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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...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.]