[Claude moans into the kiss, loving the tug of Linhardt's fingers in his hair. Most of the green of his eyes has been swallowed up by his pupils when Linhardt pulls away, and he barely keeps himself from jerking his hips at the bite.
The pale hand stroking his chest feels deceptively gentle, calming. He can already tell this is going to be a very long session.
His leg muscles are already starting to feel the strain after a full day of work, but part of the game is staying just like this for as long as he can bear. He whines, pouting exaggeratedly.] But I worked hard all day! Such a cruel lover...
[Linhardt's expression grows serious for the moment as he moves his hand from Claude's hair to his chin, tilting his head just right so that their eyes are meeting.]
Maybe you'll learn the value of taking a break.
[And then he releases his grip, but not before stealing one more soft kiss from his lover's lips. He then steps around, behind Claude, and gives one of his ass cheeks a nice, solid slap.]
I don't mind teaching you, but I'm not going to be easy on you either.
[When he sees that expression on Linhardt's face, he gets the distinct impression that he's fallen into a trap of some sort. Is this-- some sort of punishment for overworking himself?
Unspoken questions sit at the tip of his tongue but he swallows them back, following Linhardt with his eyes until he steps out of view. He was expecting something, and a spank was certainly on the list, but he gasps and rocks his hips forward nonetheless, the movement knocking him slightly off balance. As he struggles to regain his footing, the head of the dildo pushes into him. He lets out another reedy gasp, itching to just impale himself on it, but the strain on his arms is starting to edge past uncomfortable into pain. He straightens back up, pushing back onto his toes with a groan.
Oh. Oh, this is going to be torture. This is definitely a punishment of some sort.]
[He's back to smiling after watching Claude struggle with himself there for a moment. Linhardt has no doubt he's going to figure out the underlying purpose behind this particular setup. Claude is always very clever.]
In a little while I'll loosen the tension in that rope so that you can rest a bit easier without straining your arms.
[After all, it won't be any fun if he can only just barely sit on the dildo. By the end of this, he intends to have Claude fully impaled upon it, absolutely exhausted.]
But for the moment... [Linhardt steps back around, pressing a warm kiss to the side of his lover's neck while wrapping his fingers around his erection and stroking him slowly.] You look amazing. I just have a few little things to add.
[Soon, after he loosens the rope the first time. Every reward should come with a punishment, after all.]
["Rest a bit easier". Claude huffs a laugh, knowing what will really happen when he loosens the tension in the rope.
He bites the corner of his lip on a moan as Linhardt strokes him achingly slow, far more of a tease than a relief.]
A few-- little things? [He repeats between gasping breaths, barely restraining himself from thrusting into his lover's hand and undoubtedly knocking himself off balance again.] Well, now I'm worried, with your devious mind.
[He hums, continuing with the teasing strokes of his hand for a few more seconds before pulling away entirely.
He wanders somewhere behind Claude's field of vision, and when he returns there's a thinner length of rope in his hands.]
You seem a bit too excited. I'd rather keep you contained for now.
[Although Linhardt has no problem taking his time wrapping the rope around Claude's testicles and the base of his cock. No too tight, of course, but snug enough that he might find himself having difficultly reaching orgasm until he's freed.]
That should settle you down a little. ...Or not. [He shrugs before securing the bondage and then sliding his hand back along the shaft so that he can stroke the swollen head of Claude's cock with him thumb.]
[Claude bites back a complaint when Linhardt pulls away, leaving him with only the strain in his leg muscles and the feel of the rope around his wrists. He can't hold back a whimper when he sees the extra length of rope in his lover's hands, having guessed what it was for before it was confirmed by Linhardt's cool voice.
He winces and squirms in place as the rope is tied around his cock and balls, unable to really move without knocking himself off balance again. Frustratingly, his own trick of remaining calm and unaffected is just as effective in reverse, adding a sharp edge of embarrassment at his own reactions while Linhardt sounds as though they could be having a chat over a cup of tea.]
Lin-- [He gasps, his calves starting to shake with the effort as he tries not to thrust into his hand. He bites his lip and falls back on his heels, groaning as the head of the dildo penetrates him again. He wants to hang his head and stay there a moment, but he pushes back onto his toes after a moment, grimacing. He pants for breath between words, no actual bite to them of course.] You-- complete-- sadist.
