Gambling Debts 23/?
Chapter 23
Stiles studied him for a moment longer but then he brought their lips together. The kiss was gentle and almost chaste at first but then Derek parted his lips in an invitation. Stiles took it.
When they parted Stiles rested his forehead against Derek's.
"You're going to be the death of me." He said and let out a little laugh.
Eating breakfast like this, with Stiles feeding Derek, took longer than usual so Derek went back to his room straight afterwards to wait until the room service had cleared the table.
When he came back to the main area Stiles had put a roll of rope and a gag on the table. Derek stepped over to have closer look. The gag was one of the shaped like a short penis kinds which looked more like a butt plug if Derek was honest. His mouth watered at the sight of it alone, he could almost feel it filling his mouth.
"This is kind of self-explaining." Stiles pointed at the gag. "And with this." He picked up the rope. "I want to bind your arms behind your back. Color?"
"Green." That was quite some rope for just binding his arms and Derek wondered what Stiles had in mind.
"With the gag you won't be able to speak." Stiles explained. "So you will nod. Once for green, twice for yellow and three is red." He stepped closer, locking eyes with Derek. "You give me red the second you have any breathing problems."
"I will."
"Good." Stiles gave him a smile and then stroke his cheek with a gentle hand. He traveled down his neck and shoulder, along his arm until he reached the cuffed wrist.
Derek let him guide his arm behind his back. The other one followed and then Derek stood there, clasping his forearms and waiting for Stiles to tie them in place.
Of course Stiles didn't just rope his arms together. It wasn't as complex as some pictures of Shibari art Derek had seen on the internet, and that was one of the things on Stiles' yes pile, but there were quite some loops tying his forearms together and there were also loops around his upper arms and his torso.
"Tell me if it's too tight." Stiles said, tying off the last end.
Derek took an experimental breath and wiggled his arms. The rope was tight but not uncomfortable and it didn't feel like it would cut off his circulation any time soon. He already felt himself relaxing into it, he didn't need to hold his arms, the rope was doing that for him. He could probably stay like this for quite a while without getting uncomfortable.
"It's good." He had to admit. He took another breath, testing his limits. The rope around his torso didn't restrict his breathing but it tighten around his chest. Stiles had made sure to not go right over his nipples but the rope was framing them quite nicely.
Nipple clamps would go well with this, Derek thought. He blushed, embarrassed by where his mind just went.
"Derek?" Of course Stiles noticed. "I want to leave it on for a while so if you already feel something cutting in …"
"It's not that." Derek hurried to say.
"What is it then?" Stiles studied him carefully and Derek had no doubt that he would take off the rope if Derek didn't give him something here.
"I just thought …" He felt his blush deepen and he desperately avoided Stiles' eye.
"Hey." Stiles hand was on his cheek again. "Just tell me."
"I just thought that nipple clamps would go well with this." Derek said, his face burning.
Stiles didn't laugh. But he didn't speak either and the silence was long enough for Derek to worry that he had said something wrong.
He opened his mouth to take it back but then Stiles leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"If you're a good boy today, you'll get your dinner with a side of nipple clamps." Stiles brushed a thumb over his nipple, making the flesh pebble.
Derek felt weak in the knees and his cock twitched in his pants and when Stiles nipped at his neck with a grin, Derek had to bite back a moan.
Stiles let go of him and reached for the gag.
"Color?"
"Green." Derek licked his lips and then opened his mouth willingly for the gag. It wasn't too big, just resting on his tongue, and Derek bit down on the base just to test its give.
Stiles closed the buckle and then stepped back to admire his work.
"Color?" He asked again and Derek gave him one sharp nod to indicate green.
Stiles helped him to kneel down on the pillow he had moved over to the couch and then sat down behind him, his legs bracing Derek from the sides. It was the same position as last week only that Derek had to rely on Stiles for support more since he didn't have his arms to brace himself.
Stiles started a movie but Derek found it hard to focus. Stiles' commentary washed over him but with the gag he couldn't participate, he wasn't expected to participate, so he let Stiles' voice kind of fade to the background.
He found himself relaxing into the rope and Stiles' leg was a solid wall to lean into. Stiles' hands were constantly on him, massaging his neck and scalp or just playing with his hair. It was soothing.
It didn't take long for Derek's head to drop to Stiles' knee and he kind of drifted off.
"Derek?" Stiles rose him. "Wake up."
He wanted to protest that he hadn't been sleeping but there was the gag still in his mouth, preventing him from forming words. He swallowed around it and rubbed his cheek against Stiles' knee to get more alert.
Then he blinked at the screen to check how much he'd missed but that wasn't the movie they had been watching but a documentary about hyenas?
Okay, he might have fallen asleep.
"I'm taking out the gag now." Stiles informed him. Derek had been drooling around it but Stiles had made sure that his head was angled forward so that he hadn't been choking on his own spit.
"Can you stand?"
Stiles helped him to his feet, with his arms still tied and his legs kind of numb from the kneeling Derek needed the help. And then, in a quite motherly fashion, Stiles wiped the drool off his face with a tissue.
