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Getaway	By : Darkprism Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 7
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- 9
Moments later, Shuuhei returned, smiling but empty-handed. He paused when he saw Kisuke, took a few seconds to eye Kisuke with naked hunger, and eventually recovered to shut the door behind him. Walking over to a chair, he pulled something out of the back of his pants and dropped it on the cushions out of sight.
Crossing to the bed, Shuuhei crawled on and over to Kisuke. "May I?" he asked gesturing to the final cuff.
"Please do," Kisuke said, head tilted. "When you're done with that, you can hook the cuffs to the chains. I put panic links on each of them so you'll be able to release which ever cuff you wish at whatever time you choose; however, when they're right next to the cuff like this, I probably won't be able to reach them. I wanted it that way."
Shuuhei's eyebrows went up and down, and he nodded as he got the restraint around Kisuke's wrist. "Okay, then," he said. He glanced at the wheels in the headboard before finishing with the cuff. "That all right?" he asked.
"Yes. I believe so." Kisuke pulled at the D-ring on the side of the cuff, and slid a finger underneath. "My circulation should be fine." He leaned forward to kiss Shuuhei gently. "All right, hook me up?"
Shuuhei sighed against Kisuke's cheek and smiled at him. "Can do."
Shifting back, Shuuhei made room for Kisuke to lie down. Shuuhei grabbed the chain and release linking to Kisuke's right wrist and put it together. He slid along the bed and did Kisuke's right ankle next. On the way to the left side, Shuuhei kissed Kisuke lightly, and got that wrist hooked. When he moved to the ankle, Shuuhei made a noise between hiss and hum as he saw the width of the spread. He rested his hand on Kisuke's calf as he attached the last chain.
Pulling hard on his wrists, Kisuke felt the burn through his shoulders, upper arms, and forearms and discovered that he could pull on the left more than the right. "Please tighten up this side?" he murmured, and Shuuhei complied. "Just move the panic snap up a link of the chain?" As Shuuhei adjusted that, Kisuke tested both legs, and moaned as he felt how solidly the chain and cuffs and frame held him spread and open for anything Shuuhei might wish to do.
Crawling back to prop himself over Kisuke, Shuuhei brushed Kisuke's cheek with his fingers. "Good then?" he asked.
Kisuke turned toward Shuuhei's touch, eyes closing. He took a long, slow, deep breath to get his panting under control, and he opened his eyes to smile at Shuuhei. "Yes," Kisuke answered, twisting in the restraints. "It's good."
Shuuhei's hand shook, and he quickly bent to kiss Kisuke. "Okay, then. I'll be right back." With another kiss to Kisuke's shoulder, Shuuhei pushed himself up, over, and off the bed in one fluid motion. Kisuke watched Shuuhei undo his jeans on the way to the dresser, opening drawers until he found the one he wanted. He grabbed two things after a moment's deliberation and then shut the drawer. Kicking out of the pants, Shuuhei tossed them to one side before going over to the chair and getting the item he fetched from the house. When he turned, Shuuhei paused as his breath caught. Slowly, he walked back to the bed, eyes scanning over Kisuke with palpable hunger.
Kisuke hooded his eyes and swallowed a lump in his throat that came with the sheer longing to touch Shuuhei; to have the man's hands on him and to feel some of the passion that swirled in the depths of Shuuhei's eyes. The ache bit deep, and his breath stuttered before he could husk, "Please, touch me?"
Shuuhei didn't take his eyes off Kisuke's as he grabbed the clamps off the nightstand, negligently threw toys into a pile on the bed, and gracefully moved to settle between Kisuke's legs. He lowered himself down in a languid roll -- cock to cock, chest to chest, mouth to mouth -- and Shuuhei groaned and dug his fingers into Kisuke's nape and hair. Kisuke hissed between his teeth, his head went back, and a broken cry of pleasure and need poured into Shuuhei's mouth as his body arched into Shuuhei's weight and warmth. Shuuhei shuddered, hands stroking over skin: hip, arms, sides, face.
