The first time Vecchio twisted his hands into the spaces between the bars of the headboard as Ray was fucking him, Ray figured it was just to keep him from moving around too much.
The second time he came away with bruises on his wrists, and Ray spent a long time the next morning tracing them with his tongue, watching Vecchio's eyes close with each touch.
The third time, Ray didn't wait for it to get that far, and snapped the cuffs around Vecchio's wrists when they still had their pants on.
"What the fuck, Kowalski?" Vecchio demanded, twisting around, kneeing Ray off his lap and onto the other side of the bed. He tugged at the restraints as if he didn't know that they weren't going anywhere unless Ray wanted them to, and after a few minutes of that he slumped back against the pillows and glared his best I-used-to-be-a-mobster glare at Ray.
Ray leaned back on his arms, let his legs stretch out so that his feet were just brushing the cloth of Vecchio's pants. "You like it," he said, and Vecchio's tented pants didn't seem to be disagreeing with him.
"You get these goddamned things off of me right now," Vecchio told him, and Ray shrugged.
"Okay," he said easily, leaning over Vecchio to pick up a small key from the bedside table. He almost had it to the cuffs when Vecchio let out a breath, flinched back a little.
"Wait," he said quietly, and Ray could feel the way his muscles tensed, how much it took out of him to say it.
"Yeah," Ray agreed, and put the key back on the table. He stayed kneeling over Vecchio, their erections pressing together between too many layers of cloth, and he leaned in to lick a stripe up Vecchio's throat, lingering to bite lightly at his jaw, his ear, then back down to his collarbone. He could feel Vecchio's shoulders twisting under his hands, tugging at the cuffs, his hips thrusting up slowly, shallowly, to meet with Ray's.
He kissed his way down Vecchio's chest, feeling his short quick breaths, letting his fingers trail lightly under the waistband of his pants. Vecchio let his head fall back as Ray's mouth reached his hipbone, sucked at the skin there until it was red. "Christ, Kowalski," he said finally, his voice unusually raspy, and Ray took that as his signal to strip away Vecchio's clothes, trail his fingers back up his legs to his cock, not quite touching, brushing circles around it, teasing.
Vecchio twisted under his hands, trying to get them to land where he wanted them, failing every time. Ray pulled back, slipped a hand down his pants to ease the pressure on his own cock, and Vecchio moaned. "Fuck you, Kowalski," he snarled, eyes fixed on Ray's hand moving steadily inside his pants. "Fuck you."
"Thought it was the other way around," Ray said, standing up to pull off his own clothes and reach into the drawer beside the bed. He sat down at the edge of the bed and slicked up his fingers with Vecchio watching, and when he leaned down to slide a finger into Vecchio and suck him into his mouth in one motion, Vecchio arched up off the bed, crying out.
There were very few things in the world Ray liked better than giving blowjobs (and ok, yeah, getting them was probably on that list). The taste, the movement, the stretched feeling of his lips�it was almost enough to get him off all by itself. And then there was Vecchio, fucking himself onto Ray's fingers, hands twisted helplessly over his head, making tiny sounds each time Ray moved inside of him.
It was pretty much enough to drive a guy insane.
"Jesus, Kowalski, now." Vecchio finally gasped out, and Ray pulled back, looked at him sprawled out in front of him, naked and so fucking desperate.
"Yeah," Ray agreed. "Yeah." And then he was pushing into Vecchio, both of them panting into each other's space, one hand bracing himself against the bed, the other reaching up to trace the line of the cuffs against Vecchio's skin, feeling the way his muscles were straining against them. "So goddamn hot," he said, close to Vecchio's ear, and felt him shiver beneath him.
He thrust into him hard, slow, wanting to make it last, but feeling both of them so fucking close to the edge. He pulled his hand back from the cuffs, reached between them to stroke Vecchio, opening his eyes to watch him as he came across Ray's hand and their stomachs, crying out "fuck, fuck!" and twisting his wrists inside the cuffs.
Ray buried his face in Vecchio's shoulder, felt him breathing beside his ear as he drove into him again and again, into hot and tight and slick�and then he was coming, sinking his teeth into Vecchio's skin to muffle his cries.
He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, him slumped across Vecchio's chest, but eventually he rolled off, turned to the bathroom to clean up.
"Hey," Vecchio called from the bed. "Hey," a moment later when Ray didn't reply. Ray turned to raise an eyebrow at him. "You planning on letting me out of these things anytime soon?"
"Aw, but you look so pretty in them, Vecchio," Ray said with a grin, and closed the bathroom door.