Take you down a notch
Title: Take you down a notch
Pairing: Laytao
Rating: NC-17 for (consensual) smut involving a straightjacket.
Length: One-shot
Summary: Lay comes home from a movie with a friend and finds his roommate, Tao, lying on his back on the floor, bound up inside a white canvas jacket with silver buckles.
This one's for Ana, who has left me exhausted, nervous, and wiser, and who has absolutely no reason to apologize for any of it. Happy birthday, mate!
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Lay comes home from a movie with a friend and finds his roommate, Tao, lying on his back on the floor, bound up inside a white canvas jacket with silver buckles.
The next morning, as Tao walks into the kitchen rubbing at his elbows, Lay remembers a while back when he'd found Tao surfing the web for straightjackets. It occurs to him now that the latter had probably meant for him to catch him in the act.
It allowed Tao to explain the package in his hands a week later without really having to explain it:
"I bought one."
It allowed Lay a bit of foreshadowing to the scene last night after the movie, let him take the stare and attire of his roommate in stride:
"You said you'd be home by ten."
Lay hurried to work him out of it, unbuckled the arm strap, the crotch strap, and all ten back straps. He hung it up in his closet, watched Tao groggily stand up, walk directly to his bed, and fall asleep.
-
Lay can't focus on making them breakfast, he's too distracted by all the contortions Tao is doing in the dining room, trying to work the stiffness out of his arms.
"Did you..." Lay turns back to the eggs in the frying pan in front of him. "Did you get it on by yourself?"
Tao laughs, maybe in shame.
"Yeah, but only on the sixth try. Thing's a bitch to wriggle into."
Lay glances up at him.
"Huh. And what was the plan for getting out of it?"
Tao braces his right arm across his chest with his left hand, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window.
"That you be home by ten."
Lay chuckles.
"Sometimes I don't know how I put up with you."
Tao laughs, maybe as an apology.
-
A few days later, Lay walks past Tao's room, about to change out of his dress shirt and slacks from work, and hears a clinking sound. He opens the door and finds him dressed in a loose black shirt and black sweatpants, buckling one of the back straps of the jacket in his hands. He looks up at Lay through his bangs.
"Going out anywhere tonight?"
Lay smiles and shakes his head, closes the door behind him. Tao grins and moves onto the next strap.
-
"So why exactly are you here?" Tao asks, sitting on the ground to put his left leg through the crotch strap.
"Heard there'd be a show," he says, with dancing eyes and a faint smirk.
Tao's snort of surprise is lost in the fabric as he pulls the jacket over his head.
Lay squats down to his level, waits for his mop of black hair to pop out again. Tao shakes his bangs out of his eyes, reaches for the hem with the arm he hasn't yet gotten into a sleeve, pulls it down his torso. He tilts his chin at Lay.
"You're really just going to sit there and watch me get off on tying myself up?"
"Well if you're going to call me back here anyway to help you out once you're done..."
Tao huffs and rolls his eyes, slips his remaining arm into the sleeve and stretches both arms out in front of him, linked together at the hands by a strap. Crossing his forearms, he swings said strap a couple times and gets it over his head.
He moves an arm to get the strap up behind one shoulder, gives Lay a look as he wrestles his own frame through it. Curious, Lay leans a cheek on his fist and watches him struggle in silence.
With a final grunt Tao slides the strap down to an acceptable level across his back. Lay bites his lip.
"There is no way I'm going to believe you can't just work your arms right out of that again."
"Well it's not that easy. Especially when I do this."
Tao lets himself fall back onto the floor. He looks down his nose at Lay.
Lay shakes his head and crawls up to him.
"Let me see that."
He pulls Tao upright by the front of the jacket collar, kneels behind him and gages the give in the arm strap.
"Two...three holes more room, I'd say."
"Well go ahead, then," Tao says calmly. "Fix it."
Lay does, and once he's done he slips a finger between the crotch strap and what must line up to be the crack of Tao's ass.
"Here, too," he murmurs, hitting a thumb against the buckle.
Tao looks at him over his shoulder with a slight grin.
- - -
Tao is on his stomach, leaning his forehead into the floor to remove some of his body weight from his arms tied across his chest. Lay has undone the crotch strap and is on his knees, straddling Tao's legs. He stays there, hands on his hips as he stares down at Tao's lower body.
