Gambling Debts 32/?
Chapter 32
When Derek woke up, he had a second of panic. He couldn't open his eyes and when he tried to reach up to find out what was on his face, he couldn't move his hand away from his leg. He couldn't move the rest of his body either and there was a weight on his chest restricting him farther. But then he noticed Stiles' scent and his heart-beat and the soft puffs of his breath on his skin.
Stiles was sleeping draped over him and Derek was pretty sure that they were in bed so he figured that they weren't in immediate danger. Even if he needed another second to figure out why he couldn't see or move an inch. The blindfold and the miles of rope Stiles had expertly tied around him, right.
"Stiles?" He asked and only now he noticed that the gag was gone. Probably for the better if Stiles was sleeping as well. Derek could have drowned in his own spit without Stiles even noticing while they were both sleeping.
However, Derek couldn't recall the last time he had felt this rested. Since he now knew what was going on, he wasn't fighting his bonds any longer and relaxed back into the rope. Just for a few more minutes.
Stiles sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer, a drop of drool landing on Derek's chest. Derek let out a low chuckle but let him be for the moment.
For a few more minutes Derek just lay there, drifting at the brink of sleep, but he was awake now and didn't find his way back to sleep. Besides, even if his body felt kind of floating he did feel that he hadn't moved in what could be hours. With Stiles added weight the knots and loops of rope were digging into his skin now.
This was getting uncomfortable rather quickly and not the kind of uncomfortable they were usually aiming for in the playroom. And Stiles would be awake if this was some kind of endurance thing.
"Stiles." Derek said louder now and shrugged his shoulder as best as he could to jostle Stiles awake. "Wake up."
Stiles had used normal rope and not the laced with mountain ash kind he also had in one of the closets so Derek could break free if he really wanted to but at the moment it was more amusing than scary.
Mumbling something in his sleep Stiles moved his head, most likely to find a more comfortable position, from what Derek could tell the rope over his pecs must be digging into Stiles' face. Then Stiles' wet lips brushed over his nipple and suddenly Derek went very still.
Stiles stilled as well, wet hot puffs ghosting over Derek's nipple with every sleep-heavy breath he took.
This was torture.
"Stiles, I swear." Derek muttered but didn't dare to move, not that he could do more than a pathetic wiggle anyway.
Stiles smacked his lips which made contact with the by now pebbled flesh of his nipple again, but then he shot upright without a warning.
"Shit!" There was frantic movement and Derek pictured him, fighting his way out of sleep and most likely out of the tangled blanket as well.
"Derek?" Suddenly there were hands on his face. "Are you awake? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Derek said and lifted his head so that Stiles could take off the blindfold.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." The blindfold disappeared and Derek blinked into the sudden brightness. A blinding second later he closed his eyes again, he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
"How do you feel?" Stiles' hands were roaming over his body in search for soreness and cut off limbs. "Can I untie you or should I just cut you lose?"
Untying would take even longer than tying him up in the first place but Derek wasn't in much discomfort.
"Stiles, I'm fine." He assured him. "Take your time."
Stiles gave him a look, not sure if he really meant it, but then he started to untie Derek. In a way it was almost as relaxing as getting tied up. Derek was more of a rag doll in Stiles' hands, letting the other man place and move him however he wanted.
When Derek lay naked in a pool of rope Stiles took some lotion, not the wolfsbane kind, and started to rub and massage his limbs to get the circulation flowing again.
Derek lifted his head long enough to see the rope marks imprinted in his skin but then he just lay back and let Stiles pamper him.
"What time is it?" He finally asked. He had probably slept for a few hours.
"About four in the afternoon."
"What?" That couldn't be. He hadn't slept away half of the day. Especially the day that was dedicated to play time with Stiles.
"You needed some rest." Stiles shrugged and let go of his leg. "Can you get up?"
After hours without moving his whole body felt stiff but it wore off rather quickly when he moved around the room a bit. He didn't even care that he was stark naked with his half-hard cock flopping between his legs.
The way Stiles watched him, he did care.
"Come here."
Derek sank to his knees between Stiles' spread legs which under different circumstances would be the beginning of a blow-job but Derek knew that that wasn't were this was heading.
Stiles sank his hands in his hair and leaned forward to bring their mouths together. Derek parted his lips for him and let him in. They kissed like this, deep and sensual, and when they parted, Derek let his head rest against Stiles' knee.
"I don't know about you but I'm starving." Stiles announced. They hadn't eaten since breakfast and that had been hours ago. As an answer Derek's stomach grumbled.
"But since you've slept way most of the day." The hands in his hair tightened, sending a delicious spark right down to his cock. "It's only fair if you have to work for your dinner."
The wicked grin on Stiles' lips made Derek swallow thickly.
"What do you think about nipple clamps?"
"Green." He still felt Stiles' saliva on his chest and on his nipple. "But …" Derek licked his lips. "Could you use the lotion for that?" He glanced up at Stiles but his fingertips working his scalp were answer enough.
