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[Eichi sighs after that kiss, even if the hand at his leg makes him shiver. It's like he's bored, with the tone he takes, but he doesn't stop. Of course he doesn't.]

I want to face you this time. Use something and bind my hands so you can take your time and touch me all over. Every inch... you can appreciate me from head to toe, can't you? I want to feel that, feel so worked up that I can't take it anymore, being unable to move.

You can use your hands and your mouth, but I want you to wait to fuck me completely until I say so. If possible, I want to drive Jamie crazy too, you know?

[Is that direct enough]

[His eyes sharpen while he listens to that... it's a dangerous game the idol's playing, like riling up a guard dog. But hell.. Dodger isn't one to really question orders. He believes in people learning their mistakes first-hand.

Eichi's barely finished speaking when Dodger yanks his hands together and grips them by the wrists. A few moments later, his belt is off and Eichi's wrists have been bound with it - just tightly enough to stop him from any sort of movement without risking injury or bruising. It's something that Dodger's done countless times, so it doesn't take more than a second to calculate the correct fit.

From there his hands move to unbutton that shirt, spreading it out with the passing thought of cracking open ribs, fingers running over Eichi's chest and stomach with a satisfying stretch, nails digging lightly into his skin. Dodger leans down to kiss his collarbone, and then nip the skin, and then lean traces across his skin, all over it. A nibble here, an angry bruise there, playing it by ear and paying special attention to any spot that Eichi seems to particularly like.]

[Eichi knew he would love to be held back in this way because he knows he loves to be denied things that he longs for, just long enough. Major denial kink. He's aware of that, sure, but actually having the belt around his wrists so quickly and shifting his hands against it, testing, is a whole different thrill. His face flushes a little more as he stares at it with interest, and even that is interrupted by hands and lips over his skin.

He gasps, his body arching up into every bit of attention. His ears are particularly sensitive, and so is his neck by his shoulders, his nipples, his hips... He's very sensitive overall, really. It makes for good reactions, and he doesn't bother holding them back. As tired as he is already, he doesn't want to waste energy acting though when he could be thoroughly enjoying this.

He's already planned enough time for a nap after this, in his head. He'll need it. The air feels cold to him, even if his skin is heating up and he's already starting to harden again. One leg shifts, brushing against Dodger's side and lifting up, hooking around him, urging him to continue.]

[Hmm... this isn't quite enough, he decides as he looks up at Eichi's marked skin. Without a word of warning he picks the idol up, positioning him properly on the bed so that he can loop the belt into the headboard of the bed and trap him properly. It's one thing to be bound... and a much better thing to be trapped in a specific place, a specific position. The limitations are as thrilling for him as they seem to be for Eichi, so he doesn't bother with permission.

His nails dig into Eichi's hips as he repositions himself, lips wandering as far as the dip below his stomach. It's here that Dodger makes a move to go lower, but... something seems to stall, as if he's hit a physical barrier, and he shakes his head briefly before travelling back up, running his tongue along the length of Eichi's body before pressing a kiss to his lips. And his tongue is hot, the temperature that tea is when it's just cool enough to drink.]

You're pretty noisy, huh... too bad there's no one to hear. [His tone has shifted, less desperate and more comfortable in the role of a predator preying on some weak and unsuspecting soul.] Still, I wonder if I should shove something in your mouth to shut you up.

[That's a good move. Eichi's eyes really light up after the surprise passes his expression, and immediately he's shifting his wrists against where they're now hanging to test that. Even better. Even more thrilling, and that hot kiss makes him want more. He presses eagerly into it, huffing out a little sigh when Dodger's lips are too out of reach and he's speaking.]

I might like that, but it would put off asking for you inside of me even longer. [Which, isn't a bad thing at all, his tone is saying. He likes that a lot. Deny more and more.] Are you patient enough for that?

You really get off on getting denied, huh... figures, being rich like you.

[There's a teasing grin on his face, as he presses a few more kisses to Eichi's body. His hands runs to Eichi's inner thighs, just running his fingers lightly over the skin and leaving very light burns. If Eichi wants patient, he can be very patient... they could be here for hours, if Dodger didn't have a distinct sense of urgency in getting out before anyone else Eichi was close to decided to visit.]

I think I'll just decide for myself when I want to fuck you, then. [He chuckles softly, the tone of his voice sounding less like his usual jokes and a little more... off.] I'll wait until you're crying for it, shaking from need... that sound good to you?

[He's glancing around as he speaks, taking stock of the room... he doesn't see much of anything that will make a good makeshift gag. With a mindless little grunt, he leans off of the bed to check one of the bedside tables, and then gets off the bed to check the dresser. After a bit of searching he teleports back to the bed, offering a rolled-up pair of socks to him.]

Bite down on this. And don't let it leave your mouth.

