you.” Dal was going to glow when Dillon was finished.
Now he leaned in, offering Dal the kiss he’d begged for earlier. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, just before their lips touched.
Dal’s moan was sweet as honey, tongue soft and sliding against his own. He sucked on it for a moment, and then broke the kiss, working the silk back down the long prick, and then around Dal’s waist.
“Mmm.” That drew Dal’s cock up tight against the pretty belly, trapping it for him. For his pleasure.
He circled Dal’s wrist, pulling it tight against Dal’s hip as the ribbon went around Dal’s torso once more. The other wrist was given the same treatment.
“Dillon...” The ribbon at the tip of Dal’s cock was dark, wet.
“Just look at you, baby. Fucking stunning.” He bent, wrapped his lips around the tip of Dal’s cock, sucking the pre-come right out of the ribbon. The silk was burning hot, heated by Dal’s skin.
“Dillon! Dillon...” Dal’s arms jerked, tugging at the ribbon, tightening it.
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