"Oh… Kisuke…" Shuuhei said on a sigh, pulling away from Kisuke's mouth to kiss Kisuke's cheek. He turned his head to catch teeth on an earlobe, and Kisuke bucked, hands balling into fists as he yanked against the chain. Being tied down let him relax his self-control, allowed him to struggle and make sounds rather than find words, and Kisuke reveled in the feeling of being unable to stop Shuuhei from doing tender things to him and his body.
"Mmm... yeah," Shuuhei whispered, placing hard, damp kisses along the tendon of Kisuke's neck. "That's..." Shuuhei sighed and rubbed the underside of Kisuke's arm. "Love the sounds you make."
Shuuhei's mouth trailed over chest, tongue, teeth, and lips finding Kisuke's nipple with just enough hard edge to send an electric jolt through Kisuke, making him gasp before he could mutter. "Ggh... good... keep... oh lord... keep doing... that and I'll... Yes. Noises."
With an inquisitive note, Shuuhei caught flesh and that damnable tongue flicked while fingers circled Kisuke's other nipple. Kisuke's world dissolved into sensation, and an incoherent shout escaped him as he jerked under Shuuhei's ministrations. He tried to cut the vocalization off, but the breath leaked in a whimper as he shook in anticipation. Shuuhei licked once at the wet, hardened nipple, blowing air before moving to the other side and replacing fingers with suction and teeth. His free hand smoothed down Kisuke's flank in a light caress.
"Oh, yes," Kisuke whispered, tightening against his restraints again and then relaxing into not being able to do a thing about what Shuuhei was doing to him. Minutes passed with nothing but Shuuhei's mouth on Kisuke's skin, hands roaming and soft moans escaping two sets of lips. When Shuuhei rose up to flail at the nightstand for the tube of lube, he was breathing fast and his cock said plenty for his state of mind and body.
"Mm... right..." Shuuhei panted with a quiet laugh. He reached for the toy pile and retrieved a set of dark blue anal beads -- three on a string -- with a remote on the end that controlled the vibrators in each of the quarter-sized balls.
"Oh, gods, Shuuhei." Kisuke whimpered, his hands clenching when Shuuhei brushed lips over Kisuke's hipbone. Another kiss and Shuuhei sat up, retrieving a string of condoms from a pile. He ripped one packet open with his teeth, and frowned in concentration as he got the balls into the latex, laughing when his hand slipped. It took mere seconds, and Shuuhei flashed a wicked smile at Kisuke as he popped the cap on the lube, coated the makeshift toy, and then bent down to lap the head of Kisuke's cock.
Hips pulsing in time to the lazy heated strokes, Kisuke gave soft words with each one. "Yes... please... oh... more... yes.... like that... oh..."
Shuuhei rumbled a low noise, and his tongue flicked the slit before sucking more into his mouth. He lined up the slicked and covered beads at the same time, pressing without pushing. Caught between two sensations, Kisuke half-laughed and then cried out, unable to move; unable to seek more of the wet heat enclosing his cock or escape the slick, cool hardness against his newly shaven asshole. Kisuke yanked and thrashed just to prove the entrapment true and moaned when it did no good at all.
"I do love the sound of chain and metal," Shuuhei said with a gasp. He licked a line down the underside of Kisuke's length and the hot, damp heat lapped at Kisuke's balls while the first bead pushed within Kisuke.
Unable to do much more than tension against his restraints, Kisuke coughed around a groan. The feeling of the ball stretching and then laying within him made him twist, pull, and rasp, "Oh, yes. Please... more?"
Shuuhei chuckled, and the first bead shifted while Shuuhei got a better grip to push the other two inside Kisuke in quick succession. "Ggggyah…" Kisuke bit his lip, and Shuuhei leaned down and nipped at Kisuke's inner thigh while his fingers pushed the balls even deeper.
"Oh... my gods and goddesses," Kisuke blurted as the beads shifted within him, and when Shuuhei's teeth bit harder into tender skin, Kisuke jumped and whined when it caused more motion inside.
Shuuhei released Kisuke's skin and cock and crawled up his body: tongue dipping into navel and gliding up sternum. Face-to-face, Shuuhei met Kisuke for a soft kiss. "Kisuke..." Shuuhei said quietly, dark eyes searching. "Do you mind if I mark you?"