Linhardt can't possibly deny how much it turns him on to see Claude squirming and making little frustrated sounds, panting for breath as he lowers himself onto the tip of the dildo again, only to force himself back on his toes.
The more he struggles, the sexier the sight. Of course, the balance between physical discomfort and sexual arousal make the scenario so appealing in the first place.]
You know you love me. [He leans in, only to press a soft, lingering kiss to the head of Claude's cock. When he straightens, there's a grin on his lips.]
[He does love Linhardt, and that scares the hell out of him sometimes. And, aside from masking it in a teasing remark, it's not an easy thing for him to say... or hear. But if a helpless, shaky sound forces its way up his throat, well, Linhardt's mouth on his bound cock is a hell of a tease.
He nods in answer to the question, eyes hooded.] Please? [See, he can even ask nice!]
[The 'please' is nice, certainly, and Linhardt gives the tip one long lick before pulling back again and standing straight.]
Hold on.
[He walks behind Claude and climbs a small step stool. From there he unties the knot holding his wrists above his head. Carefully, he loosens it to give Claude a few inches of slack, before retying it in place.
Linhardt steps back down and rubs a hand over his lover's back. When he reaches his ass, he gives one cheek another harsh slap.]
[Claude whines at that parting lick, trying to catch his breath as Linhardt moves behind him to loosen the rope.
He arches his back into Linhardt's hand, looking over his shoulder at him, eyes heavy-lidded. Any amount of breath he'd managed to catch leaves him with a high-pitched cry at the slap.
He nods, bites his lip. That couple of inches is a relief, but it also makes him notice the shaking in his legs more, how hard it's becoming to stay on his toes. He sinks back onto his heels, shuddering as the head of the dildo presses inside him again.]
[That certainly is better, in the sense that he gets to see Claude impale himself on that dildo more now than before. Still, he doesn't regret starting with less slack. It was a good way to tire him out a bit to start.
An oh, his reactions are just so delightful, especially the sounds he makes when being teased.]
I think you can sit on that a little more now...
[With the extra slack, he should be able to take the dildo inside of him at least a little bit further. And just in case he needs some extra motivation to do so, Linhardt gives his ass another hard slap.]
[Lin's "suggestion" is hardly news, even distracted as he is. The sharp sting of his lover's hand on his ass cheek feels different with the toy inside him-- he can't rock with the impact as much, he has to take it. The moan that escapes as he sinks further onto the rigid cock spearing him open is raw and hungry. It shocks him a bit, his face flushing as it hits him just how affected he is already. He's glad for the rope around his cock now, as frustrating as it's going to be later-- he wants to be able to last however long Lin wants him to.]
W-Want me to put on a show for you? [His voice wavers, but he manages a grin and a wink, already lifting himself back up a bit, shuddering at the unrelenting drag of the dildo inside of him.]
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The pale hand stroking his chest feels deceptively gentle, calming. He can already tell this is going to be a very long session.
His leg muscles are already starting to feel the strain after a full day of work, but part of the game is staying just like this for as long as he can bear. He whines, pouting exaggeratedly.] But I worked hard all day! Such a cruel lover...
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[Linhardt's expression grows serious for the moment as he moves his hand from Claude's hair to his chin, tilting his head just right so that their eyes are meeting.]
Maybe you'll learn the value of taking a break.
[And then he releases his grip, but not before stealing one more soft kiss from his lover's lips. He then steps around, behind Claude, and gives one of his ass cheeks a nice, solid slap.]
I don't mind teaching you, but I'm not going to be easy on you either.
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Unspoken questions sit at the tip of his tongue but he swallows them back, following Linhardt with his eyes until he steps out of view. He was expecting something, and a spank was certainly on the list, but he gasps and rocks his hips forward nonetheless, the movement knocking him slightly off balance. As he struggles to regain his footing, the head of the dildo pushes into him. He lets out another reedy gasp, itching to just impale himself on it, but the strain on his arms is starting to edge past uncomfortable into pain. He straightens back up, pushing back onto his toes with a groan.
Oh. Oh, this is going to be torture. This is definitely a punishment of some sort.]