"Nope, can't say I'm feeling the pants."
He tears them off Tao's legs. Next he picks up the strap, makes a show of lining it up right next to Tao's cock through his boxers, pulls it as tight as it goes, snug beside his balls. Tao jerks forward at the feeling, lets his chin rest on the floor with a pained sigh. Lay flips him onto his back again, still straddling his thighs. His arms are on either side of Tao's shoulders, and he smiles down at him.
"Much better. Now what?"
"You're the one with the ability to move his arms. It's up to you by default."
"Oh, don't be silly, I know you can do still do stuff with your legs."
Tao tilts an eyebrow, bends a leg up so that he can slip it outside of Lay's. He then grips Lay's thigh between his own, watches him fight back a grin, utters a faint "Do you, now."
Lay chuckles and shakes his head.
"You're all talk, aren't you. And yet you have exactly no control over your orgasm."
Tao tips his head from side to side several times with an amused look.
"This was never about me having control. Besides, like I'm the only one who has to worry about an orgasm here?"
He nudges a bit higher up Lay's thigh with his knee. Lay closes his eyes with a visible shudder. Tao curls his upper body and hoists himself to be level with Lay's face.
Lay blinks, taking in Tao's face so close to his, while the latter's eyelids droop as he zeroes in on his lips and parts his own. Lay kisses him slowly, pushes him back onto the floor by the shoulders.
He's inside Tao's mouth, nudging his tongue and sliding his fingers under the hem of his boxers, flush with his body except for where Tao's bound arms separate their chests, increasingly aware of the other boy's bulge poking into him. He pulls back, tugs at the boxers caught under the crotch strap.
"Maybe we should undo the strap?"
"Cut them."
"Huh?"
"Cut the boxers. I have scissors on my desk." Tao gestures with his chin to the dark wooden piece of furniture against the wall. Lay gets up to fetch them. "The lube's in the bottom drawer, by the way," Tao adds, carefully meeting his gaze when he turns around in surprise. Lay complies, saunters back, undoes his belt. He drops his slacks and underwear to his ankles and steps out of them, before settling back on top of Tao.
There's the jacket's crotch strap, Tao's erect cock, and then the pair of scissors in Lay's hands sliding down from the waistband, nipping unintentionally at Tao's thighs and eliciting tiny yelps. Lay brings one of Tao's legs over the other to continue cutting up the back of the boxers, sets him back in place, pulls each half outwards off of Tao. Tao lets his head fall back with a sigh.
"There we go," says Lay, completely ignoring Tao's now free erection to lift both of the latter's legs onto his shoulders and get to work on his ass.
-
He may possibly have tightened the crotch strap a bit too much; he realizes this when he sees how snuggly the strap sits between Tao's butt cheeks, how much it gets in the way of his fingers trying to mollify him. Tao's legs are thrashing over his shoulders, however, so maybe it isn't such a problem. Maybe the look in Tao's eyes and the way he bites his lower lip is more impatient than uncomfortable.
Lay is slicking himself up with lubricant, Tao is steeling himself with nervous breaths, and their eyes are locked. Lay grips one of Tao's thighs and pushes himself in, hears him groan and feels him dig his heels into his back.
His eyes don't leave Tao's contorted face as he lowers himself against him, relishing in the seamless compliance of Tao's leg muscles. The thrusting only starts once he's sure Tao's cock is getting friction from between his dress shirt and the jacket.
Lay quickly grows to resent the crotch strap as its edge chafes against his own cock. Tao tries to accommodate the cramped space by spreading his legs wider, setting them in the crook of Lay's elbows. It only partially solves the problem. Lay tries getting a thumb under it to pull it out of the way, manages to separate his ass cheeks even more, positions himself a bit more to the side, finally manages to thrust in and out without obstruction. Tao's cock makes a small leap for freedom, until Lay lies flat against him and captures it between their clothed torsos, lies so flat against him he feels his ulnae digging into his chest.
"Your...fucking...shirt buttons," Tao breathes. There is no spite in his words.
Lay leans a forearm onto the floor along Tao's side and continues to fuck him at an angle, starts to kiss him and chew on his lower lip. He thrusts harder as soon as he feels Tao kiss back, almost loses contact with his mouth completely when he arches off the floor with a cry.