And he kissed him again. Derek's mouth still felt tingly from the gag and the kiss was over before he could get his lips to participate.
"Before we have lunch, I want to make sure that you're awake." Stiles groped his ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. "The wolfsbane lotion is in the playroom, I want you to get it."
Derek gave him a stern look and then moved his shoulders to remind him that his hands were tied right now.
"With your teeth."
The heat was back in his cheeks.
Stiles waited patiently for him to make up his mind. He could say no, he knew that, but the glint in Stiles' eye was worth a little humiliation.
Besides, now that Derek was awake, he noticed something even more embarrassing.
"Green." Derek finally said. "But … I kind of need to use the bathroom first."
It had taken Stiles several minutes to put the rope on, it would take at least the same time to take it off and for what they were about to do, neither of them wanted to take it off.
But for sure Derek didn't want Stiles to hold his dick while he peed.
"No problem, I want you without your pants for this anyway." Stiles shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "Just get the lotion first."
Derek got the lotion and knowing what was coming next, he didn't really care about how he looked with the bottle in his mouth. Then Stiles helped him to step out of his pants and sent him off to relieve himself. The doors were all open and Derek could just march into the bathroom and sit down on the toilet.
It did feel kind of weird, walking around the suite naked, with his dick flopping around, but there was only Stiles there to see so he didn't really mind.
Stiles was waiting for him on the couch and when Derek came closer, he patted his knee.
"Bend over."
Without his hands Derek couldn't brace himself but Stiles kept him in balance with a strong grip on a knot between his shoulder blades.
"I'm going to put on the lotion now." Stiles informed him.
By the time Stiles was done with the preparation for the spanking, Derek's dick was half-hard and it didn't help that it was trapped underneath him with Stiles' jeans adding some sweet friction.
It didn't get any better when he started to squirm under Stiles' hand painting his ass red. Derek felt the heat and the sting increasing with every blow and he was pushing into every hit.
Stiles had started off easy, warming him up, but now he was hitting him hard and fast and something uncurled in Derek's guts. Tears were running down his face, his throat was raw and he was shamelessly rubbing off on Stiles' thigh now.
Then he felt his last bit of control slip away.
"Yellow."
Immediately Stiles stopped and a soothing hand came down to his sweaty neck.
"Derek?" Stiles asked, his thumb painting little circles on Derek's skin.
"I just need a second." Derek focused on his breathing, fighting for control.
"What's wrong?" Stiles was already shifting to ease him off his lap.
"I'm losing control." Derek hung his head in shame.
"That's kind of the point."
A second ago he had been dry-humping Stiles without even realizing, proof that he'd lost control over his body a while ago. But there was control and then there was control.
"I was about to shift." Derek took a deep breath. "I'm good now, you can continue."
"Derek." Stiles' fingers combed through his hair. "You can shift, it's okay. Just let go."
Derek didn't quite believe him but from this angle Stiles wouldn't be able to see his face so maybe it was okay this time.
"You can lose control, it's okay, I got you." Stiles' hand moved downward, fingertips bumping over the rope and then the smooth skin of his lower back until he reached the heated flesh of Derek's ass.
"Color?"
"Green." He wanted to believe that it was okay.
Stiles found his rhythm again and Derek let go.
He let his body do whatever it wanted and he let his mind float.
Stiles was in control, Derek could just be.
At one point he was begging Stiles to make him come. His clawed hands were clenching helplessly and the plea came out through his fangs with a growl.
Of course Stiles didn't touch him like that. But he did alter the pacing of the spanking to match Derek moving against his thigh.
Derek came with a howl and Stiles spanked him through the aftershocks. When Derek went limb, Stiles caught him and gently eased him to the ground.
"I'm sorry." Derek said when his face was human again.
"No need to be sorry." Stiles kissed the top of his head. "You were perfect."
It still felt like a failure, especially when Stiles started to untie him. It did take him several minutes and by the time Derek's arms fell to his sides, he was more or less coherent again. Stiles guided him over to the bathroom to clean up but he didn't wash off the lotion and didn't put the soothing one on either. The pain sat deep in his muscles, making him hiss with every move, and it would stay that way for the rest of the day.
Then they had lunch.
"Have a seat." Stiles offered him a place at the table with a wicked grin. Reluctantly Derek sat down and like expected his butt didn't like it very much. Throughout the meal he shifted from one cheek to the other, trying to find a position he could stand for longer than a few seconds. The lotion really did its job, the pain was a constant throb deep in his flesh and his pants felt like sandpaper on his skin.
Stiles didn't comment on it but he enjoyed every second of Derek's discomfort, that much was obvious.
Derek almost jumped out of his chair the second Stiles declared the meal finished. If they could go back to kneeling it would be easier on him. But no such chance.
"Take the chair with you." Stiles ordered and went to start the PlayStation. Then he handed Derek a controller. "Every time you die means ten with the flogger later."
Chapter 24
Masterpost