Heh, I'd-- expect nothing less.
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[He's back to smiling after watching Claude struggle with himself there for a moment. Linhardt has no doubt he's going to figure out the underlying purpose behind this particular setup. Claude is always very clever.]
In a little while I'll loosen the tension in that rope so that you can rest a bit easier without straining your arms.
[After all, it won't be any fun if he can only just barely sit on the dildo. By the end of this, he intends to have Claude fully impaled upon it, absolutely exhausted.]
But for the moment... [Linhardt steps back around, pressing a warm kiss to the side of his lover's neck while wrapping his fingers around his erection and stroking him slowly.] You look amazing. I just have a few little things to add.
[Soon, after he loosens the rope the first time. Every reward should come with a punishment, after all.]
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He bites the corner of his lip on a moan as Linhardt strokes him achingly slow, far more of a tease than a relief.]
A few-- little things? [He repeats between gasping breaths, barely restraining himself from thrusting into his lover's hand and undoubtedly knocking himself off balance again.] Well, now I'm worried, with your devious mind.
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[He hums, continuing with the teasing strokes of his hand for a few more seconds before pulling away entirely.
He wanders somewhere behind Claude's field of vision, and when he returns there's a thinner length of rope in his hands.]
You seem a bit too excited. I'd rather keep you contained for now.
[Although Linhardt has no problem taking his time wrapping the rope around Claude's testicles and the base of his cock. No too tight, of course, but snug enough that he might find himself having difficultly reaching orgasm until he's freed.]
That should settle you down a little. ...Or not. [He shrugs before securing the bondage and then sliding his hand back along the shaft so that he can stroke the swollen head of Claude's cock with him thumb.]
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He winces and squirms in place as the rope is tied around his cock and balls, unable to really move without knocking himself off balance again. Frustratingly, his own trick of remaining calm and unaffected is just as effective in reverse, adding a sharp edge of embarrassment at his own reactions while Linhardt sounds as though they could be having a chat over a cup of tea.]
Lin-- [He gasps, his calves starting to shake with the effort as he tries not to thrust into his hand. He bites his lip and falls back on his heels, groaning as the head of the dildo penetrates him again. He wants to hang his head and stay there a moment, but he pushes back onto his toes after a moment, grimacing. He pants for breath between words, no actual bite to them of course.] You-- complete-- sadist.
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...Well, maybe a little.
Linhardt can't possibly deny how much it turns him on to see Claude squirming and making little frustrated sounds, panting for breath as he lowers himself onto the tip of the dildo again, only to force himself back on his toes.
The more he struggles, the sexier the sight. Of course, the balance between physical discomfort and sexual arousal make the scenario so appealing in the first place.]
You know you love me. [He leans in, only to press a soft, lingering kiss to the head of Claude's cock. When he straightens, there's a grin on his lips.]
Want me to loosen the slack a bit?
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He nods in answer to the question, eyes hooded.] Please? [See, he can even ask nice!]
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[The 'please' is nice, certainly, and Linhardt gives the tip one long lick before pulling back again and standing straight.]
Hold on.
[He walks behind Claude and climbs a small step stool. From there he unties the knot holding his wrists above his head. Carefully, he loosens it to give Claude a few inches of slack, before retying it in place.
Linhardt steps back down and rubs a hand over his lover's back. When he reaches his ass, he gives one cheek another harsh slap.]
Better?
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He arches his back into Linhardt's hand, looking over his shoulder at him, eyes heavy-lidded. Any amount of breath he'd managed to catch leaves him with a high-pitched cry at the slap.
He nods, bites his lip. That couple of inches is a relief, but it also makes him notice the shaking in his legs more, how hard it's becoming to stay on his toes. He sinks back onto his heels, shuddering as the head of the dildo presses inside him again.]
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An oh, his reactions are just so delightful, especially the sounds he makes when being teased.]
I think you can sit on that a little more now...
[With the extra slack, he should be able to take the dildo inside of him at least a little bit further. And just in case he needs some extra motivation to do so, Linhardt gives his ass another hard slap.]
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W-Want me to put on a show for you? [His voice wavers, but he manages a grin and a wink, already lifting himself back up a bit, shuddering at the unrelenting drag of the dildo inside of him.]