Whimpers escaping him, Kisuke blinked dazed eyes at Shuuhei, trying to comprehend the words, and when the meaning struck home, Kisuke shuddered. "Marked by you as... yours?" Shuuhei nodded, and Kisuke's voice trembled, though Kisuke was at a loss as to why. "Yes. Please... please do."
Shuuhei kissed him again, deeper and hungrier. "Thank you," Shuuhei husked before leaning to grab something off the bed. A blush tinged his cheeks and he laughed as he showed Kisuke the plastic envelope full of rainbow-colored Sharpies. He pulled out a black one and uncapped it with his teeth.
"W... what are you?" Comprehension dawned. Mark him, indeed. "Oh... oh my."
"Not quite as permanent as some things, but..." Shuuhei murmured as he slid back down Kisuke's body, dropping the markers within easy reach. He settled between Kisuke's legs, one hand lazily stroking Kisuke while the other set felt tip to the shorn skin just above Kisuke's cock.
"Ahhh... yes... oh... that feels... oh lord, Shuuhei, is that why you shaved me?" Kisuke asked, amazed and bemused all in one. The idea of Shuuhei's art on his own skin had never seemed feasible, as Kisuke had never been able to decide on something he could live with for the rest of his life, but this intrigued him. A mark he could carry that was utterly and uniquely Shuuhei's.
"Mmhm," Shuuhei murmured, the felt pen scrawling wide over groin, leg, hip, lower belly, and back to base. He started to make quick, fast, lines that stroked and tickled, and when Kisuke twitched, Shuuhei casually licked the head of Kisuke's cock until Kisuke gasped. "Thought that while I had you bound and helpless, I might as well ink you up."
Breath slithering through clenched teeth until Shuuhei ceased the wet torture, Kisuke managed a weak chuckle, hands relaxing in the cuffs and toes flexing. "I do enjoy how you surprise me, and… well. I've always admired your art."
"Really?" Shuuhei asked, interested, as he swapped markers. He began to color Kisuke like a makeshift canvas, free hand resuming its light strokes to Kisuke's length.
"Nnnn... oh... lord, Shuuhei." Kisuke bit his lip as his hips rode the hint of friction, wanting more so badly he ached, but the strain-stretch of his legs was doing its job. He couldn't build enough tension to orgasm, knew it had something to do with not getting enough pressure behind his prostate, but it didn't matter except that Shuuhei's hand was starting to drive him insane.
Shuuhei chuckled and the hand on Kisuke's cock fell away, bracing against Kisuke's hip while he rapidly changed to another marker, making quick lines. He bent over Kisuke's thigh, mouth brushing kisses while he continued to draw. Kisuke sighed with the caresses, breathing evening out, and he closed his eyes. He wondered what Shuuhei was drawing; the light slashes felt so detailed and careful.
Shuuhei blew over damp ink. "You okay?" he asked, mouth tantalizingly close to Kisuke's cock while he colored in shapes.
Kisuke's body rolled, and he hoped it was slow enough that it wouldn't bother Shuuhei's work. "Mm... yes. Quite content."
"Good. We might be here a while." Shuuhei's grin lit up his face to make him look impish and younger, and he sat up to swap the marker's angle.
"That's all right," Kisuke reassured the younger man, smiling back at Shuuhei's tender expression.
"Good. But don't want you to get bored... so..." Shuuhei looked down again, concentrating on the ink, and the vibrator came to life just as he pulled the felt tip away from skin to switch colors.
"Nnnngod!" Kisuke cried out and bucked in surprise and shock. Chain chimed, and Kisuke moaned and writhed as the vibrations, one right up against his prostate, woke everything up again. Shuuhei stroked Kisuke's inner thighs while Kisuke struggled to settle, and even then soft sounds leaked from Kisuke's parted lips.
"You're gorgeous like this, Kisuke," Shuuhei said in a low rush, like he worried he wouldn't get the words out before he stopped himself from saying them. "God..."
Shuuhei's praise made Kisuke twist and moan. The ache and wonder of how someone could see him that way made Kisuke's want for Shuuhei cut even deeper.
