BONDAGE TIME by clueless_psycho

“How does it feel?” asked Aya as he clicked the handcuff shut.

“Feel what?” Crawford asked back.

“To have a vision.” Aya brought Crawford’s handcuffed hands up above his head. “To be able to see the future.”

Crawford did not answer right away. He was shifting into a more comfortable position as Aya attached the handcuffs into the bedrail with his tie. That way Crawford would still have some room to move or to roll over.

“It’s okay,” said Crawford.

“Must be interesting to be able to know what I’m going to do to you, right?”

“It’s not like it. I don’t always see everything.”

“Oh.” Aya chuckled, then let a little grin spread across his face. He slid down the bed to grab his bag. “Then… did you foresee…,” he rummaged inside the bag and pulled out a blindfold,” this or not?”

Crawford sighed. “Yes, I foresaw that.”

Aya scowled. “Not funny. This whole bondage things should a surprise but you’ve foreseen everything.” He dropped the bag to the floor and climbed back on the bed with the blindfold.

“I didn’t choose to have a vision.”

Aya climbed up Crawford’s body, straddling his chest and leaned down to wrap the blindfold over Crawford’s eyes. “If I cover your eyes like this, can you still see the future?”

Crawford wanted to blurt ‘stupid’, but he bit his tongue and said, ”It doesn’t work that way. It’s more an inner sight the… ARG! Shit!”

Aya lapped his tongue along Crawford’s nipple he had just bit hard between his lips. Crawford took a deep breath. “You didn’t see it coming?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Liar.” Aya arranged his body to sprawl atop Crawford, their erections pressed together. “What else did you see in your future?”

“That I’m going to fuck you,” said Crawford.

Since Crawford did not see him, Aya decided to let a wide grin to spread across his face. “I’m going to take you,” he said, tongue lips teasing Crawford’s lips slowly.

“No, I’m going to take you,” insisted Crawford.

Aya raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Aya slid down and sat on his heels between Crawford’s legs. Crawford was half hard already and now that Aya stared at the erection, he wondered if he ever seen Crawford not half-hard or not hard, except when he had just ejaculated. He wondered whether it had something to do with the size.

“How does it feel to have a cock this big?” Aya asked as his fingers curled around the subject of his question.

“It’s okay,” replied Crawford, shifting his legs to spread a bit wider. He gasped a bit when Aya began stroking him gently.

“You seem to be always aroused,” he said.

Crawford didn’t respond right away. He was struggling with his breathing as Aya pumped him faster and faster. After fucking each other brains out in more than a couple of occasions, now Aya had become an expert in giving him the right treatment. But to Crawford, the biggest pleasure was Aya’s fingers themselves. The calluses all over Aya’s hands from handling swords gave the nice, sweet friction that tingled him all over. And the grip was just perfect.

“What do you expect when I have to take my clothes off in front of you?” he snapped in choked voice, barely covering the escalating desire inside him.

Aya scowled. “Arrogant bastard,” he scolded.

Crawford was fully erect now in his hand, precome dripped and wetted his fingers. Aya let go Crawford’s erection to lick his fingers clean. He liked the way Crawford tasted. Not sweet at all, but that was how he liked it since he did not like sweets.

But what was smeared in his fingers was not enough. Aya had to bent down and popped Crawford’s cockhead into his mouth for more.

Crawford tasted even good this way. Warm, clean and throbbing inside his mouth. Aya pushed it slowly inch by inch deeper into his mouth until it was completely inside. Then he pulled it out slowly inch by inch and sucked hard at the end of the hard flesh.

Crawford groaned sharply.

Aya released Crawford’s completely to wipe the precome and his own smirk off of his lips.

With half lidded eyes, he looked up to see Crawford. Crawford had put back his cold mask in his face, looking as nothing could shatter his ultimate self-control.

Aya moved to get a tube of lube from his bag. He ran the tube along Crawford’s thigh.

“This is the lube,” he said teasingly. “The gel is cool and smooth. I’m going to coat my fingers with the gel and prepare you.”

“Make sure you do it right,” said Crawford.

“Oh, I’ve learned from the best teacher,” said Aya as he uncapped the tube and squeezed some gel into his palm.

“Oh, always knew that you sleep with Yohji,” snapped Crawford.

Aya rewarded him with a hard spank on his hips that made Crawford arched a bit.

Aya smeared the gel all over his fingers and squeezed some more on his fingertips to dab the cleft between Crawford’s butts with. Aya took time teasing the opening slowly, watching how Crawford struggled to keep his cold expression on.

Crawford yelped a bit when Aya pushed his finger up the crack of his ass.

“Nice, huh?” teased Aya. “Imagine how it feels when you that to me. Your fingers are thicker than mine.”

And he slipped another finger to join the first one.

Aya couldn’t help smirking more and more to see Crawford twisted as he rolled his fingers inside him. Crawford moaned helplessly when Aya rubbed his magic spot hard and Aya decided to do it again and again.

Crawford was panting now, his face had turned a nice shade of pink, so was his skin all over his body. His erection stood stiff, red and hot and throbbing and begging, covered with thick precome.

“I’m going to take you,” Aya whispered quietly, using his free hand to toy with his nipples.

“Yes, yes, do it now, now,” Crawford breathed.

“I’m so going to take you,” Aya whispered again, his mind foggy with anticipation.

“Stop fucking tease me!” snapped Crawford.

Aya inhaled deeply. He kept sliding his fingers in and out of Crawford although he could feel that the tight muscles had relaxed. He remembered the feel of Crawford’s fingers inside him. Thick and knowing. And now Crawford was making the incoherent sound he always mad when Crawford prepared him.

So good.

So nice.

And the cock.

Aya’s stare fell on Crawford’s erection again. Stiff and ready. Slick and inviting.

Aya slid his fingers completely out of Crawford’s body.

He lifted his body up and sank down atop Crawford, taking his erection inch by inch as he went lower. His hole opened effortlessly as if he’d been expecting it all along.

Once Crawford was fully inside him, Aya let out a relieved sigh and began moving.

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