Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not own any of the following names or personalities. The author does not imply that the people mentioned within would act or have acted in the ways depicted. No money has been made from this.

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Tonight was the night, Duff insisted, that they try something new. Slash was surprised that it had taken this long for Duff to latch on to the idea. With all of the work surrounding the promotion of the new album, sex had become more of a stress outlet than anything. Tonight was the night the two of them had set aside to reconnect. And Slash was eager to get to it.

Duff, naked underneath a flimsy cotton sheet, swatted Slash's hand away from his exposed nipple. "Stop it. You've been teasing me all night."

Duff's tone wasn't very commanding. Slash kissed his neck.

Duff squirmed away from Slash and rolled over to reach into the top drawer of the nightstand. The sheet slid down below his waist, exposing the smooth, pale skin of his hip. Slash's warm hand trailed over it, then slid between Duff's legs, brushing his hard cock.

"Slash."

"What?"

Duff rolled onto his back. "I thought you were into this."

Story time. Yes, he was into it, but Slash doubted any story could be anywhere near as hot as the real thing under his hands. Slash's lips brushed Duff's ear. "I'm into you. I'd read fucking... fucking 'Little Red Riding Hood' if it turned you on."

Duff smiled and opened the new book of erotic fiction he had retrieved from the nightstand. With a wink at Slash, he began to read. "My neighbor's name was Billy. He was three years older than me, with long red hair and a penchant for starting fistfights. Rumors about him circulated through my high school all the time. Some people even said he had a tattoo! That only added to his mystery, and it wasn't long before I found myself jacking off to thoughts of him as I listened to the loud rock music he used to blast from his bedroom windows."

Duff wrinkled his nose and glanced up at Slash.

Slash frowned. "That sucks. Let me see it." Duff handed it over. Slash thumbed through the book, pausing every few pages to skim. "These all seem pretty silly." Slash passed the book back.

Duff skimmed it, himself. A few seconds passed before he spoke. "What a downer. I was all excited."

Slash pulled Duff close. "Here. I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was this tall, blonde prince named Duff."

Duff rolled his eyes.

"The whole village admired Prince Duff, because he was handsome, smart, athletic, and good with his hands. Every day, the fairest maidens in the land swooned at Duff's feet. Any parents would have been fucking thrilled if Prince Duff had wanted their daughter."

Duff smirked. "The fairest maidens?"

"Hush now, I'm telling a story." Slash grinned and pushed closer to Duff, rubbing his erection against Duff's hip. "But what the villagers didn't know was that Prince Duff was one kinky motherfucker who kept a sex slave in a custom-made dungeon in the basement of the family castle."

Duff laughed.

"Don't laugh, dude. Prince Duff was seriously fucked up. He had a trunk full of leather cuffs and dildos and butt plugs and whips and chains and worse shit and he loved using them all. And you know, back in the day, that was pretty fucked up."

Duff grinned.

Slash pulled the sheet away and climbed on top of Duff, straddling his thighs. "Then, one day, Prince Duff went down to the dungeon for a fuck. What he didn't know was that his sex slave had escaped."

"Oh-" Duff cleared his throat. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." Slash ran his fingertips over Duff's shoulders and down his arms. "As soon as Prince Duff stepped into the dungeon..." Slash closed his fingers around Duff's wrists and pulled them over his head, pinning them to the pillow.

"Uh-oh."

Slash grinned and tightened his hold on Duff's wrists. "Duff's sex slave had found the trunk full of toys and was ready for Duff with a pair of steel handcuffs as soon as Duff set foot in the dungeon. And once he had Duff restrained, he had his way with him all night long. Using him for his own pleasure. Making him come over and over again."

Duff's cock nudged Slash's. Slash shifted his weight, letting his dick rub against Duff's. "Prince Duff would never admit it, but he loved being dominated. Being used. Being fucked raw."

Duff's breath escaped in a rush.

Slash shifted and rolled his hips so that his cock rubbed against Duff's with a steady grinding pressure. The bed squeaked. Duff's jaw clenched. Duff's fingers flexed. His body stiffened. "C'mon, Slash..."

Slash leaned forward and down, kissed Duff. Transferred both of Duff's wrists to one hand. Twisted the fingers of his free hand in Duff's hair. Pulled. Duff bucked underneath him. And then Slash felt him climax, hot and wet. Slash thrust against Duff harder, smearing Duff's come against his belly, squeezing Duff's wrists and then releasing them.

Duff slid his arms around Slash and pulled him down. Wrapped one long leg around Slash's waist. "Do what you said," Duff whispered. "Fuck me. Hard."

Slash smiled against Duff's neck. "You're really worked up, aren't you?" Slash's fingers slid over Duff's firm, warm abdomen, through the spilled semen there. Duff gasped when those fingers touched his asshole.

Slash loved the way the bed's springs squeaked when they fucked. Loved the way Duff moaned and sighed and said his name. Loved the way Duff's hard, powerful body bucked and flexed underneath his.

Slash's orgasm tumbled through him. A moment later, Duff's lips brushed his own. Slash realized he was squeezing his eyes shut, and opened them. Duff smiled and pulled him close, pressed his lips against Slash's ear. "You're such a good fuck," Duff whispered.

"Fucking fit for a prince, I hope."

Duff laughed.

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