He pulls out of Tao, flips him onto his front before he can catch his breath, and enters him again. He wraps his arms around to Tao's front, lays his forearms vertically to hold Tao's bound arms off the floor. Forehead in Tao's nape, he grunts as he thrusts with only the momentum from his lower body. He smirks at Tao, legs shaking and panting under him.
He hovers next to Tao's face. Tao turns his head, makes a lunge for his mouth. Lay clicks his tongue teasingly and brings his head back, takes a lock of Tao's hair in his teeth and pulls. Tao groans. He slips his forearms out from under Tao, lets him collapse to the ground with a tiny oof.
"These buckles on your back are killing my stomach," Lay says quietly, "d'you think you could get on your knees instead?"
Tao starts to shuffle his legs into position, and Lay helps him the rest of the way by pulling on the front of his hips. One of Tao's cheeks shines with sweat, the other is squashed into the floor.
Lay starts again, grabs onto one of the back straps with both hands and thrusts into Tao at a more frantic pace than before. Tao yells in short bursts, words that lose clarity and rise in pitch. Lay bites his lip and increases his speed.
Tao loses his balance, loses his strength, loses his breath, and surrenders to his orgasm, sagging to the floor. Lay's eyes roll back into his head as he does the same, falling beside Tao and panting loudly.
- - -
Tao maneuvers himself onto his side, watching Lay catch his breath.
He gently pulls at Tao's bangs. "Give me a minute and I'll get you out of there," he says, nodding at the jacket. "How are your arms?"
"What arms?"
When he meets Tao's gaze, the other is looking at him with resentful eyes and a small smile.
"Here, wait a sec." He rolls into Tao and circles him with his arms to find and undo the buckle holding his upper limbs in place.
"Is this the closest I'm getting to a cuddling session?"
"Actually, I was planning on running a hot bath for your muscles after this. We can cuddle in there, if you want. There, your arms are free. Now just get on your stomach so I can undo the rest..."
Tao complies, stretches his arms -still bound together at the hands- out in front of him with a sigh of relief. "When you say 'cuddle in the bath,' you really mean 'cuddle and then fuck again in the bath,' right?"
"Obviously."
Tao chuckles and rests his head on the floor, listening to the small pieces of metal knock against each other in Lay's hands.
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Pairing: Laytao
Rating: NC-17 for (consensual) smut involving a straightjacket.
Length: One-shot
Summary: Lay comes home from a movie with a friend and finds his roommate, Tao, lying on his back on the floor, bound up inside a white canvas jacket with silver buckles.
This one's for Ana, who has left me exhausted, nervous, and wiser, and who has absolutely no reason to apologize for any of it. Happy birthday, mate!
- - - - -
Lay comes home from a movie with a friend and finds his roommate, Tao, lying on his back on the floor, bound up inside a white canvas jacket with silver buckles.
The next morning, as Tao walks into the kitchen rubbing at his elbows, Lay remembers a while back when he'd found Tao surfing the web for straightjackets. It occurs to him now that the latter had probably meant for him to catch him in the act.
It allowed Tao to explain the package in his hands a week later without really having to explain it:
"I bought one."
It allowed Lay a bit of foreshadowing to the scene last night after the movie, let him take the stare and attire of his roommate in stride:
"You said you'd be home by ten."
Lay hurried to work him out of it, unbuckled the arm strap, the crotch strap, and all ten back straps. He hung it up in his closet, watched Tao groggily stand up, walk directly to his bed, and fall asleep.
-
Lay can't focus on making them breakfast, he's too distracted by all the contortions Tao is doing in the dining room, trying to work the stiffness out of his arms.
"Did you..." Lay turns back to the eggs in the frying pan in front of him. "Did you get it on by yourself?"
Tao laughs, maybe in shame.
"Yeah, but only on the sixth try. Thing's a bitch to wriggle into."
Lay glances up at him.
"Huh. And what was the plan for getting out of it?"
Tao braces his right arm across his chest with his left hand, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window.
"That you be home by ten."
Lay chuckles.
"Sometimes I don't know how I put up with you."
Tao laughs, maybe as an apology.
-
A few days later, Lay walks past Tao's room, about to change out of his dress shirt and slacks from work, and hears a clinking sound. He opens the door and finds him dressed in a loose black shirt and black sweatpants, buckling one of the back straps of the jacket in his hands. He looks up at Lay through his bangs.
"Going out anywhere tonight?"