"Just… gorgeous," Shuuhei repeated, and Kisuke whined. Panic flared as he didn't think he could hold still, but then Shuuhei was there and resting forearms over Kisuke's legs and hips, holding him down for a heartbeat or two before continuing drawing.
"Good," Shuuhei muttered, and Kisuke's head tossed to one side as a marker tip slid over his balls: stroked and scraped and tickled to the point of insanity. Kisuke's breathing sped up and went hectic as Shuuhei's fist enclosed his cock -- not stroking, holding, but it was enough to wring a cry from Kisuke. More weight pressed on his legs, and Kisuke did his best to obey the silent command, but his entrance tensed and pulsed around the moving balls, and he realized his every pant was tinged with a quiet whimper.
"Jesus," Shuuhei cursed, and he shakily sighed. The marker tip returned, coloring around Kisuke's base, and Shuuhei alternately drew and suckled at Kisuke's weeping cock with teasing lightning strikes of lip and tongue.
"Nnngh--!" Kisuke's thoughts blurred into red haze, the pleading broke into pitched moans, and for seconds that turned into agonizingly delightful minutes, the soft buzz of the vibrator, Kisuke's sounds of need, and Shuuhei's fast breathing filled the room.
"There," Shuuhei said, sitting up and capping the marker, flinging it aside. He hummed, hands squeezing both of Kisuke's thighs as he studied his work. "Got a little distracted there toward the end, but..." He chuckled, bent, and lapped again at Kisuke.
Body undulating, Kisuke cried out in pure desperation as Shuuhei's attentions drove everything from his head. He swallowed, trying to stop the sounds, but Kisuke couldn't, and the feeling of helplessness made him moan louder, pausing to manage a strangled, whispered, "Please."
Shuuhei squeezed Kisuke's hips with near-bruising force and swirled his tongue around Kisuke's crown, hand steadying Kisuke's base. He sighed a groan and tightened his lips before slowly -- painfully slowly -- slipping mouth and tongue down Kisuke's length, forcing the head of Kisuke's cock into the tightness of Shuuhei's throat.
Kisuke threw his head back and yelled, yanking at all his bindings and trying to close his legs, body sheathed in sweat and sticking to the sheets. His legs trembled with their stretch, the movements jolted the balls in his ass, and he twisted, arching to find more of Shuuhei's mouth, but half-sobbing because Kisuke knew that there was no way he could come even if he did.
Fingers dug in an unforgiving clench into Kisuke's skin, Shuuhei groaned loud and long and swallowed Kisuke down, before rising up to set a tortuous rhythm, bobbing his head, hand stroking anywhere his mouth couldn't reach.
Kisuke could only gasp, eyes open but sightless, and on one glide down, the vibrator kicked up a notch, the buzz louder than the wet-slick breathy noises of mouth covering cock, but not nearly as loud as Kisuke's howl. He desperately tried to pump into sweet, roiling heat, but each stroke couldn't bring completion. The tension through his body could only go so far, and each stroke only brought more frustration, but still he sought more. He loved hanging like this on the horns of his own desires, but the denial of completion was as overwhelming as the sensation that made him crave it, and his sounds morphed to growls and soft snarls that scratched his throat.
More glides, swallows, and cries and then Shuuhei abruptly ceased, making Kisuke's body try to curl in on itself. A light lick on Kisuke's head made him garble a cry before Shuuhei's tongue brushed over trembling abs and sternum, body following in a smooth motion. The slide of skin on skin made Kisuke's eyes focus, lids fluttering, and then Shuuhei's lips caught skin above Kisuke's left nipple and sucked hard, teeth biting and worrying the skin into a dark mark. The combination of pain and arousal, the tug and pull and added layer of uncontrollable want, made Kisuke's shout echo off the ceiling.
Shuuhei released Kisuke's skin with a hiss, sliding up until they were eye to eye. "Kisuke," Shuuhei murmured, affectionately awed, and his mouth met Kisuke's in a messy mix of lips and tongue. Kisuke yelped into Shuuhei's mouth as the body atop Kisuke's ground down and fingertips pinched at Kisuke's nipple.
"Oh... oh gods... Sh--Shuu--Shuuhei." Kisuke didn't know what his body did, couldn't keep track of it anymore. He was unsure what was pleasure or pain, what he wanted and didn't, and the sensations rocketed through him in trails of fire.
