Harry’s brain whites out, and when he can think again he kneels down so fast it elicits a snort of amusement from Iain. Iain kisses him, gently manipulating his hands backwards and guiding him to grasp his own ankles. Then Iain moves behind him, and Harry feels the old, soft leather of Iain’s belt wrap around his wrists and ankles, binding him there. His body is bowed backwards, chest and cock on display for his lover.
‘Is this acceptable?’ Iain asks. He runs his hands up Harry’s arms from behind, soothing, questioning. Harry presses back into him, reaching out the fingers of his bound hands. Iain sees the motion and links his fingers with Harry’s, leaning in to kiss down his neck. It’s startling, the coldness of the air against his naked body, compared with Iain’s fiery touch and wet, hot mouth. The kisses turn to bites as his mouth reaches Harry’s shoulder. Iain groans, pulling his hands away from Harry’s and using them to drag down Harry’s chest, over his hips and around to his rear. Iain’s grasp turns possessive, almost harsh, and his bites send sharp jolts of pain through Harry’s body, each bite soothed with a kiss afterwards.
Iain spreads Harry’s arse and runs two fingers down between his cheeks, to his balls and back again. He’s pressed against Harry’s bound arms, straddling Harry’s feet with his knees, and Harry can feel his arousal heavy and hot against his forearms.
Then Iain growls and pulls away. ‘No,’ he says, his voice thick with lust. ‘I have a plan.’
‘No plan survives a contact,’ murmurs Harry, flexing his body and clenching the muscles of his arse. He glances over his shoulder. Iain is staring at him, a wild look in his eyes as he holds his own cock, already hard and purple.
‘Stop it, Harry,’ Iain says.
‘Make me,’ he replies.
Then Iain’s straddling him from behind again. As his lips claim Harry’s mouth, his hands reach around to find Harry’s nipples. He rolls the two pink nubs between his fingers, hard, and Harry’s entire body lights up. He loses his ability to continue the kiss, can’t do anything more than gasp into Iain’s mouth.
And Iain is rutting against his bound wrists, smearing his arousal all up and down Harry’s arms, as he digs his hands into Harry’s pectorals. Harry’s head lolls forwards, because it’s so good. Iain hasn’t even touched his dick and Harry is already so aroused he can’t think.
Iain kisses his way back to Harry’s earlobe, and then takes it gently between his teeth, nibbling, as his hands abuse Harry’s chest. ‘Look at this,’ he whispers, twisting Harry’s nipples again, before grabbing two handfuls of chest. ‘This is all mine. Your fucking body, Harry … the things it does to me. The things I want to do to you …’ he murmurs, kissing and biting the soft flesh under Harry’s ear. One of Iain’s hands dips lower, tracing down the trail of blond hair at Harry’s abs, but stops short just above his cock. Harry groans in frustration and pushes back against him.
‘No, a sheòid,’ Iain says, moving around so he’s in front of Harry. He braces his knees outside Harry’s and frames Harry’s hips with his hands. He leans down and sucks on Harry’s left tit, briefly assuaging some of the punishment he’s given it. The heat of Iain’s mouth burns wet on his chest, while Iain’s fingers continue to manipulate his other nipple. Then Iain starts alternately biting Harry’s nipples and flicking them ever so gently with his tongue. Harry has to grit his teeth to keep from shouting. He writhes against his bonds. He wants to push into Iain and move away from him at the same time, make it stop, but have more. Tears are streaming down his face, and his cock is so hard it aches. Every so often Iain gets close enough that Harry can feel the warmth of the boy’s body near his groin, and he arches further, trying to push up to get some friction against his aching dick.
‘Ah-ah,’ Iain smiles, around a mouthful of Harry. He pulls away.
The worst part is Harry can see how hard Iain is too, and he wants to do something about that. ‘Untie my arms,’ Harry says, and Iain complies, moving back around behind him and leaning down to slip the knot in the belt. Harry immediately reaches back and drags Iain’s hips towards him, until he can feel Iain’s cock nestling between his cheeks, and as Iain abuses his chest with one hand and fists his cock with the other, he grinds back on his lover, feeling him gasp and hiss, feeling his hips start to thrust upwards.
Harry reaches down and drags Iain’s hand away from his cock, placing it back on his chest. ‘Harder,’ he gasps. ‘More. I’m so close.’
Iain makes a low, feral noise in his throat, and yanks Harry back against him, thrusting up along the cleft of his arse. He assaults Harry’s neck with his mouth, kissing hard and sloppy, using teeth. Then he rakes his fingernails up Harry’s chest, and grabs his nipples, pulling them and twisting them. The pain is ferocious, and so is the pleasure.
‘Fuck,’ Iain growls, emphasising each word with a thrust, with a twist. ‘You. Are. Mine.’
And Harry thinks, Yes, yes I am, as he comes, his body shaking, tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes as his aching cock finally releases. Iain grabs him then, and having his strong, calloused hand around his cock after coming practically untouched is almost too much, the stimulation too intense, and he curls forwards, trying to hold onto this earth, to not come apart from it as his orgasm continues.
Iain lets him, slowing his strokes on Harry’s cock, his touch turning kinder, more soothing, as he uses his free