Lay smiles and shakes his head, closes the door behind him. Tao grins and moves onto the next strap.
-
"So why exactly are you here?" Tao asks, sitting on the ground to put his left leg through the crotch strap.
"Heard there'd be a show," he says, with dancing eyes and a faint smirk.
Tao's snort of surprise is lost in the fabric as he pulls the jacket over his head.
Lay squats down to his level, waits for his mop of black hair to pop out again. Tao shakes his bangs out of his eyes, reaches for the hem with the arm he hasn't yet gotten into a sleeve, pulls it down his torso. He tilts his chin at Lay.
"You're really just going to sit there and watch me get off on tying myself up?"
"Well if you're going to call me back here anyway to help you out once you're done..."
Tao huffs and rolls his eyes, slips his remaining arm into the sleeve and stretches both arms out in front of him, linked together at the hands by a strap. Crossing his forearms, he swings said strap a couple times and gets it over his head.
He moves an arm to get the strap up behind one shoulder, gives Lay a look as he wrestles his own frame through it. Curious, Lay leans a cheek on his fist and watches him struggle in silence.
With a final grunt Tao slides the strap down to an acceptable level across his back. Lay bites his lip.
"There is no way I'm going to believe you can't just work your arms right out of that again."
"Well it's not that easy. Especially when I do this."
Tao lets himself fall back onto the floor. He looks down his nose at Lay.
Lay shakes his head and crawls up to him.
"Let me see that."
He pulls Tao upright by the front of the jacket collar, kneels behind him and gages the give in the arm strap.
"Two...three holes more room, I'd say."
"Well go ahead, then," Tao says calmly. "Fix it."
Lay does, and once he's done he slips a finger between the crotch strap and what must line up to be the crack of Tao's ass.
"Here, too," he murmurs, hitting a thumb against the buckle.
Tao looks at him over his shoulder with a slight grin.
- - -
Tao is on his stomach, leaning his forehead into the floor to remove some of his body weight from his arms tied across his chest. Lay has undone the crotch strap and is on his knees, straddling Tao's legs. He stays there, hands on his hips as he stares down at Tao's lower body.
"Nope, can't say I'm feeling the pants."
He tears them off Tao's legs. Next he picks up the strap, makes a show of lining it up right next to Tao's cock through his boxers, pulls it as tight as it goes, snug beside his balls. Tao jerks forward at the feeling, lets his chin rest on the floor with a pained sigh. Lay flips him onto his back again, still straddling his thighs. His arms are on either side of Tao's shoulders, and he smiles down at him.
"Much better. Now what?"
"You're the one with the ability to move his arms. It's up to you by default."
"Oh, don't be silly, I know you can do still do stuff with your legs."
Tao tilts an eyebrow, bends a leg up so that he can slip it outside of Lay's. He then grips Lay's thigh between his own, watches him fight back a grin, utters a faint "Do you, now."
Lay chuckles and shakes his head.
"You're all talk, aren't you. And yet you have exactly no control over your orgasm."
Tao tips his head from side to side several times with an amused look.
"This was never about me having control. Besides, like I'm the only one who has to worry about an orgasm here?"
He nudges a bit higher up Lay's thigh with his knee. Lay closes his eyes with a visible shudder. Tao curls his upper body and hoists himself to be level with Lay's face.
Lay blinks, taking in Tao's face so close to his, while the latter's eyelids droop as he zeroes in on his lips and parts his own. Lay kisses him slowly, pushes him back onto the floor by the shoulders.
He's inside Tao's mouth, nudging his tongue and sliding his fingers under the hem of his boxers, flush with his body except for where Tao's bound arms separate their chests, increasingly aware of the other boy's bulge poking into him. He pulls back, tugs at the boxers caught under the crotch strap.
"Maybe we should undo the strap?"
"Cut them."
"Huh?"
"Cut the boxers. I have scissors on my desk." Tao gestures with his chin to the dark wooden piece of furniture against the wall. Lay gets up to fetch them. "The lube's in the bottom drawer, by the way," Tao adds, carefully meeting his gaze when he turns around in surprise. Lay complies, saunters back, undoes his belt. He drops his slacks and underwear to his ankles and steps out of them, before settling back on top of Tao.