Shuuhei shuddered and whimpered like something broke inside him. "My God, I've never..."
Kisuke made a low questioning sound, unable to find words in a maddening turn from his usual abilities. It was nearly impossible to think, but something about Shuuhei's tone made Kisuke nearly die in the hope that the other man would continue.
Shuuhei shook his head, and he let go of Kisuke's nipple to skim down between them, taking both of their erections in hand. Shuuhei answered Kisuke's broken sigh with a shiver. He planted a kiss on Kisuke's cheek, and his breathing was erratic but those dark eyes were steady on Kisuke's face, watching with a focus that burned in its intensity.
Kisuke tried to form a plea, Shuuhei kissed him, and he spoke in a gravelly murmur above Kisuke's lips. "Never thought... could want someone as much as I want you." Shuuhei kissed Kisuke's cheek, dragged lips on his jaw. Feeling insane, Kisuke moved his chin to give Shuuhei more access, whimpering at the affection and care. "Love every sound you... make, the way you move for me, trust me, and just..."
Something crumbled within Kisuke's defenses. The combination of helplessness, frustration, and Shuuhei's obvious adoration brought a wetness to his eyes. He moaned when Shuuhei nudged his head to the side and licked his ear, breath stuttering like a struggling butterfly and inspiring shivers throughout Kisuke's body. The firm, lazy strokes continued from bases to heads and back again, and Kisuke spiraled higher and higher.
"Want and need you... Kisuke... love it... love this."
Shuuhei's efforts to speak -- to explain, to tell, to show with his body and voice how he felt -- tore at Kisuke's control. He felt tears in his eyes as his hips thrust into the shared friction of Shuuhei's hand and the vibrations of the balls within him made him fervently and ardently wish he could tense enough to come. Multiple types of need blindsided Kisuke -- the physical that he expected and the emotional that he didn't.
And Kisuke couldn't come; couldn't move or act or even speak. Shuuhei's tenderness and vulnerability made a bower of safety. There was nothing to be frightened of, nothing to guard against, no reason to fight for what he wanted or try to keep it hidden. Kisuke trusted that Shuuhei would take care of him, even strung out in a never-ending cycle of unrelenting pleasure and arousal, and Kisuke wanted this: wanted to trust and have it returned sevenfold. So Kisuke closed his eyes, surrendered, and let himself exist, desire, and react.
Lips kissed Kisuke's face, and a faint, "Thank you" met Kisuke's ears before Shuuhei's touch slowed, stopped, and slipped away. A second later and the vibrations deep within Kisuke's body ceased, and Shuuhei met Kisuke in a kiss that was shattered by breath and remade by repetition. Kisuke kissed back, notes of need exploding with each press and caress, each touch of lip to lip, and he sucked and bit any part of Shuuhei he could get.
The quick slide of tongues and fast breathing continued as Shuuhei reached for something and resettled atop Kisuke. Sweat made their bodies slippery, and Shuuhei panted through his nose, moaning when Kisuke's teeth scraped his tongue and caught and held his lower lip.
"Fuck," Shuuhei cursed. Hot air melded and mixed, and Shuuhei trembled as he moved again, hand caressing Kisuke's side before his fingers found and pinched Kisuke's nipple.
"Yes!" Kisuke wrenched at bindings. Shuuhei was affected, wanting him and needing him, and as that knowledge sank further, Kisuke shuddered all over. "Love... love what you're… you, Shuuhei, are doing to me. Please... yes."
Shuuhei sucked a harsh breath and pushed up enough to look down at Kisuke, eyes swirling black with desire. The shapely mouth worked into a smile before he moved down, teeth and lips replacing fingers. Kisuke tossed his head, sensations running through him like water over dry ground.
"Goddamn..." Shuuhei murmured. With the sound of light chain sliding along the sheet, Shuuhei got one of the clamps in his hand. He reared up, one hand on Kisuke's chest while the other applied the metal to skin.
"Uunngh..." The breath left Kisuke in a cough as the current of constricting metal went right to his cock. His hips jerked, and chain and leather protested.