Ah—

[Those burns make him squirm, legs shifting away from it even as it brings a sharp sort of pleasure for him. It still hurts, he's still not used to it, and gosh, Dodger is really marking up his body. Wherever he ends up, they're going to wonder where he's been. He'll deal with that later.

He notes that tone, though, watching Dodger for a quiet moment as he goes to search for something.]

I thought you wanted to follow my command? [But he's okay with deciding on his own? That shifts things a little for Eichi, but it's still thrilling, even with that tone of Dodger's, and he eyes the socks for a few seconds before he listens, opening his mouth and biting down. It's not the best bite, but it's a start.]

[It is a start, but Dodger isn't completely satisfied with it. For a moment he just looks at him, a little disappointed, before reaching to take Eichi's jaw in his hand. He forces his mouth open a bit, and presses the socks further into his mouth, properly blocking it off and making it harder to spit the socks out later.]

Better.

[Much better... it's a fucking beautiful sight, seeing the idol tied up and gagged and ready to be ruined. That's perfect incentive for Dodger to take his time, and he sets to work running his fingers lightly over Eichi's body again, from his collarbone to his inner thighs, as his lips press to his collarbone, his sternum, and then pause to pay special attention to his nipples. It almost seems that Dodger is more comfortable, now that Eichi is fully at his mercy.]

[ It's nice to see Dodger in his own element, somehow. Even if the socks being shoved in like that earn a small noise of protest from Eichi, he's already half hard, and it's not hard to see from his squirming that he's into this. Even with a gag, he can't help but make noise. Muffled whines and moans slip out as his legs shift, trying to make up for how his arms can't. Wrists pull against the belt, too, and he arches himself against the headboard in reaction to the intense feeling.

It really is more intense when he can't do or say a thing. He's sensitive, and Dodger is going so slow, and his eyes follow every movement the older man makes. ]

[Dodger looks up from his attentions to give Eichi a mischievous smirk; he looks playful, even if something is still just a little bit off. His hair ruffled and still damp, a childish expression on his face and a hungry glint in his eyes.

And then he goes back to it, his lips moving down to Eichi's stomach and going no further than the dip where his torso meets his crotch. One of his hands does move down, though, ghosting his fingers over Eichi's cock with slow, light touches that can't quite be called stroking.]

[ Eichi wants to ask what's on his mind, but he can't say much of anything like this. He tries to ask with his eyes instead, but just as quickly, Dodger is ducking down again. He makes an impatient noise at those feather light touches, trying to arch himself forward enough to grant more. He loves being denied, yes, but it's so rare that he gets to be, so this is all completely new. He's not used to it at all. ]

[He lets out a laugh as Eichi strains to be touched, and slowly closes his hand until it can vaguely be called stroking. Just barely. He leans down to press his lips into the little space where Eichi's leg meets his crotch, and sucks a glaring mark into that sensitive spot. Once he's satisfied, he looks up to check his expression.]

You are so fucking cute, you know that?

[He lets go of him, and crawls back to press a kiss to Eichi's jaw, sliding his body over Eichi's ever so slowly as he comes up.]

I could eat you up.

[Is that metaphorical...?]

[ Metaphorical or not, it earns a moan along with everything else. Muffled, of course, but still clearly a noise of pleasure. His wrists yank against the bonds like he really wants to reach out and forgot that he can't, and he keeps trying to press his body more into Dodger.

He's really loving this so much that it's even surprising himself. His face is flushed. ]

[It just serves to excite Dodger more, seeing him struggle like that. He shifts as he continues to kiss Eichi's jaw and neck, undoing his pants with rushed and clumsy motions and only using one hand for it. He's too entranced by the body below him not to get careless.

Finally kicking his pants off, he leans forward to grab the sock gag with his teeth and it pull it from Eichi's mouth, kissing him almost aggressively before muttering breathily against his lips.]

Fuck the gag, I wanna hear your voice.

[He coughs a little and gasps when the socks are pulled from his mouth, steadying himself enough to kiss back with as much energy as he can muster. His wrists yank again, and it's clear he's really into being held back from touching Dodger himself, since his eyes light up more by the second.

He's drooling a little, from all of that, but he doesn't care.]

Jamie... [He is so turned on, he didn't even know he could be this excited over something that wasn't music or his goals. Amazing. His body isn't killing him from this at all.].

Hurry up and devour me, then. ♪

[The sound of his name sends a shiver through him, and he can barely contain himself anymore. He gives Eichi's lower lip a harsh nip, before slipping Eichi's legs up around his hips and grinding up against him.

He still isn't fucking him, just rocking his hips playfully as he presses kisses to the idol's lips.]

You want me to fuck you, huh?

[There's a dark little chuckle, another kiss, and he presses their foreheads together.]

Maybe I should wait a little bit longer...