There's the jacket's crotch strap, Tao's erect cock, and then the pair of scissors in Lay's hands sliding down from the waistband, nipping unintentionally at Tao's thighs and eliciting tiny yelps. Lay brings one of Tao's legs over the other to continue cutting up the back of the boxers, sets him back in place, pulls each half outwards off of Tao. Tao lets his head fall back with a sigh.
"There we go," says Lay, completely ignoring Tao's now free erection to lift both of the latter's legs onto his shoulders and get to work on his ass.
-
He may possibly have tightened the crotch strap a bit too much; he realizes this when he sees how snuggly the strap sits between Tao's butt cheeks, how much it gets in the way of his fingers trying to mollify him. Tao's legs are thrashing over his shoulders, however, so maybe it isn't such a problem. Maybe the look in Tao's eyes and the way he bites his lower lip is more impatient than uncomfortable.
Lay is slicking himself up with lubricant, Tao is steeling himself with nervous breaths, and their eyes are locked. Lay grips one of Tao's thighs and pushes himself in, hears him groan and feels him dig his heels into his back.
His eyes don't leave Tao's contorted face as he lowers himself against him, relishing in the seamless compliance of Tao's leg muscles. The thrusting only starts once he's sure Tao's cock is getting friction from between his dress shirt and the jacket.
Lay quickly grows to resent the crotch strap as its edge chafes against his own cock. Tao tries to accommodate the cramped space by spreading his legs wider, setting them in the crook of Lay's elbows. It only partially solves the problem. Lay tries getting a thumb under it to pull it out of the way, manages to separate his ass cheeks even more, positions himself a bit more to the side, finally manages to thrust in and out without obstruction. Tao's cock makes a small leap for freedom, until Lay lies flat against him and captures it between their clothed torsos, lies so flat against him he feels his ulnae digging into his chest.
"Your...fucking...shirt buttons," Tao breathes. There is no spite in his words.
Lay leans a forearm onto the floor along Tao's side and continues to fuck him at an angle, starts to kiss him and chew on his lower lip. He thrusts harder as soon as he feels Tao kiss back, almost loses contact with his mouth completely when he arches off the floor with a cry.
He pulls out of Tao, flips him onto his front before he can catch his breath, and enters him again. He wraps his arms around to Tao's front, lays his forearms vertically to hold Tao's bound arms off the floor. Forehead in Tao's nape, he grunts as he thrusts with only the momentum from his lower body. He smirks at Tao, legs shaking and panting under him.
He hovers next to Tao's face. Tao turns his head, makes a lunge for his mouth. Lay clicks his tongue teasingly and brings his head back, takes a lock of Tao's hair in his teeth and pulls. Tao groans. He slips his forearms out from under Tao, lets him collapse to the ground with a tiny oof.
"These buckles on your back are killing my stomach," Lay says quietly, "d'you think you could get on your knees instead?"
Tao starts to shuffle his legs into position, and Lay helps him the rest of the way by pulling on the front of his hips. One of Tao's cheeks shines with sweat, the other is squashed into the floor.
Lay starts again, grabs onto one of the back straps with both hands and thrusts into Tao at a more frantic pace than before. Tao yells in short bursts, words that lose clarity and rise in pitch. Lay bites his lip and increases his speed.
Tao loses his balance, loses his strength, loses his breath, and surrenders to his orgasm, sagging to the floor. Lay's eyes roll back into his head as he does the same, falling beside Tao and panting loudly.
- - -
Tao maneuvers himself onto his side, watching Lay catch his breath.
He gently pulls at Tao's bangs. "Give me a minute and I'll get you out of there," he says, nodding at the jacket. "How are your arms?"
"What arms?"
When he meets Tao's gaze, the other is looking at him with resentful eyes and a small smile.
"Here, wait a sec." He rolls into Tao and circles him with his arms to find and undo the buckle holding his upper limbs in place.
"Is this the closest I'm getting to a cuddling session?"
"Actually, I was planning on running a hot bath for your muscles after this. We can cuddle in there, if you want. There, your arms are free. Now just get on your stomach so I can undo the rest..."
Tao complies, stretches his arms -still bound together at the hands- out in front of him with a sigh of relief. "When you say 'cuddle in the bath,' you really mean 'cuddle and then fuck again in the bath,' right?"
"Obviously."
Tao chuckles and rests his head on the floor, listening to the small pieces of metal knock against each other in Lay's hands.
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