JOHN BARROWMAN & SCOTT GILL - RPS FICLET - "A LITTLE TIED UP RIGHT NOW" - NC17
JOHN BARROWMAN / SCOTT GILL RPS FICLET
NC17 NSFW
Disclaimer - Obviously I don't know John or Scott. All this comes from my dirty mind :)
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A Little Tied Up Right Now
“Do you trust me, John?” Scott idly licked a nipple, “I mean really trust me?”
John grunted at the spark of pleasure Scott’s tongue caused, and nodded. Realising Scott couldn’t see him from his position, John croaked a “Yes.”
Scott raised himself into a sitting position and gazed fondly at John’s face, taking in the flushed cheeks and lips swollen from kissing. There was such desire in that lovely face that Scott almost bottled out of his plan and just gave John what he so obviously wanted.
Little lines appeared between John’s eyebrows. “Are you ok?”
Scott leaned over the side of the bed and retrieved a coil of cord. He laid it on the bed next to John and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
John looked up at his partner, noticing the bottom lip. Scott did that when he wanted something but wasn’t certain of the reaction he’d get. Curious, John raised himself onto his elbows and frowned at the coil of cord.
Scott’s mouth twisted into an almost shy half smile. “I want to tie . . . “ He stopped speaking as John nodded slightly. “You’re ok with this?” Scott ventured, “We can stop if you . . .”
“Who taught you how to do this?” John grunted as Scott pulled the cord snugly around his chest.
“Just something I picked up ages ago.” Scott passed the cord between John’s legs, savouring the hiss that escaped his lips, “Now keep very still.” Scott knelt in front of John, resisting the urge to take his hard cock into his mouth, and deftly began to knot the cord around John’s hard shaft.
“Oh my God!” John whispered, eyes closed with the new sensation. He cried out as Scott’s hands left his cock and began working at his left hip. “Scott . . . please.”
Scott smiled and went about his work, concentrating on each knot and turn of the cord. Finally satisfied, Scott tied a last knot at a point just below and to the sides of John’s buttocks.
Scott had John exactly where he wanted him now. Completely trussed and powerless. Judging by the look of bliss on John’s face and the drool of precum oozing from his stiff, partially bound cock, John was in a good place too.
Scott made John stand and took up his place behind him.
“Going to fuck you now.” Scott breathed into John’s ear.
John nodded, then hissed as lubed fingers slid between his bumcheeks seeking hidden treasure. John thought he might pass out as Scott’s fingers found their target and slipped deftly inside him, fucking him gently.
“Scott . . . do it. Please. . .fuck me.” John begged.
Scott smiled at the back of John’s head and removed his fingers.
John gasped as the large, blunt head of Scott’s cock pushed its way inside him, filling him with a familiar thickness. John pushed back against Scott expecting the usual eager thrust. To his dismay, Scott stayed still inside him. John opened his mouth to protest but stayed quiet as he felt Scott’s hands touch his buttocks. There was a tugging sensation and suddenly John felt himself being pulled back gently towards Scott.
Scott wound each rein around his fists until there was only around twelve inches or so of cord between his fists and John’s buttocks. Scott pulled gently on both reins and pulled John towards him.
As Scott began to fuck John, he pulled the reins a little harder and smiled as he heard John’s groans. The knots on John’s cock were doing their job - the cord, wound and secured on each loop, was wanking John in time with Scott’s pulls on the reins.
It only took a few seconds for Scott to get the rhythm right.
John’s knees buckled with the double pleasure of Scott’s cock in his arse and the knotted cord doing unspeakable things to his cock, but he had to remain on his feet. Scott wasn’t holding him, he was holding the cords secured at his hips, and the only way to remain upright was to give himself entirely to Scott - to let himself go and trust Scott to handle their combined pleasure. This was an entirely new sensation for John. He was used to being in control. Hell, it, sex, was the only way he was ever in control where Scott was concerned, but this . . . this he could soon get used to.
John wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through his body caused by Scott’s cock massaging his prostate and the bloody cords . . . he closed his eyes and tried to think of other things . . . anything but how this whole being tied up lark was turning him on beyond anything he’d ever known before. His body so restrained and his mind so free. A breeze from the open window ghosted across John’s cock and he let out a groan, moving his hips slightly and fucking the air with his trussed penis.
Scott felt John’s slight pull away from him and gripped the cords harder, pulling back on them and thrusting harder into John. Scott increased the speed of his manipulation of the cords, jerking John off for real now and fucking him in time with his pull on the cords. John was always tight but restrained like this, he seemed tighter still. Scott could feel his orgasm building. He wanted nothing more than to let go of the cords and push John down so he could finish. But he was enjoying this experiment and he wanted to see if he could make John cum just by using the cords.
John was right on the brink of orgasm. The cord-wank was almost more than he could bear. He felt his balls begin to draw up and desperately tried to hold on for a few more seconds.
“Cum for me.” Scott breathed, pulling harder, “Cum for me John.”
This was all John needed. The order from the man in control. He finally relaxed into Scott’s rhythm and let himself tip over the edge as cum rocketed from his cock. The force of his orgasm made John fall to the floor. Scott followed him down, pumping violently into him and roaring as his own orgasm hit him.
Breathing heavily, Scott rolled, pulling his bound partner into his arms and held him, chest against John’s back, John’s tied hands pressing into his lower belly, feeling the wild beating of John’s heart against him. Scott wasn’t sure how long they lay like that.
John’s voice broke the silence “Scott. If you ever throw that bloody cord away, I swear I will kill you.”
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