Mondo Bondage
Title: Mondo Bondage
Author: Patti
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM (Bondage, gags, blindfolds) PWP
Pairing: Rod/Bela
Summary: ‘Deine Wonne wird zur Frage - kannst du mir vertraun?/meine Wonne wird es sein dir dabei zuzuschaun!’ (Die Ärzte - Mondo Bondage)
When Rod came home, the house was completely dark, save for the fireplace. Bela was sitting beside it in one of the high armchairs, with a glass of red wine in his hand, and unmovingly stared into the flames.
The younger man hadn’t made a sound apart from slamming the front door shut, it wasn’t that surprising, everyone who’d witnessed the catlike grace Rod moved with had acknowledged that. But apparently, Bela hadn’t even noticed the loud bang of the door, he was startled as the Chilean hugged him from behind.
“Wassup?!” the silky voice caressed Bela’s slightly alcohol-daddled brain. He yawned.
“Just bored off my ass, I suppose.” He just continued staring into the flames, never saw Rod’s face lighten up with a sudden idea and a leer.
“Wait here”, he instructed the drummer. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” But Bela was already lost in his own thoughts again.
Half an hour later, Bela was… well, still not moving. But this time not just because he was too lazy, he couldn’t.
Rod had, in the few minutes he had excused himself, gone to the bedroom, where he still had his toy chest from back then. His lover had never known of that, and frankly, Rod himself had scarcely thought of it these days, but he was in a mood for playing that evening.
He’d come back to the living room with some coils of soft cotton rope and two silk shawls, and had placed them, still unnoticed by Bela, behind the armchair the other man was sitting in. Then, he’d moved in front of the armchair, kneeled down between the spread knees of the sitting, and for some time had just looked into those strangely green eyes, light but at the same time deep as the sea. Eyes that never failed to disshelve him, to make him go weak. Beautiful eyes.
He’d stretched out his hand after some time, cupped the cheek under the eyes, caressed it. “Can you trust me?” he’d whispered. There had been no verbal answer from Bela, but a soft kiss on his lips.
And now, Bela was bound in an intricate rope harness, unable to move, gagged and blindfold. And horny as hell, though Rod hadn’t even started. Just stripped off his clothes, and tied him up. So he was lying there, waiting for something, anything, to happen, shivering in anticipation.
Out of a sudden, he felt hot breath on his face.
“I don’t know how far I can go with you yet, but I’ll know when you’ve had enough. We’ll go slow this time. Whatever I do, it’s not punishment. Trust me, and I’ll introduce you to things you never knew were possible. Trust me, and you’ll go through hell and heaven. Trust me, and I’ll make your dreams come true. This is all about you, my satisfaction will be in watching you. It already is.”
Then he felt the hands, only ghosting over his skin, over the nipples, tracing his tattoos. Bela wanted to wriggle into the touches, wanted more, but there was no give at all.
A tongue followed the hands, touched him here and there, but there was no way in telling where the next assault on his senses would take place. Bela’d given up all control, he had fallen and was still falling into a deep sea of brief caressses, of carnal desire, lust. He began to live for the next touch, became totally dependant on them.
Suddenly, he found his weeping cock enveloped by moist warmth, felt Rod’s tounge tracing him, and he wanted to arch into it, wanted to thrust deeper, and then it was gone again. Where was he?! Where was Rod?! Where had he gone, leaving him just like that?!
He was flipped on his stomach, that mouth biting down on the globes of his ass, going lower, mouthing his flesh, until a hot tongue invaded him, and he’d have groaned, pleaded for more if he hadn’t been gagged. Broad swiped varied with deep stabs, until Bela was close to tears, and to coming. But it wasn’t enough, yet, and he felt the greatest relief when he was penetrated properly, filled to the brim, and there was nothing more gratifying than Rod thrusting hard, deeply into him, hitting his prostrate with every move. He spiralled higher and higher on that sensation, until his whole world crashed down in the orgasm that had been building up since Rod had first touched him.
The flames in the fireplace died down slowly, the last of the dim light reflected in the sweat covered bodies which were curled tightly into each other on the carpet.