[He's louder now, without the gag, moaning and whining for more. His hips try desperately to meet Dodger's for enough friction, his legs curling where they're linked around him, but it's not enough and his wrists pull against their binds some more.]

I want you... [God, it's dizzying, but he still has enough stability to think, as slow as it is. His eyes search out Jamie's as he kisses back, out of breath.] You didn't touch every part of me, you know... so make up for it, Jamie.

[A small growl leaves his throat, as he cups Eichi's cheeks in his hands and yanks him closer for another few kisses.]

I fucking love your body.

[Safe.

His fingers slip into Eichi's mouth after another sloppy kiss, and he continues kissing Eichi's jaw and neck while he's wetting his fingers. And his free hand moves down to pin down his hips, stopping him from getting any friction at all.]

Maybe I really should fucking hospitalize you, so I can keep doing this with you.

[His breath hitches, and he tries desperately to move his hips, but Dodger is too strong. Now he really feels limited, his legs curling and straightening again in protest.

He'd waste away in there, and that's exactly why he's leaving. But he can't say that while fingers are in his mouth, and it's not exactly the mood for it, either. He doesn't want to say it. He just wants to moan around this fingers, sucking them with an unreal eagerness that he can only hope is speeding things along.]

Please... [It's muffled and unclear because of those fingers, but he tries to say it anyway.] Nngh—

[Dodger just smiles playfully, before slipping his fingers down to finger the idol. All the while he keeps kissing him, and now he releases himself to prop himself up with that hand and allow Eichi space to seek friction.]

You're so cute like that... fuck...

[He's still snickering when he shoves himself into Eichi, both hands gripping his hips and leaving yet more bruises as he pulls himself in. The pace he sets is harsh and punishing, but... it's not like he could manage the patience to go any slower.]

[Considering this is his second time today, and he's used to about none, Eichi is quickly approaching exhaustion. He's been teased so much that he wants to try and lift his hips and grant himself more friction, but it's becoming impossible, and he's a little grateful for the harsh pace that Dodger takes with him. It makes it easier to do nothing, to relax into it and try to feel as much as he can between all of the pain.

There's a lot of pain. His whole body is aching from everything, he can still feel the hand burned into his back, and even his wrists are getting sore from this belt, as nice as it was tightened. He keeps tugging against it, struggling uselessly to use hands that he keeps forgetting are being held out of the way, to hold Dodger back or encourage him more— he doesn't know which.

Like this, his eyes can't stay open, and it doesn't take long for him to reach his peak. He comes at some point while Dodger is pounding into him, crying out between harsh pants and attempts at words that won't make any sense. He's a mess, breathing heavily, whole body flushed and sore, trembling as he practically goes limp. He can't afford any more energy. None at all, not even a glance or a word. He has to breathe, he has to catch up, he has to cope with this pain and this pleasure all at once.]

[Dodger keeps going for a while after Eichi's come, speeding up until he's gotten himself off and leaving light burns where his hands were as he does peak. Ones that will easily heal, unlike the one on his back. He pulls out and his hands shake as he reaches up to unbuckle his belt and free Eichi's hands. He then lays down on Eichi's chest, pressing lazy kisses onto his lips before finally curling up against him in a sticky, sweaty mess.]

Fuuucckkk....

[No doubt he'll be too heavy for Eichi, but it'll take some effort to get him to roll over and give him space. He's managed to completely run out of energy.]

[Eichi is beyond tired. He's barely conscious, his hands dropping where they were bound even when they're freed, only slightly pulling apart to a more relaxed position. He's breathing heavily, unable to respond to those little kisses, and Dodger really is crushing him right now, but he doesn't have the energy to move.]

Can't breathe...

[That's all he can manage in a mumble, so hopefully Dodger moves to give him a little more room. He tries to open his eyes, but they only barely lift to see a blurry Dodger before they drop closed again. He's going to need to rest this off. There's no way he can't. Everything hurts, but it felt so good all the same...]

[Dodger offers a quiet grunt, before shifting just enough to give Eichi room to breathe. His arm stays wrapped gently around Eichi's waist, as he slowly catches his own breath.]

You're fucking beautiful, y'know that?

[It takes more effort than it should, but he presses a kiss to Eichi's jaw before shutting his eyes and sinking into the mattress.]

[It would be too much energy to respond to that like he normally would, so he uses it instead to lift one very shaky arm and rest it over Dodger, instead. Now, they can loosely embrace each other like this as his breathing slows and his body tries to cool.

There is one more thing he wants to say again, though, just in case Dodger does try to disappear while he sleeps.]

I'll miss you. [He can't stay awake for much longer, so unless Dodger has anything to say to that, he'll fade to sleep right now.]

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smokedout - 2017-09-18 03:27 (UTC) - Expand