Shuuhei's lips and hands dragged over Kisuke's torso, carefully avoiding straining erection and any places begging to be touched. Dropping a kiss to Kisuke's inner thigh, Shuuhei gently removed the toy from Kisuke's ass, and Kisuke mewled at each stretch of bead. The soft thump of plastic hitting the floor followed half a second later.
"Oooh... yes... please, please, Shuuhei," Kisuke pleaded, and he tried to spread his legs just an inch further, tilting his pelvis so that the man between his legs would have any kind of access at all, begging with his body as well as his voice.
Shuuhei made a soothing shushing sound while he stroked down Kisuke's legs. He watched Kisuke's face and leaned to one side, getting condom and lube in his hand. Shuuhei made fast work of foil, roll, and slick, eyes hooding as he stroked himself. Task complete, he tore away his gaze and reached back to unclasp the quick release on Kisuke's left ankle, shifting fast to reach and get the other undone.
Kisuke moved heavy limbs, shivering at Shuuhei's hands on his skin. Kisuke bent his knees, and when he tried closing them, the arousal that gnawed at him for hours rose with a snarl. With a cry, Kisuke spread his legs again, raising them, keeping them wide and tilting his hips.
Shuuhei crawled up Kisuke's body, lips finding shoulder, neck, and corner of Kisuke's mouth. He sat back suddenly, and reached down by the bed and returned with a pillow. Shuuhei eased the blond off the bed, slid the pillow under his back, and hooked an arm under one of Kisuke's knees, not lifting, just holding.
"Can you...?" Shuuhei asked, slowly and carefully pushing Kisuke's leg toward his chest. Nodding, Kisuke tried to lift and quivered as muscles stretched.
"Easy," Shuuhei said. "Let me..." Shuuhei leaned against the back of Kisuke's thigh, the blond's knee hooked over Shuuhei's arm, letting him brace on the bed. Shuuhei breathed a shaking sigh and set his tip to Kisuke's entrance and pushed inside without pause, a low, broken groan rasping from his throat.
"Oh." Kisuke gave and Shuuhei's cock slid smoothly in, filling and invading. "Tide... time and tide..." he murmured.
Shuuhei was quiet as he propped himself over Kisuke so that their noses almost met. His hair hung down in shaggy, damp locks, and his mouth was open to rushed breathing that he obviously tried to control. Bracing on knees and the arm supporting Kisuke's leg, Shuuhei grabbed the other clamp and with a gritty sound attached it to his nipple, letting out a harsh pant as his hand hit the bed when the task was done. Looking down, Shuuhei bent to kiss Kisuke, eyes open, bodies joined and still.
Kisuke felt blinded by brilliant flashes of sensation. He flexed his tied arms and felt his whole body quake. "Yes." Kisuke broke the kiss to whisper, gaze full of watchful black eyes. "Please take me, as softly and inevitably as the tide takes dry sands."
Shuuhei's breath shook over Kisuke's mouth for a heartbeat before he shifted, sliding out and pushing back inside Kisuke with an agonizingly slow pace. Kisuke's hips strained for more. "Yes. Stars rising... oooh... and falling... within the night sky."
Soft groans kept the time, and Shuuhei's muscles rippled and flexed as he worked for measured control. "Your words..." A pull, a push, a swiveling grind. "Kisuke..." Another, and Shuuhei gasped. "Damn..."
Kisuke made a note of desperation, desire, and condemnation. "Fucked... damned and unforgiven... sweet Shuuhei."
"No," Shuuhei said, clear and loud, body rolling and refusing to move faster. "Saved and held." The words were halting, but Shuuhei made them firmer with a kiss and harder rock into Kisuke's body.
Kisuke cried out. The words, the sensation, and the sudden conflagration of emotions held too long in check -- too long tied down as thoroughly as he was bound -- made Kisuke sob into Shuuhei's mouth. Kisuke didn't deserve this, had fucked up too many times in too many ways, but here was this man overcoming all the old pain and all the odds to actually tell Kisuke that he was wanted. Kisuke quivered, half in denial, half in utter hunger of this unexpected attempt on Shuuhei's part at redemption through desire. The same need that hit him so hard in the limousine now blazed hot again. "You... you are, aren't you?" Kisuke rasped.