"If you do it yourself." Stiles agreed and handed him the lotion.
So still on his knees and still naked, Derek squirted some lotion on his fingertips and started to work it into his nipples. The wolfsbane in the lotion made his fingertips tingle but it put an immediate burn on the soft skin of his nipples.
Stiles watched him from the bed, elbows resting on his knees and a hungry look in his eyes. Feeling his gaze on him, Derek pushed out his chest and tugged and twisted the hardening flesh. But his nipples weren't the only thing getting more erect. Without him really noticing he spread his legs wider and under Stiles' watchful eyes his cock rose to full attention.
"You're going to be the death of me." Stiles tore his eyes off him and reached for the clamps. Clover clamps. Those had more of a bite and they would tighten even farther if Stiles tugged at the chain.
Looking straight at Stiles, Derek let go of his nipples and presented them for the clamps. Like expected they bit into his flesh with a sharp spark of pain and when Stiles gave the chain a jerk, Derek bit back a moan.
"I'm going to order our dinner now." Stiles let the chain drop against Derek's chest and reached for his phone. "But I think I know how to pass the time until it's here."
By the time their dinner arrived, Derek sat hunched over on his knees, keening with every merciless tug on the chain. Like expected the clover clamps had more of a bite than the ones they had used last time. Plus, the lotion set his nipples on fire.
Then, finally, the food arrived and while Stiles went to get it, Derek used the chance to catch his breath. He would have loved to lift the clamps to ease the strain but he had to do with breathing as shallowly as possible.
When Stiles came back he brought in their dinner on a large tray. There wasn't really a table in here so Derek wondered if they would eat in bed.
"Stand on your knees and stretch out your arms." Stiles ordered. "Palms up."
Then Stiles placed the try on his hands. That would work too, Derek guessed.
The tray was big enough for two plates, both still under silver cloches, a pitcher with coke, glasses and silverware. There was even a vase with flowers. All in all the tray was heavier than Derek had expected but as a werewolf he had no trouble holding it with outstretched arms. At least for now, he was well aware that it would get rather heavy rather quickly.
"Ass in, chest out." Stiles nudged him into position with his knees spread, back straight and arms stretched out in front of him. The chain hung heavy from his sore nipples and stepping around him Stiles used the chance to joggle the clamps. The silverware clattered on the tray but Derek managed to keep his arms steady while he bit back a pained gasp.
After one last tug Stiles sat down on the bed, took off one of the cloches and started to eat. Steak with green beans and baked potato. It smelled delicious and Derek's mouth watered from the sight of it alone but it didn't look like he would get any of it. At least from this plate.
While he ate Stiles completely ignored him and Derek was more than busy with keeping his hands steady. He had to constantly work to counter Stiles' movements and it didn't take long until his muscles started to protest. The muscles in his thighs were trembling and his lower back was burning but that was nothing compared to his arms.
But then, finally, Stiles put down his fork and knife.
"That was delicious." He used the napkin. "Do you want some?"
"Yes, please." However, over his burning muscles he had almost forgotten that he was hungry.
"Let's get you fed, then." With that Stiles switched out the plates and cut into the second steak. "Open up."
By now the tray was visibly shaking and if Stiles hadn't drank some from the pitcher coke would spill all over his dinner.
"Or are you not hungry after all?" Stiles asked, offering the fork with a raised eyebrow.
For a second Derek was tempted to just say screw dinner but then he straightened up again and opened his mouth.
"I'm proud of you." Stiles said when he finally took the tray off his hands. "You can lower your arms now."
As if a string was cut his arms fell to his sides and he rolled his shoulders to loosen the cramped muscles there. His legs were screaming for release as well and Derek dropped his butt to rest on his heels the second Stiles put a little pressure on his shoulder.
"You did so good." Stiles stepped around him, his hands in Derek's hair again, fingertips working his scalp. Then he went down his neck and over his shoulders, loosening his muscles with a firm hand.
Of course he slipped down to his chest next, going straight for the clamps. Derek fell backwards, leaning heavily on Stiles and couldn't hold back the whimpers.
For a second he felt the hard line of Stiles' erection against the back of his head, only barely concealed by his sweat pants, and that along with the sharp lances of pain from his nipples went right down to his dick. He was hard again.
"You can touch yourself." Stiles said, his voice husky. With one hand he was still playing with the chain but with the other one he was palming himself through his pants.
Derek didn't have to be told twice. He came over his own fist with his back arched and his nipples impossibly stretched by the chain in Stiles' hand.
"So good." Stiles released the clamps but due to the lotion the pain didn't abate. If anything it got worse. Derek hunched down to take the strain off his chest.
Still panting he glanced up at Stiles who had his hand in his pants now.
"Can I see?" Derek asked, licking his dry lips. "Please?"
With hooded eyes Stiles got his cock out and a few furious strokes later his hot release hit Derek's chest.
Chapter 33
Masterpost