"Yeah," Shuuhei answered, every motion slow and painfully unhurried. He nudged Kisuke's head to the side, licked the shell of his ear. "I am," he whispered, labored breathing a brand on Kisuke's neck. "Here, with you, and like this... you're mine... means... I've got you, and..." Shuuhei stroked in and out, words choppy and husky, sweat beading on his forehead. "Will hold you here... long as I can..."
Kisuke groaned, deep and guttural, the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest bunching and pulling against his chains as the tide of his orgasm rose and rose, steady and all-encompassing. His body reacted to each stroke: jolted with each stop of Shuuhei's cock within him, tensed with every tug on the chain that connected them, tightened as Shuuhei slid out.
"H-hold me..." Kisuke whispered. "Suspended over the abyssal... darkness... by cords of desire and light."
Shuuhei grunted, a high whine keening through his nose as one longer stroke pulled on the clamp with a sharper tug. "Kis...Kisuke..." Shuuhei managed, propping himself over Kisuke and keeping his rhythm. "Look at me."
Kisuke thrashed, some part of him raising a blood red flag that what Shuuhei asked was dangerous, but he growled and forced open his eyes. The expression on Shuuhei's face was loving, stripped of any pretense and full of naked longing. Shuuhei's mouth fell open as he pushed within Kisuke's heat again, eyelids fluttering until he regained focus. He bent to kiss Kisuke, watchful and wondering. Shuuhei's brow creased as he continued to move -- getting faster, forceful -- but his gaze never wavered from Kisuke's.
"Want to see you..." Shuuhei whispered, rebalancing and taking Kisuke's cock into his hand.
"See... me?" Kisuke said, voice as thin as spider's silk and throat thickening with an emotion he couldn't even name. He trembled in the spotlight of Shuuhei's want for him, and he cried out in earnest with each slow stroke within and on him. His breath hissed from him at the tug of the nipple clamp, and Kisuke twisted as he felt Shuuhei react to the connection as well.
Waves of desire on the high tide of his orgasm made Kisuke gasp for air and struggle, but he did his best to keep his eyes on Shuuhei's. "All... almost... please," Kisuke begged. "Close... oh Heavens... close, Shuuhei."
"Mmnph..." Shuuhei grit his teeth, stoically returning Kisuke's stare. In a flash his face and eyes filled with need, heat, and hunger that contorted his expression to one resembling a feral creature. "Fucking... hell..." Shuuhei groaned and the last of his resolve snapped, the shredding visible with his face so open, raw, and near.
Snarling, Shuuhei's next thrust was faster, harder, firmer and made him gasp against Kisuke's lips and face. Kisuke's body rolled under Shuuhei's as he moaned, the change in pace shoving him inch by inch toward the fall of his orgasm. Shuuhei pulled on the chain between them and slid out again, coughing a cry that Kisuke echoed, and still Shuuhei looked, still he watched Kisuke with vulnerable resolve.
Kisuke watched Shuuhei's intense black gaze, strangled on a note of two-toned need, and then froze. Two strokes later, Kisuke came with an explosive grunt as the last hour of denial and teasing finally shattered into a release that felt like it was going to snap every joint in his body and pump all his frustration, fear, and desire onto Shuuhei's belly.
"Oh--ooooh," Shuuhei moaned, loud and abandoned. His breathing got chaotic as Kisuke arched, rode out his ending, and howled as Shuuhei continued to move. Shuuhei hissed, choked, and a high whine got caught behind his lips as his spine snapped straight and his body pistoned into Kisuke's. His eyes stayed open but lost focus, and he remained unseeing until he sucked in a lungful of air.
Kisuke watched, fascinated and enthralled by Shuuhei's climax, even as his inner muscles tightened on the invasion of Shuuhei's cock. He whimpered and pulled at his chains, before he realized he could hold Shuuhei with his legs. Shuuhei's head dropped, and he panted, arms shaking where he held himself upright with locked elbows.
"Damn... here..." Shuuhei rasped finally, and carefully eased Kisuke's leg down. Shuuhei fell onto his forearms and braced to either side of Kisuke's head, breath steaming next to Kisuke's neck.
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